In a fully enclosed car outside, Prous saw his companions and familiar faces. It was Matthews, he was much older. Oh, it was Jegt, and he seemed to have not changed much.

There were 11 people in total, all German spies who were arrested one after another. They didn't say anything when they met, but just looked at each other and smiled slightly. Each of them was ready to die.

The car started slowly, and Prous couldn't help but ask the guard sitting at the door of the car with live ammunition: "Where do you want to send us to the shooting?"

"Go to where you should go." The guard said expressionlessly: "You must stay here quietly before you arrive at your destination. I hope you don't cause me any trouble."

Prous looked at his handcuffs and shackles: "What else can we do in this situation?"

The car drove for about an hour before it stopped.

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The car door was reopened and a strong ray of sunlight shone in, making the prisoners in the car very uncomfortable.

Prous was the first to get out of the car, and he saw "Lt. Col. Moyor" at first sight.

"Ltd Colonel Moyol" lit a cigarette: "It's another rare good weather in London."

"Yes, it's another rare good weather." Prous sighed. It was a good choice to die in such weather, but he soon discovered something wrong.

This place is definitely not like a execution ground where people are shot. Nearby, there is a manor. Who would kill 11 people in such a place?

"Come on, come with me." Wang Weiyi threw away half of the cigarette and waved at the 11 prisoners.

Following the American lieutenant colonel and entering the manor, they did not see anyone else, but saw a middle-aged man smiling at them, while the guard in the car stood beside him.

"Welcome, gentlemen, I am Sir Monlington Grisrow." The man introduced himself in a smile.

Sir Monlington Grisrow Prous and his companions were confused. They had heard of the name many times, but why did they bring them to see him? Is Sir Monlington Grisrow ready to execute the death penalty for the police?

The handcuffs and shackles on their hands were removed, and Grisrow continued to say with a smile: "Then, I think I should introduce you to this Lieutenant Colonel Moyor. His full name is Ernst Alexander von Breme!"

Whether it was Prous or his companion, he was completely shocked.

Ernst Alexand von Breme - Baron of Skeleton!

Prous couldn't believe what he heard, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, are you Baron Alexander?"

"Yes, I am Baron Alexander." Wang Weiyi replied calmly: "I'm glad you can go home!"

Prous and his companions burst into tears at this moment, and they were not like this even in the most difficult and cruel interrogation.

"I'm glad you can go home." They have been waiting for this sentence for too long.

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And it was Baron Alexander who said this to them.

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"Baron, you actually came to save us in person." Prous still felt incredible: "God, we have been forgotten ourselves. We all know how difficult it is for a spy to be released, but you actually came to save us in person!"

This is the common idea of ​​all the rescued spies.

Wang Weiyi just smiled slightly: "Germany will never give up on his compatriots..."

"Germany never gave up on his fellow countrymen!" When this sentence came out of Baron Alexander's mouth, tears once again filled the eyes of Prous and his companions.

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Now, these spies are finally safe. They no longer have to stay in the dark cell, and no longer have to worry about when they will be secretly executed. And the miracle of Baron Alexander who has accomplished this miracle is still the magical and omnipotent Baron Alexander.

But when they heard that they were rescued, Prous seemed a little uneasy: "Hisser Baron, we are grateful that you can help us get out, but those hostages who have been taken are far more important than us, and you are not worth doing this for us."

"I don't think so." Wang Weiyi didn't seem to care too much: "I think it's a very worthwhile thing to exchange hostages for you."

"But you exchanged us with Fenton and Wilkins' family." Prous insisted on his opinion: "Keeping these people might have a greater effect."

"It's just maybe." Wang Weiyi repeated his statement: "We took these hostages, but what can we do with them? This will shake the determination of the officials and make them choose to surrender at the end of the war, but it will not allow the Fenton government to take the initiative to put down their weapons. Is there any better choice? I think there are. On this release list, there are only President Fenton, Prime Minister Wilkins and Minister Kapanon's family. What kind of psychological reaction will you have if others learn about this news?"

Prous seemed to understand something vaguely.

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Yes, what kind of psychological reaction will occur if others learn about this news?

"I probably know." Prous let out a long sigh: "So, Mr. Baron, what should we do now?"

"Are you unwilling to return to Germany after experiencing these things?" Wang Weiyi replied: "Berlin will award you medals."

Prous exchanged glances with his companions: "His Excellency Baron, we agree that our stay here can provide you with greater help. We have spent many days in London and are very familiar with everything here. And more importantly, we still have many relationships to use, so please be sure to allow us to stay."

Wang Weiyi looked at the brave German spy in front of him: "Aren't you afraid of being captured for the second time?"

"That's nothing more than another waiting." Prous's voice was so firm: "Germany never gave up on us, and we will never give up on our deeply loved Germany!"
Chapter completed!