Chapter 496: The Pursuit
Late at night, in Dr. Einstein’s apartment, the mute officer who had followed him for many years lay on the floor. Beneath him was a pool of bright red blood. An enraged Einstein was staring at the several British agents in front of him, and at the incomparably beautiful Miss Athena.
Not far from the mute officer, another man in black work clothes was also on the floor. This man was clearly one of the British agents, as they were all dressed in similar attire.
“You promised you wouldn’t kill him! He was with me for many years, one of my very good friends!” Einstein questioned the British agents loudly, his anger sparked by their actions.
He had agreed to escape to Canada with these British agents tonight, but on the condition that they would not harm the mute officer Akado had sent to protect and monitor him.
However, when these uninvited guests had entered the room just now, the alert German officer had still discovered them. He had quickly grabbed a dinner knife and taken down the first Englishman who approached. But the enemy was too numerous, and in the end, he had fallen in a pool of his own blood. All of this had happened in a flash, so Einstein could only watch as it unfolded, unable to stop it.
“He resisted and killed one of our men, so he had to die,” Athena said, looking at Einstein. “You must come with us now. Have you packed your things? The ship to leave Germany is ready. We will set off now, for the Netherlands.”
“Sigh…” Einstein let out a long sigh, stood up helplessly, and walked into his bedroom. He pulled a suitcase out from under his bed. A tall British agent walked over and picked it up for him. Einstein’s wife took his arm, and together with the British agents, they walked out of their apartment.
There was no time to delay. They had to rush to the Netherlands overnight, at top speed, evading the German checkpoints and patrols along the way, to finally shake off the German interception and board a waiting submarine on a Dutch coast to return to Canada. The entire plan had been designed personally by the British female agent codenamed Athena and could be said to be seamless.
Soon, Einstein and the others got into the cars waiting at the door. Several cars started up at the same time and then drove madly towards the outskirts of Berlin. The engines roared, and the cars jolted and swayed, but as time went on, they still left the bustling city of Berlin behind and sped along the highway, which stretched into the darkness, towards the Netherlands.
At the same time, in several other directions from Berlin, similar convoys were heading out, acting as decoys in this operation to disrupt the Germans and confuse the German intelligence services that were pursuing Einstein.
“They’ve made their move?” Gascoigne asked, standing with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the cool night air. He was speaking to his son, who had just come in to report.
Little Gascoigne grinned. “Rest assured, Father. I certainly won’t mess up the mission the Führer has given you. Right now, the enemy has a total of seven convoys on the move. Our men are already tailing them. None of them will escape. As for the convoy heading to the Netherlands, when should we make our move?”
“Let them be pleased with themselves for a day. Our men are scheduled to make their move tomorrow evening. At that time, we will catch them all in one net,” Gascoigne said with a sneer. “The Führer gave him immense trust and tolerance, yet in the end, he chose the path of defection… this Einstein, who doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
On the outskirts of Berlin, a black sedan was surrounded by Wehrmacht trucks and over a hundred Wehrmacht infantrymen with rifles. They looked at the terrified British agent in the car, at his desperate sobs.
At the command of the officer in charge, the German soldiers began to open fire on the car, riddling it with bullets. The British agent inside was torn apart. His lifeless body slumped over the steering wheel, pressing the horn. A few engineers cautiously approached, beginning to carefully open the car door to check for explosive devices.
At another intersection, a middle-aged man driving a car handed his pass to the soldier on duty at the checkpoint. The soldier opened the document, checked the photo and number inside, then looked up and carefully examined the man in the driver’s seat before handing the document back to him.
But then a gunshot rang out. The middle-aged man in the car was shot through the head and slumped in his seat. His hands, which had been on the steering wheel, fell limply to the ground. A small pistol hidden up his sleeve fell out, making a thud as it hit the floor of the car.
Ring! Ring-ring! The phone rang. Little Gascoigne, standing behind his father, walked to the desk and picked up the receiver. “Long live the Führer, Akado Rudolph! This is Army Intelligence.”
“Heil Führer! We have annihilated the two action groups in the east. We acted directly, according to the plan, and left no survivors,” the field commander in charge of the operation said in a low voice through the receiver. “We searched the inside of the car and found nothing special.”
“Understood. I have other arrangements for the other locations. You can leave with your men. The police and the garrison command will handle the rest,” Little Gascoigne replied softly, then hung up the phone.
“Father, the operation in the east is over,” he said to his father, who was looking at him. “The people who fled to the east were on a suicide mission, so I ordered them to be eliminated without taking any prisoners to reduce our casualties.”
Compared to the heavily controlled Polish region in the east, those who fled to the west, north, or south seemed to have a chance of survival if they were lucky. But the east was a true dead end, so Gascoigne also felt that there was no need to waste too much energy on the enemy’s suicide squads.
The destination for the agents fleeing south was bound to be Switzerland. Once there, they would have escaped. So the mission of those fleeing south was the most important, and they were the most convincing decoy, apart from Einstein’s true destination of the Netherlands.
Of course, if they went north, their destination would generally be Denmark. The German security there would certainly not be as strict as in the homeland, and there was a certain chance of escape. So whether they went south or north, these British agents still had a glimmer of hope. Only the east was certain death.
And on a highway due north of Berlin, two Crusader helicopters and 20 special forces troops intercepted two speeding cars. They captured four British undercover agents, who would now face the most severe interrogation and torture.
The British spies heading south, sitting in their car, were now in a state of chaos. They had discovered that several cars were following them. Although it was just after nightfall and it was not strange to see cars on the highway near Berlin, it was clear that these following cars were after them, and the other party was not even trying to hide it.
“We’re being followed! How did they find us so quickly?” a British agent, sitting in the back of the car and loading a magazine into his submachine gun, asked, frowning as he observed the cars behind them. The other party was intentionally keeping their distance, as if they were in no hurry to catch them.
“The operational plan may have been discovered by the enemy!” the man driving the car screamed in frustration. “I told them, how could a large-scale operational plan like this not be discovered? I told them!”
“Calm down! We haven’t been caught yet! Don’t panic!” the man in the back said fiercely, slamming the magazine into his submachine gun.
In fact, he himself knew very well that they had only just left the city of Berlin and had already been discovered. This almost certainly meant that the operation was a complete failure. If they were allowed to brazenly escape all the way to Switzerland, the tens of thousands of German guards along the way might as well just commit mass suicide.
In the car running ahead, the driver and the spy in the back were just temporary additions to make up the numbers. The real fighters were in this car behind.
“We must hold on, delay for as long as possible! Let the action team get the package out safely! This is our mission! The time has come for us to be loyal to the British Empire! Slow down! We need to create some distance from the car in front. Prepare for battle!”
He rolled down the window and was about to poke his submachine gun out when he heard a loud noise. He looked up and saw three Crusader helicopters in the night sky, their tail lights flashing red.
At almost the same moment, two of the three helicopters suddenly turned on their lights. Huge searchlights shone down from the sky onto the car, and the dim surroundings were instantly brightly lit, making it impossible to open one’s eyes.
“To the people below, listen up! You have been surrounded by the German intelligence services! Do not make any futile resistance. Lay down your weapons and surrender!” a voice from the helicopter’s loudspeaker boomed, echoing in the empty sky.
“You want us to surrender? In your dreams!” the man with the submachine gun roared, and pulled the trigger, firing at the helicopter. Rat-tat! The gunshots rang out, but it was clear that due to the speed, he had not hit the helicopter high above.
“He’s firing! He’s firing his weapon at us!” the co-pilot in the helicopter said, watching the situation below in terror and shouting a warning to the special forces personnel in the back.
“Open fire! Open fire!” The special forces in the back were also startled by the other party’s frenzy, but they quickly steadied themselves. A soldier, attached to a safety harness, aimed the machine gun by the cabin door at the car below.
Published: 2025-08-30T04:16:55.000+00:00
Last Edited: 2025-11-30T16:05:12.000+00:00
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