Hindenbo and Rudendolf opened their eyes wide without believing it, and they could hardly believe the news that the guy in front of them brought them.

However, the voice and those words cannot be forged!

"I have doubts like me, including the President and General Rudendolf. I have given you a list of them. Please..."

In front of them was a small radio-like thing, which was playing, live broadcasts in the prison where Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels was imprisoned.

Finally, the following sound came from the "radio".

"Well, Dr. Goebbels, I think you understand it all. But I ask you not to tell anyone about this, then I promise you will not live in the trial time! Of course, I also promise that you can bring enough money to enjoy your life in Switzerland in the future! Look, as a comrade who has worked hard together, I don't want to really hurt you!

As for those others who work with you, I will solve this problem when the wolf leaves here, so please rest assured..."

The plot in the "radio" that seemed like a radio drama finally ended with the sound of the iron gate closing, and the plot ranged from Ernst Rohm's confession to Goebbels' "confession".

"This Dr. Goebbels is a mad dog..."

Rudendolf cursed, but then fell silent again. His words seemed to easily misunderstand others, and he would be afraid of the SS bastards.

Although Hindenburg was quite old, he still spoke clearly.

"Sir Mike Lang, I think I have no reason to doubt the justice of the things you, the former President of the Chinese Federation, did. Especially your friendship with Mr. Hermann is really enviable.

But now I just want to know, what exactly is the device in front of me?"

Mike Lang has been enjoying the expressions of two of the "radio dramas" just now, and he was a little funny. Especially when Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels bit out President Hindenburg and Rudendolf according to the pre-plan, their expressions were really wonderful.

"Ah, it's really a radio, but it's listening to sounds from inside the prison. There's a small eavesdropper there, and we flew around with a small airship, strengthened the signal of the eavesdropper and forwarded it according to a special channel!"

McLang's explanation did not seem to satisfy Hindenburg, and he asked again.

"So Sir Mike Lang, will anyone hear what we just heard? You must know that Berlin radios are very common!"

"Of course, no one can understand these encrypted signals without special decoding, unless there is a radio like us!"

"Well, that's fine. Sir Mike Lang, I think our government is not inconvenient to do this directly. If you need help, please believe that the German Wehrmacht will be your most solid backing.

At the same time, Mr. Mike Lang, I hope you can understand our difficulties. We don’t want the situation to expand like this. You know that the fewer people know the better!”

Compared to Ernst Rom or the fake Adolf Hitler, Hindenburg's diplomatic rhetoric is definitely a very clever one.

The implication is that he is not worried about Adolf Hitler's life or death, but he is not willing to be so bold and arrogant. As for McLang's desire to rescue them from friendship, it is his own problem. As long as it is not too much, the German government can still accept it.

"Of course, I hope you can trust me. I understand that such a thing is definitely not a good thing for Germany. So, if I can solve this problem while rescuing my friend, I think it would be a good thing!"

Playing with diplomatic rhetoric is not a difficult task for Mike Lang. At least he has served as the president of the Chinese Federation.

When Rudendolf heard Hindenburg's expression, and then through McLang's expression, he understood that the transaction in front of him was considered successful.

"Anyway, personally, I thank you and your friends, including the Chinese Federation for everything that has been done for Germany."

Mike Lang shrugged, indicating that he understood everything.

"Okay gentlemen, let's start!"

But when it comes to doing this, I believe everyone understands that it is definitely not a simple matter. At least Adolf Hitler's true whereabouts are still hidden in the fog.

"But no matter what, we can start and do it. Shi Lan, should we act as soon as possible? You know I can hardly wait for it to get dark!"

Yu Shilan looked at the street scenes of Berlin, the capital of Germany, with her eyes, as if she was attracted by the scenery. However, when she spoke, Mike Lang realized that she was really a woman who was good at thinking.

"Is that true, daytime attack? I dare say that if your brother, Satan Eagle, knew you were going to do this, you would have laughed out loud.

And if you attack tonight, I bet you will lose your friend! How about it, my dear husband, should we make a bet?"

Mike Lang squirted out a smoke ring in distress, and he knew that his wife's words made some sense.

"Will that bastard Ernst Rom transfer them? Or..."

But Mike Lang could no longer say anything under his wife's eyes. Because in his feelings, Yu Shilan had already considered all the thoughts that if he continued to say anything, it was all nonsense.

"Okay, okay, I understand everything. We have to wait for that guy, but I'm really worried if that guy has the courage..."

Yu Shilan naturally knew what Mack Lang was saying, but these were obvious things and there was no need to talk about it over and over again. It was not until the end that Mack Lang talked about the topic that Yu Shilan liked to listen to.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this. What kind of behavior do you say is called that...what night is running?"

"Oh, my dear husband, I think you should really go back and review our Chinese history. Hongfu Night Run is a wonderful story, which happened in the Tang Dynasty..."

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"Goring, I want to write a booklet to show my thoughts. I'm worried that maybe we'll leave the world like this, and if I dictate it, can you record it!"

Hermann Goring looked at the small window of the dungeon, and the palm-sized sunlight leaking in the dark corner, so that when he spoke, he was speechless.

"Of course, my head, if you are interested now, I want to..."

When Adolf Hitler looked trembling when he heard Hermann Goring speak, Adolf Hitler glanced at him gratefully.

In the small window almost flush with the ground, Hermann Gorene had never even enjoyed the little sunshine. In this cold winter cellar, he had almost given his life for himself.

"Goring, I want to tell you that even if one day everyone in the world betrays you and everyone in the world abandons you, I will always be the friend who stands with you, forever, forever, forever..."

At this moment, the sound of the outermost iron door opening came from a distance from the dark dungeon, followed by the sound of a group of leather boots stomping on the ground.

"My heads, they are here. I want to say, if this is the end of our lives. Then my heads, I want you to know that even if you reach heaven and hell, you will still be my heads!"

Adolf Hitler shook his head in the light that shone in the small window as he listened to Hermann Goring's true confession.

"No, my dear partner, the situation in Germany is not stable yet. He hasn't got everything he wants yet, and your friend is probably not so impatient. So they won't just get rid of you and me like this. What I'm worried about is that he will transfer us to another place, a place your friend can't find..."

Hermann Goring, who had originally heard the sound of leather boots and had a premonition that his life was about to end, became cheerful again. At this moment, people would rather believe that there was hope. As long as there was hope, people would live strongly.

"Swish"

In the dungeon, the lights that never turned on were never turned on except for someone. Although they were just dim lights, in the eyes of Adolf Hitler and Hermann Goring, how bright and brilliant these lights were.

"Change these clothes for them!"

Adolf Hitler looked at the SS officers coming in, and the clothes among them were exactly the SS uniforms.

"I saw Gorene, they were going to move us somewhere else, I think it was all under the pressure of your friend!"

Hermann Goring, who was cheering up, suddenly remembered such a thing.
Chapter completed!