Chapter 3 Chapter two

The moment Dieter Frank drove into the square, he had already noticed the girl sitting at the coffee table.He was always on the lookout for beautiful women, and this one hit him like a little sensual light.She has light blonde hair and pale green eyes, and she is likely to be of German descent, which is not uncommon in northeastern France, near the border.Her petite, slender body was wrapped in a sack-like dress, but she had added a cheap yellow cotton scarf over it, and she had that French talent for matching clothes that fascinated him.As he spoke to her, he noticed the slight fear that the French had at the beginning of the approach of the German occupiers, but then he saw an unconcealed contempt on her beautiful face, which was all the more exciting. piqued his interest.

There was an attractive man sitting next to her, but the man didn't have much interest in her.This person is likely to be her husband.Dieter asked her to take a picture of himself just to say something to her.His own wife and two beautiful children lived in Cologne, and he lived with Stephanie in an apartment in Paris, but that didn't stop him from seducing another girl.Beautiful women are like his collection of gorgeous French Impressionist paintings, and getting one doesn't prevent you from wanting the next one. French women are the most beautiful in the world.But then again, everything in France is beautiful: their bridges, their avenues, their furniture, even their china tableware.Dieter loves Parisian nightclubs, champagne, foie gras, and warm baguettes.He liked to buy shirts and ties at the legendary Charvin shirt shop opposite the Ritz.He should live happily ever after in Paris.

He did not know where he got this taste.His father was a professor of music—for the art form, the undisputed masters were Germans, not French.But for Dieter, the monotony of his father's tedious academic career was too much to bear.He horrified his parents by becoming a police officer, one of the first German university graduates to make that choice.By 1939, he had become head of the criminal intelligence department of the Cologne police. In May 1940, General Heinz Guderian's armored tanks crossed the Meuse River in Sedan, swept across France within a week, and reached the English Channel. At this time, Dieter excitedly applied for enlistment.Because he had been a policeman, the army immediately assigned him to the intelligence department.He can speak French fluently, and English is enough, so let him take the job of interrogating the captured prisoners.He was born with this kind of material, and he obtained a lot of information beneficial to the war during his work, and he himself was very proud of it.In North Africa, the achievements of his work have been noticed by Rommel himself.

He likes to use torture when necessary, but he also enjoys using more subtle means to persuade others.That's how he got Stephanie.Demure, sensual, shrewd, she was the proprietor of a Parisian couture shop, dealing in women's hats that were too fashionable and damn expensive.However, because her grandmother was Jewish, her doom also came.She lost her shop and spent six months in a French prison, where she was rescued by Dieter on her way to a concentration camp in Germany. He can completely occupy her forcibly, of course she thinks so too.No one will protest this, let alone punish him.But he didn't.He fed her, put her in new clothes, put her in a spare bedroom in his flat, and treated her with tenderness and tenderness until one evening, over a dinner of foie gras and La Tache Finally, he seduced her beautifully on the sofa in front of the burning coal stove.

But today, things were different, she became part of his disguise, and he worked for Rommel once again.Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, known as the "Desert Fox", is now the commander of Army Group B defending northern France.German intelligence expects an Allied offensive this summer.Rommel did not have enough troops to defend hundreds of miles of fragile coastline, so he responded with a bold strategic flexibility: camping troops miles inland from the coast and deploying them quickly when needed. The British knew about this - they also had their own intelligence service.Their countermeasure was to sabotage Rommel's communications facilities and slow down his reflexes.British and American bombers bombed roads, railways, bridges, tunnels, stations and marshalling yards day and night.The resistance blew up power stations and factories, threw trains off the tracks, cut telephone lines and sent young women to fill the fuel tanks of trucks and tanks with sand.

Dieter was tasked with identifying key communications infrastructure targets and estimating the strength of resistance groups that might attack them.Based in Paris, he has spent the past few months traveling across northern France, chastising sentries dozing off at their posts, pruning idle troop commanders, and tightening security on railway signal boxes, train sheds, car parks and airports. Security alert on control tower.Today, he was going to conduct a surprise inspection of this telephone exchange of great strategic importance.It is through this building that all telephone contacts from the High Command in Berlin are forwarded to the entire German army stationed in northern France.Teletype messages also pass through here, and most orders are sent by this means at present.If the switching station was destroyed, the Germans' communications would be crippled.

The Allies obviously knew this and tried to bomb the place, but with little success.Therefore, this place became the best candidate target for the resistance group to launch an attack.Security, though, is infuriatingly lax by Dieter's standards.This state may have been influenced by the Gestapo, who were also in the same building.The so-called Gestapo is the State Secret Police. People in it are not promoted because of their brains and abilities, but mainly because of their loyalty and enthusiasm for Hitler and fascism.Dieter has been wandering here for half an hour, taking pictures everywhere, but none of the officers and soldiers in charge of guarding here came to interfere, which made him feel more and more angry.

However, after the church bells stopped, a Gestapo officer in a major's uniform pretended to walk out of the castle's large iron gate and walked towards Dieter."Give me the camera!" he yelled in broken French. Dieter turned away, pretending not to hear. "Photography is prohibited in the castle, you idiot!" the man yelled. "Don't you see that this is a military facility?" Dieter turned away and replied quietly in German: "It took you so fucking long to find me here." The man was startled.People in civilian clothes are usually terrified of the Gestapo, but not this one. "What did you say?" he said, his tone less severe.

Dieter glanced at his watch: "I've been here for thirty minutes. I could have taken dozens of photos and slipped away early. Are you in charge of security?" "Who are you?" "Major Dieter Frank, Field Marshal Rommel's entourage." "Frank!" said the man, "I remember you." Dieter frowned and looked at each other. "My God," and then it dawned on him, "Willie Webb." "Major Weber, Waffen-SS, is at your service." Like most high-ranking Gestapo officers, Weber had the rank of SS in the SS, which he felt was a higher rank than his ordinary police rank.

"Oh shit," Dieter said.No wonder security is so lax. Weber and Dieter had been police officers together in Cologne when they were both in their twenties.At that time, Dieter was rising step by step, and Weber was frustrated everywhere.Weber resented Dieter, attributing his success to his privileged background (Dieter's background was not particularly privileged, but Weber thought so, since he was himself merely the son of a porter). Later, Weber was fired.Dieter now recalled the details of that incident: There was a traffic accident on the highway, when many people gathered, Weber fired in panic, and a bystander was killed.

Dieter hadn't seen him for fifteen years, but he could guess how Weber had climbed the ladder: he joined the Nazis, became a volunteer organizer, applied to the Gestapo based on his police training, and was able to Quickly climbed the ranks of the suffering second-rate society. Webb said, "What are you doing here?" "Inspect your security measures on behalf of the Field Marshal." Weber stared: "Our security measures are very good." "As far as a sausage factory is concerned. Look around you." Dieter waved his finger to the square of the town, "What if these are people from the resistance organization? They can Take down your guards." He pointed to a tall girl wearing a light summer coat over her clothes, "What if she had a gun hidden under the coat? What if..." He stopped suddenly. These, he realized, were definitely not fantasies he had spun out for the sake of illustration.His subconscious mind has seen those people in the square spreading out, forming a battle formation.The petite blonde and her husband had taken refuge in the bar.The two men at the church door moved behind the pillars. The tall girl in a summer coat, who had been staring at a shop window just now, was now standing in the shadow of Dieter's car. Dieter saw her Unfolding the skirt of his coat, he was surprised that everything in front of him turned his imagination into a prophecy.Underneath the coat was a submachine gun with a butt grip, the resistance favorite. "my God!" As he spoke, he reached for his coat pocket, only to remember that he didn't bring a gun. where is stephanieHe looked around, almost panicking for a moment, but she was standing right behind him, waiting patiently for him to finish speaking with Weber. "Get down!" he yelled. Then there was a loud bang.