"Sir, look at this." A SS soldier found a handkerchief on the body of the head of state that had been unrecognizable. This handkerchief Misch was very familiar with and was a personal item that the head of state often used.

Seeing this handkerchief, Mishi's eyes became a little weird. He turned his head to look at Li Le standing beside him. The air seemed to be filled with suffocating coldness.

"He flipped away from me. If he hadn't come to flip through my belongings, I wouldn't have found the time to resist." Li Le defended himself in fluent German with a strong accent.

"My Head of State, the crisis has been resolved now. If you don't mind..." Looking at Li Le, Mishi, who was standing beside him, stretched out his empty left hand and made a begging action.

At this time, Li Le, who was too nervous, remembered that he was still holding a pistol in his hand, and subconsciously, he was not willing to hand over this thing that could make him feel safe.

But looking at the dozen SS soldiers carrying pistols in the room and some terrified servants, he really had no ability to kill everyone like 007, and then left.

So, despite his reluctance, he could only turn the gun in his hand in one direction and hand it over to Misch beside him.

He did such a simple move a little difficult. Because just such a move may even disappear the last chance of decent suicide.

The German SS interrogation department and the Gestapo's ruthless methods were not as bad as the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, but they were not much worse than the Japanese. If they fell into the hands of these people, death may be a beautiful luxury.

"First of the People's Republic of China, in order to prove your identity, are you willing to tell me what the main content of the discussion was held two days ago?" Mishi took the pistol that Li Le was carrying, staring at the other party with his eyes, as if he wanted to see something in the other party's face.

Fortunately, the plastic surgery technology in this era is not so developed, otherwise Mishi might have confirmed that the person in front of him is a fake and shoddy enemy.

Li Le was obviously stunned when he heard this question. He didn't even know what year he was currently in. How can he guess the content of the meeting two days ago at this time?

Moreover, even if we knew the time, the World War II information that civilians could buy in later generations did not reach the level of what Hitler had done one day.

Although I don’t know, it is definitely not something that can be silenced to get away with. Li Le also knows that if he continues like this, he will be exposed and disguised as an assassin and arrested and questioned.

So he sneered and asked, "What? Misch, do you doubt me?"

What he has to do now is to buy time for himself and force the other party to say as many words as possible. This will get more information and facilitate his reference to the knowledge in his mind.

Now, doing this is his only chance to survive, and he cannot help but do so. His understanding of Hitler and his knowledge of World War II in his mind were his only reliance.

When Misch heard the head of state's rebuttal question, and seeing the head of state's sharp eyes swept over, he felt as if he was staring at by a wild beast.

The chaos in front of him was because he was not good at doing things as a personal bodyguard. At this time, he still doubted the identity of the head of state. Didn’t he just give his dereliction of duty?

"I haven't had time to ask you about this, but you actually suspect that I'm coming on my head." Li Le's hawk eyes looked back and forth on Mishi's body, and his tone was even more sharp and cold as a bayonet.

The more I said, the more I felt that what I said was reasonable, and Li Le's words began to become fluent: "Before I give you an explanation, don't you want to tell me why there are two assassins in my room?"

Sure enough, the power accumulated by the head of state in several wars and the horror of the dictator of the Third Reich over the past ten years made Misch and all the SS soldiers present shake their thoughts.

They looked at each other, and some even involuntarily put their legs together and raised their chins.

"Click!" As Li Le's questioning, a SS soldier who was searching opened a "wall" in the corner of the room and leaked out the dark and deep secret passage inside.

"My head of state, the assassination man disguised himself as he sneaked in with the periphery, and then used the secret passage to sneak in. The person who walked was because we had just arrived here, so we didn't know there was a secret passage here..." Mishi glanced at the secret passage in the corner and quickly explained to Li Le.

"Yes, my head of state! You just arrived in France yesterday, so the assassin has an opportunity to take advantage of it." On the other side, Hitler's secretary Baumann, who rushed over, saw the mess all over the ground, frowned and spoke.

He also doubted whether the person in front of him was the head of state, but Martin Bowman, who had been struggling in politics for more than ten years, was more willing to use his brain than the young guard Misch.

At this time, even if you have doubts, you cannot easily say it. If the person in front of you is really the head of state like a demon... do you doubt him, will he still be alive?

So before we clearly prove that the person in front of us is not the head of state, we must pay great attention to the art of speaking. You must know that the head of state is a "straight donkey". Bauman may not know anything else, but he must have a clear understanding of this matter.

"It is our negligence to let you be frightened! The French arranged this room and they should be responsible for it." Without saying anything to question the identity of the head of state, Bauman decided to remain neutral.

Although Li Le, who was standing there, knew that Bauman might not believe him, the news revealed by the head of state at this moment definitely brought Li Le surprise. Now it is France, and it was only arrived yesterday.

You see, the head of state did not visit France frequently, the most famous one, and the arrogant one. After defeating France, he inspected Paris, France on June 2, 1940.

Looking at the furnishings of the surrounding rooms with carved beams and painted buildings, you can see a rich French style. Li Le made a random guess based on the knowledge in his mind and determined that he was currently on the night of June 22, 1940.

After determining this time, other judgments will be easy to speculate. At this time, there are not many things to discuss in holding a military meeting.

Of course it will not be "Barbarossa". At this time, we will be exhausted when discussing the plan after a year. Just facing the time node, it is probably the failed "Sea Lion Plan".

"French people! It seems that they are still not satisfied with the outcome of this war." Li Le heard Bauman's words aside, took over the conversation and said this coldly.

His attitude made Bauman raise his eyebrows, because the Supreme Command had already determined the tone of compromise and peace talks with France as early as June 18, and now the head of state seemed to have been thinking about continuing to fight.

On the one hand, it was because the head of state was as moody as ever, and on the other hand, it was because the head of state was alert to the generals of the army. As the head of state's secretary, Bauman naturally knew more than others.

For example, the head of state is actually not satisfied with the German-French armistice treaty that is being signed. Of course, anyone who is assassinated must vent their dissatisfaction after being assassinated?

"Sea Lion! Sea Lion!" He turned his hand back and pretended to suppress his anger. Li Le clenched his fists behind him. He muttered two rare words, and the sound was neither too loud nor too small, just enough for Bauman and Mishi to hear it.

Of course, Bauman knew what the word actually meant. He saw Li Le being planning, as if weighing the trade-offs and revenge on France.

Misch was even more shocked when he heard this term, because the "Sea Lion Plan" was the highest confidential military document targeting the British Empire that the head of state focused on at an internal military meeting two days ago.

In fact, Li Le didn't say anything. He just uttered the code name of the confidential document he knew twice. But it sounded different in the ears of Bauman and Misch.

"My head of state, it's too bloody, so let's change a room." Bauman walked to Li Le, leaned against a very close distance and whispered his suggestion.

"Investigate it clearly!" He looked at the terrified servants and guards outside the door, and Li Le, who had just temporarily escaped from the suspicion, exercised his power.

And his words were really more effective than the imperial edict at this moment. Misch raised his chin, stood attentively and agreed, "Yes! My Head of State!"

At this time, Mishi had already subjectively believed that Li Le was the real head of state. His reckless behavior of questioning the identity of the head of state just now has become fear and erupted to cover his whole body.

Because of fear, the execution of the order was even stronger. He gave a wink to several confidants, and two SS guards stood attentively and turned around and walked out of the room.

"Check the entire manor and don't leave any hidden dangers! Maybe there may be bombs, and arrange other rooms for the head of state immediately." Although Bauman is not the head of state's guard, he still handles such matters in an orderly manner.

While speaking, he turned his body and lowered his voice and suggested to Li Le: "My head of state, for your safety, I must change my stay tonight. Tomorrow's itinerary... Do you think you want to change it?"
Chapter completed!