The operation team sent by Jurgen was not a subordinate army, but a serious German policeman.

Nazi Germany ruled by Hitler was a real police state. Himmler and his evil geniuses established a national security system with complex structure, clear division of labor, and extremely efficient, allowing the Nazi Party's tentacles to spread every inch of its territory and control the every move of the residents on this land.

Even insiders of the system, I'm afraid not many people can tell how many types of police there are in Nazi Germany, because special police are divided into more than ten categories, and there are more than twenty types of police officers in regular order.

Whether it is railways, mines, posts and telecommunications, finance, military production, forests, agriculture, dams and rivers, and even forests and wildlife protection, Germany has set up corresponding police units in almost every important field, so that for a period of time, German police became the object of worship and learning in many Asian countries. Japan's notorious special high-level police department is actually an oriental replica of the Gestapo political police. (Many anti-Japanese war novels regard "extra-high" as a Japanese army unit, and they are often a special high-level colonel. In fact, it belongs to the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs, a pure police department, and members do not have the rank of army.)

The one participating in the operation this time was a special police team under the Security Administration, which was dedicated to suppressing and arresting dangerous elements that endangered the security of the empire. In the 1920s and 1930s, violent crimes were rampant in Germany. At that time, German society was filled with poor veterans in World War I and various standard military weapons lost from the battlefield. Under that severe public security situation, only by constantly improving their combat effectiveness can the German police maintain the stability of social order.

This action group was transferred from Sicily with Jurgen. They had been busy dismantling the group of Sicily mafia members. The Germans had a clear attitude towards the mafia. Anyone who was unwilling to cooperate with the Third Reich should be prepared to develop their families in the concentration camp.

These people are real experts in armed raids and arrests. Although they are not familiar with the local area in Cairo, don’t forget that there is also the intelligence support of Agent Odin’s Eye.

As early as the Second Empire, the Germans established a confidential intelligence network in Egypt, collecting various important military intelligence in the British backyard. In the 1930s, both the Intelligence Agency of Canaris and the Sixth Department of the General Security Bureau (the B3 department under its subordinates were responsible for North Africa's intelligence collection.) all sent many agents here and bribed a large group of informants at all costs.

Now the six departments of the Imperial Security Bureau have merged with the Intelligence Bureau and become a subordinate department of the Eye of Odin. Not only has the overall strength not weakened, but on the contrary has surpassed those of the most prosperous years.

The German intelligence network in Egypt has been strictly identified and cleaned up some of the personnel, most of which are scammers who want to sell fake intelligence, and many of them are double-faced spies who have been bribed by Britain and France. In order to reach a deal with Germany, the British and French intelligence departments handed over the list of these personnel without hesitation. These people may never have dreamed that they would be betrayed by their masters.

The fate of double-faced spies being discovered is usually very miserable, and the Third Reich never stings with such traitors. It is said that in order to execute these double-faced spies, Odin's Eye used up a 100-meter-long steel wire string.

In the end, the German Intelligence Agency retained a fifteen-person spy team in Cairo, holding about 400 local informants. Of course, these people did not exist on the surface. Only a few military intelligence officers under the embassy were openly active.

Hudson's whereabouts were discovered by an Egyptian informant, and it was a complete coincidence.

At that time, Mr. Abdul Said Ali, an Egyptian informant who belonged to the German Intelligence Agency, got a bottle of good spirits from a British friend. Obviously, this was a serious violation of the doctrine, but in the Arab region at that time, religious regulations were not as severe as later generations.

Mr. Ali is a well-known businessman in Cairo. He has a historic metal processing workshop at home. He often goes to and from the homes of all the powerful people in the city to customize various daily metal utensils for them, so that he often can access some internal news from the Egyptian government.

The spirits that Mr. Ali brought were not for his own enjoyment. He was preparing to attend a friend's birthday party at Suesa, which was a birthday gift for that friend. The friend was a noble Royal Air Force colonel and loved various brands of spirits. Mr. Ali wanted to expand the processing farm business in Suez. If a British military figure came forward, some procedures would become very simple.

Early the next morning, Mr. Ali set off in a Ford truck carrying goods from the factory with the prepared gift. Cairo is about 130 kilometers away from the Suez Highway, and 90% of the road sections need to cross the vast desert, and it takes about four to five hours on the road.

The driver was Ahmed, the driver of Mr. Ali's workshop. He has been driving for Ali since he was 20 years old. He has been driving for almost fifteen years. He is an old driver with very skilled driving skills. Ford trucks have been around for some years and cannot be raised at all. However, Mr. Ali is not in a hurry, he has enough time.

The journey was very smooth. By noon, they had already seen the low mountains outside Suez City. It was this mountain range with an average height of more than 700 meters, blocking the wind and sand from the Arabian Desert and creating the prosperity of Suez Port. Two forks appeared in the road ahead, one leading to Suez and the other leading to the Great Brutal Lake.

"Turn left, let's go to the canal to turn." For some reason, this idea suddenly popped up in Mr. Ali's mind.

"No problem, you are the boss." Ahmed turned the steering wheel without hesitation, and the Ford truck drove towards the Suez River several kilometers away.

"What are we doing there? Mr. Ali." Ahmed held the cigarette Ali gave him in his mouth.

"I just wanted to go to the canal to take a look. I haven't been here for a long time." Ali lit a cigarette and handed the match to the driver.

"I haven't been here for a long time. I remember delivering goods to Captain Corrison last time. Do you still remember that captain? Mr. Ali, red hair and an ugly rosacea." Ahmed gestured happily in front of his nose.

"Corrison is already a major. If he knew that you evaluate him like this, he would be happy to give you a few whips." After Ali said that, he also laughed.

"At this point, do you still remember the second lieutenant named Hudson under him? He is still a second lieutenant now." Ahmed skillfully lit the match with one hand and lit the cigarette roll on his mouth.

"It should be the second lieutenant, how could I forget him, that stupid and greedy donkey." Mr. Ali obviously remembered a not-so-good memory.

"You are right. He cheated Fifty Piast from me. If I meet him outside the barracks, I will definitely beat him up." Ahmed waved his fist.

"Then don't forget to cover your face and punch me a few times." Ali smiled and joked.

The truck drove along the highway to the bank of the canal. The locals reclaimed a large area of ​​farmland along the bank. The villagers also built many wooden buildings with rammed earth walls by the river. After working for a day, they could sit comfortably on the platform on the rooftop and enjoy the ships passing by the canal.

This area close to Da Ku Lake is gradually developing into a Cairo resort. Every summer, many Cairo citizens come here to enjoy the beach sunshine and the beautiful scenery of the canal.

"The wind here is so comfortable, Mr. Ali." Ahmed stood beside the truck, stretching his arms comfortably.

"Yes, I can't enjoy such fresh air in Cairo." Mr. Ali put his hands on his waist and took a deep breath. Then he was choked by his saliva and began to cough violently.

"It's okay, Mr. Ali." Ahmed slapped the boss's back with concern.

"It's okay, Ahmed, your eyes are better than me. Please help me see if the person who squatted on the roof of the house there is that bastard Hudson." Mr. Ali said with a trembling hand and pointed to a small building by the river.
Chapter completed!