Chapter 497: The Führer's Friend
With the slight vibration of the aircraft, the special forces soldier easily centered his sights on the moving car below. The car was bathed in two beams of light, like a star on a stage, reminding one of those celebrities who are the focus of all attention.
He held the car in his sights, then squeezed the trigger. The machine gun began to roar. The tracer rounds, even more brilliant in the dark sky, drew a thin white line of light from the muzzle of the gun to the car below.
A hail of bullets slammed into the roof of the car, instantly tearing through the fragile metal top. It was like cutting cheese, the metal twisting and deforming. The flying sparks and shrapnel made the British spies inside scream.
But the German soldier in the plane showed no sign of stopping. The bullets from the MG42 rained down on the poor car. Soon, the car’s windows were shattered, and the spare tire hanging on the back was shot off, falling to the highway.
The German cars behind swerved to avoid the falling tire, their brakes squealing as they slowed down. They just hung back at a distance, harassing the British spies.
Soon, the speed of the British spies’ car slowed down. Two of the helicopters flew ahead to find the car in front, leaving one to continue attacking this one.
At the beginning, the British agent in this car had returned fire on the helicopter above with his submachine gun. But after a dozen seconds of suppressive fire, the car fell silent. The dense bullets had caused the vehicle to start smoking, a sight that was clearly visible in the beam of the searchlight.
With a slight lurch, the car finally lost control, shot off the road at a turn, and crashed into the woods beside it. It knocked down a small tree a few centimeters in diameter, then changed direction and crashed into a large tree as thick as a man.
On the highway, two German cars pulled over to the side. A few soldiers jumped out and, with their weapons at the ready, cautiously approached their target. With a great deal of effort, one soldier, covered by his comrades, finally managed to pull open the twisted car door and saw the blood-stained corpses inside.
“They’re dead! Two of them in total. The driver was shot through the head, killed instantly. The other one has too many wounds to tell the sequence,” the soldier said, frowning as he looked at the somewhat mangled bodies, reporting back to his superior.
The officer in charge took the radio from another soldier’s back, pressed the switch, and asked, “The two on my side are dead! I repeat, the two on my side are dead. What’s your situation? What’s your situation?”
“We’ve got them. They’re all civilian spies, no resistance. One of them immediately offered to be a double agent and work for us… The other one was unwilling to cooperate, but he confessed very honestly,” the radio report from the other two helicopters came through the headset.
Soon, the news from this side was sent back to Berlin. Several of the decoy groups had been annihilated by the German intelligence services. A total of 7 had been captured, and 9 had been killed. But the convoy that was actually transporting Dr. Einstein, the one fleeing towards the Netherlands, was still calm and had not encountered any problems.
“Is this going too smoothly?” an agent asked Athena, who was sitting in the passenger seat. His voice was trembling slightly, perhaps from nervousness.
“It’s a pity we didn’t find that traitor Turing this time,” Athena said with a sigh, not answering the agent’s question. Only she knew that this operation had already succeeded. There was no way they could fail.
In a small village, the group found a secret contact station and met the reception personnel who had been waiting for them. There were two men to receive them, armed with submachine guns, and a woman who was already there, in charge of the station’s radio.
They had breakfast here, rested for two hours, changed the license plates on their cars, and changed their clothes. Only then did they set off again, continuing their journey towards the Netherlands.
After finally managing to get through a German checkpoint with fake documents, they entered the chaotic and more easily passable territory of the Netherlands. Only then did they feel at ease enough to rest at a secret contact station and ask for news of the other decoy groups.
“No contact. There’s no news from the cars that went north, and the east… also no news,” the person in charge of the contact station said to Athena with regret. “The south was fine, though. They sent a safety signal.”
Athena frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. So she thought for a moment and then asked the person in charge of the secret contact station, “Oh? So our decoy plan has succeeded? Is there any news from Berlin?”
“Berlin was under martial law for a few days. The German garrison command searched many places, and then, having found nothing, they lifted the martial law. But the patrols and the helicopter patrols at night have become stricter,” the person in charge replied.
“The original plan remains unchanged. We’re going to the coast!” Athena finally made up her mind and said.
Crack! Just as the two were speaking, a gunshot rang out from outside the door. Athena was startled. Only then did she realize what was wrong. They had escaped at around 8 PM. Logically, even if the Germans had discovered Einstein was missing, it should have been confirmed during working hours the next morning.
But the Germans had made their move on the decoys that very night. There was a discrepancy in the timeline that just didn’t make sense. Another thing that made Athena feel uneasy was the order in which the Germans had hunted down the decoys. The decoys in the north and east had both lost contact, but the most suspicious southern route had been missed by the Germans. This in itself was very strange.
But it was too late to react now. The gunshot proved that there was absolutely no escape for them. Athena rushed out of the room, drawing a small, exquisite pistol from her pocket.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked, pressing the seated Einstein down with her hand. This was her most important mission; no mistakes were allowed.
Rat-tat! Rat-tat! Outside, a British agent with a submachine gun was firing fiercely at a target he had spotted. He was leaning against a wooden pillar by the door. After emptying his magazine, he ducked behind the pillar to reload.
But the German firepower seemed to be even more intense. A dense stream of bullets slammed into the pillar he was leaning against, sending wood chips flying everywhere. He was startled and ducked, exposing half his body, and was quickly hit by another gunman who had been waiting for the opportunity.
The British agent screamed and fell to the ground. But he was not yet dead. He struggled to raise his submachine gun and continued to return fire, but he was hit again and again by a sniper who was lying in ambush in the distance.
Soon, the British agent stopped moving. Blood flowed from his mouth, and after a couple of grunts, he was silent. The other submachine gunner had been shot in the back at the beginning of the fight and had collapsed at the door.
The two British agents at the back of the house did not last long either. They were quickly killed by the accurate shooting of the German special forces. That area was now occupied by the Germans, and it was clearly impossible to escape by jumping out the window.
“Don’t go out!” Athena shouted to one of her men who was about to open the door. But she was a little too slow. The moment the British agent pulled open the door, a bullet tore through his chest. Blood splattered all over the wall, and the agent collapsed, his legs twitching a few times.
A German special forces soldier rushed into the house and quickly shot and killed the person in charge of the British secret contact station. It was clean and efficient. But Athena was no pushover either. With a flick of her wrist, she fired a shot that hit the German commando.
But the ones who rushed in after him were not opponents that could be easily dealt with by a pistol. Two German special forces soldiers entered the house, holding two rectangular shields. On the side of the shields was a firing port for a pistol.
Ping! Without the slightest hesitation, Athena fired at one of the shields, but it only left a shallow dent.
Ping! Ping! The two German special forces soldiers also pulled their triggers. The two British agents who had been standing in front of Athena collapsed, clutching their wounds. And behind these two, another two men entered the house, hunched over, and dragged their groaning comrade out of the room.
“Surrender! You are surrounded! We only ask that you guarantee the personal safety of Dr. Einstein, whom you have kidnapped! As long as you lay down your weapons, we will guarantee your safety as well!” a German officer outside shouted through a megaphone. As his voice came, gun barrels poked in through the windows all around the house, proving that the place had indeed been completely surrounded.
“In your dreams!” Athena’s face was a mask of frost. She turned and fired a shot directly into Einstein’s chest. Ping.
Einstein’s face was full of disbelief. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and his mind went blank. He didn’t understand why Athena, who had promised him true freedom, would shoot him without hesitation. He didn’t know why the world was suddenly spinning, making him fall helplessly to the ground.
The sound of intense gunfire erupted. Einstein looked at the ceiling. He felt a liquid flowing out from inside his body, taking his body heat with it. He heard the tense shouts in German: “Dr. Einstein! Dr. Einstein! Someone! The Führer’s friend, Dr. Einstein, is wounded! Medic! Medic!”
The Führer’s friend? That sounds nice enough. That was the last thing Einstein thought before he passed out.
Published: 2025-08-30T04:18:06.000+00:00
Last Edited: 2025-12-01T17:33:40.000+00:00
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