In the early morning of February 5, when Roosevelt had just decided to keep the decision to temporarily maintain the turtle in the Pacific Ocean, Joseph Kennedy, who was sleeping in the Geneva International Hotel, was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. He sweated profusely and found that his whole body was trembling and trembling. In the dream just now, he vaguely saw his second son. John Kennedy, whom he had high hopes, was hit by countless German bullets. He had only time to shout "father" and fell in front of him with blood.

Although it was just a dream, the scene was so realistic that he still felt scared after more than half an hour. In the past few days, he went to Eagle Nest, then to Crete, and even met with a series of great figures such as the Head of State and Marshal Rommel. Everyone was very friendly to him and respected him as a guest of honor, but he did not dare to relax at all. His second son was struggling in the German prisoner-of-war camp. He didn't know if the young master, who had been frugal since childhood, could survive. When he thought of this, his eyes turned red, and he hated that he had not made up his mind early and had to get it out of Germany as soon as possible. It would not affect his personal future. After the war, he could not pay his son's life for the sake of an illusory presidential dream.

Having just used breakfast, he was uneasy and thought carefully about how to speak to the Germans. He had to achieve his goal without singing his voice, and he could not let the Germans extort too much, and he would definitely have political goals. If he only had money, it would be easy to deal with, and he would not frown at all!

The phone rings suddenly: "Dear Mr. Kennedy, is it easy to speak? I am Schubert."

Schubert was the intelligence officer sent by the German side to contact him in Switzerland. He was nominally a diplomat, but actually a member of the head of state. He had great power and had great eyes and eyes. He quickly said: "Convenient, convenient, you said."

"Your son John Jr. escaped from the prison camp last night and took away nine prisoners of war in the same room... In the early morning, the Gestapo conducted a major detective attack and caught him in the suburbs south of Stuttgart. Your son attracted the attention of the Gestapo in order to cover the escape of others and was shot several times during the refusal to arrest..."

"Ah!" Joseph felt the world was spinning, and the whole world was about to collapse.

"But because the prisoners of war robbed a car, they escaped temporarily and are currently following the German-Swiss border."

"How is John? I mean, he isn't dead?"

"No!" Schubert smiled a little scary, "The bullets hit your son were all specially made submachine gun bullets according to the instructions of the head of state. Each bullet was loaded only half to one-third of the normal state. We have conducted tests and will not die unless it hits the head, heart, artery and other key parts. When the fire was opened, the Gestapos deliberately avoided these, but they were all sharpshooters. Of course, they were inevitably left with a few scars. This car was a logistics truck we specially prepared. It not only contained a large number of first aid kits and medicines, but also the old military uniforms of the escorts, and even the photos on the officer's certificate were very similar to your son."

Joseph immediately understood, this was not a prison escape, it was clearly a script arranged by the Germans! He whispered: "I haven't thought about it yet, can it be?"

"Then I will notify the border troops to intercept him?" Schubert smiled slightly in the microphone. "Your son is injured and needs rest. He may not be able to escape from prison again after a few months of rest."

"Okay, I promised, what do I need to do?" The concern for my beloved son overwhelmed everything, and Joseph gritted his teeth and took the initiative.

"You have the money to buy Switzerland. Why don't we come forward? Anyway, just let them leave people across the border... Of course, you have to pay for those cars of medicine and cars."

"That's all?"

"Yes, what else do you have to explain?"

"I understand." Joseph hurriedly said, "Thank you for your deep friendship, I will always remember it in my heart. I hope you can keep it confidential. In addition, I will donate 1 million US dollars to your Red Cross through secret channels."

"Thank you very much, your business will become more and more prosperous! If your friends have similar needs, please speak to me, and we will clearly mark the price and be honest."

That night, Joseph received John Kennedy and his party who had fled and immediately sent him to the hospital for treatment.

"Father, why are you here?" John Kennedy fainted after he was convinced that he was saved.

"I have been trying to find a way to save you. I didn't expect that God would bless you to escape from the disaster!" Holding his son's hand, Joseph murmured to himself. He dared not tell the truth to his son, so he just fooled him first.

During the operation, he was restlessly paced outside the operating room. Although the Germans promised to be foolproof, after all, it was a day after that, and the bandages all over his body were soaked in blood. The scene was really scary, and the hanging heart could not be relieved. The other American prisoners of war had long known that their superiors were of extraordinary origin and had a powerful father. Now, they had escaped and saw their long-lost compatriots, and John Kennedy saved their lives during the escape, and they all cried unpredictably.

"Don't cry, don't cry, kids, tell me about your escape from prison."

Everyone talked all the time, and 10 people secretly dug the tunnel and escaped through the gutter. Considering that they were not familiar with Germany, they decided to escape to Switzerland. Then the Gestapos rushed over and John Kennedy and another person walked from another road to cover the safety of the large army. They were shot and got the truck again...

Joseph nodded. Judging from the situation, the arrangement was quite appropriate. If his son did not dare to stand up and attract the Gestapo's firepower, it would probably take a lot of trouble. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become proud of John. Although he had a tacit understanding with the German side, he knew that he would never die, John himself was unaware of it. Telling the Gestapo was obviously a glorious example of self-sacrificing himself.

"It's too difficult for you, God bless John, this is safe, I will save you all."

The operating room door opened, and the pale face and weak little John was pushed out. The attending doctor also knew that Joseph was of great origin and introduced in a respectful tone: "The young man was so lucky that he was out of reach. He got 3 bullets in total, one stuck in his shoulder blade, one on the abdomen, and one on the side of his thighs. They were not particularly important. I have taken them all out. As long as I recovered my injuries, there will probably be no sequelae in the future. After a few months of rest, I will be a lively young man. Oh, a lot of penicillin is used to prevent inflammation. This medicine is a bit expensive and the supply is very tight. If you have channels, you might as well get more."

"Thank you very much." In the following hours, Joseph, who was so careful, not only quickly got the shortage of penicillin, but also copied a set of medical information, including x-rays, in the future, if something happens, this set of information is the best proof, indicating that John was indeed injured and escaped, not "scamdling".

Joseph, who was afraid of long nights and dreaming, secretly sent a telegram to tell Hopkins about John and his companions escaping from prison to Switzerland, and planned to fly to London three days later, then go back to the United States to recuperate, and report on the specific diplomatic negotiations in Germany. Hearing that John Kennedy was shot several times to cover his companions, Roosevelt couldn't help but sigh: "Good boy! A brave and good boy! I will award him a medal when he comes back!"

After learning that John Kennedy had successfully escaped from prison, Ribbentrop asked in confusion: "First of the People's Republic of China, you have worked so hard that you will not ask him for any reward? Even if you develop Joseph into our informant in the United States."

"It's too shallow to use this. I not only need to help with this, but I also want to use it now."

"You want to?"

"A few years later, this young man became a senator or even the president of the United States. When I talked to him about this, what do you think of this scene? Can he help him a little bit of a favor to the interests of Germany?"

"Oh, God!" Ribbintrov exclaimed, "You see so far, how do you conclude that he will become a senator or even a president?"

"Intuition, terrible intuition!" Hoffman smiled, "It's okay if it doesn't work. Didn't Joseph pay $1 million? Can't 1 million buy the lives of 10 young people?"

Ribbintrov smiled all over his face. In fact, secretly redeeming prisoners of war has been in progress. The British and American prisoners of war who are well-known but are not famous have completed secret transactions. There are too many British and American officers and soldiers in the prison camp. How can they have money to maintain their operations if they don’t sell some?

"The British have received supplies in the past two days, and the black cat has started to sway left and right again, and can't make up their minds." Ribbentrop said distressedly, "If you can't cut off the expectations of these British people in one day, you won't be able to truly achieve the end of the negotiations in one day."

Black Cat is his synonym for Edward VIII. Due to the great losses of the Axis fleet in the Battle of Cape Verde, and the North Atlantic entered a high sea condition with high winds and waves, Germany withdrew the surface fleet to break the traffic system and used only submarines to break the traffic. The British and Canadian routes were restored with a loss rate of 50%. British material transportation was cut off for several months and had new blood again.

Hoffman smiled: "This is natural. The so-called fence-bearing and swaying fences refer to them. Fortunately, it is such an opponent. If the killing decisively accepts our conditions, I have to worry about the future. If we talk slowly, there will be a result. The rope tied to the neck of the British Empire will only become tighter and tighter. At present, the ar-234 lightning jet bombers are rapidly forming. By the end of this month, if the weather conditions improve, the British will soon be able to taste the taste of bombs. Yeshunnek told me that the first batch of aircraft is no less than 500 aircraft."

"This is really exciting news, but the US aid will not be eliminated for a day, we..." Ribbentrop said his concerns, "Or need a real-life landing battle?"
Chapter completed!