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What impression do you have of Strasser?
Now, Heinrich Himmler has been pondering this question.
Since 1923, when he met this old acquaintance again in the National Socialism movement, Strasser appointed him as his secretary.
After the failure of the Beer Hall Putsch in 1924, with the Congressional elections approaching, Strasser attempted to capitalize on the sensation caused by Hitler's coup in Germany by inserting his own Nazi followers into Congress. He sent Himmler to drive a motorcycle, racing back and forth between various villages and towns in Bavaria.
Himmler conveyed Strasser's notification and shouted tirelessly to promote National Socialism to the farmers. He incited the farmers against financial capital, cursed Jewish people and members of Freemasonry, and attacked Bolsheviks and the bourgeoisie. Although his hard work earned Strasser two million votes and 32 Congress seats, Himmler still felt that following Strasser held little promise for the future.
He was not the one he was looking for, so Himmler had the thought of going home to raise chickens.
Not knowing if he sensed his thoughts, Strasser announced that he would be going to Berlin and directly disbanded his subordinates before Himmler could submit his resignation.
Himmler was very grateful for this; parting on good terms was better than a falling out, after all, Strasser had indeed treated him well.
Himmler originally thought he wouldn't see Strasser for a long time. Who would have thought that fate would intervene? In less than two years, Himmler had the opportunity to meet his old friend again, but this time it was as enemies. Although they were both members of the Nazi Party, they had reached a point where they had no choice but to confront each other, which left Himmler feeling somewhat melancholic.
"Mr. Heinrich, after this is the back door of the National Socialist Party." Goebbels's words brought Himmler back to reality. While Hitler and Baron Dezhi were engaged in a heated debate at Falkenhausen Hall, Himmler followed orders and brought all the Waffen-SS members from Bavaria, ready to launch a surprise attack on the National Socialist Party headquarters through a hidden back door, guided by the informant Goebbels. "Alright, Dr. Goebbels! Hurry! Keep up!"
After coming to his senses, Himmler greeted the Waffen-SS members as they filed in from the narrow path guided by Goebbels. This path was extremely secretive, located in a remote alley in the Berlin city area. It took them half an hour to find the entrance, and then they felt their way along the road, scaling several walls, before entering the interior of a building through a partially concealed iron gate.
"Go up from here all the way to the top floor, then walk down the corridor to the very end; that's Strasser's office."
Goebbels seemed a bit anxious, clearly eager to capture Strasser.
Himmler, lost in thought, didn't dwell on it much. He waved his hand, and the SS troops behind him charged up the stairs like wolves.
When Himmler reached the top floor, the members of the SS troops had completely taken control of the corridor. Several SS troops were standing by the wall at the door of Strasser's office, holding pistols, and faint light from the incandescent bulbs inside could be seen through the window. Seeing the questioning gaze from the SS troops captain, Himmler gave a nod of affirmation.
The latter immediately gestured to the teammate next to him, and two tall players immediately stepped forward, facing the office door. After the captain gestured a three-second countdown, they rushed forward and forcefully pushed open the office door with their bodies, followed closely by the main force that was ready to charge in. Inside the room, sounds of tables being overturned and glass being shattered could be heard, while Himmler nervously observed the situation inside from outside the door.
Although Himmler is considered a pervert by many as the highest KDA executioner in chicken farming history, in fact, he is a person who cannot stand the sight of blood. His personal morality even ranks among the top in the Nazi Party, so when Hitler assigned him this task, Himmler was very troubled for a while. He did not want to kill his old friend with his own hands, perhaps this is a classic example of loving specific people but not loving abstract people.
After a long time, the room finally quieted down after Himmler. Just now, the SS troops captain walked out with a serious expression. He quickly walked to Himmler's side and said in a low voice, "We've thoroughly checked inside, there's no one there."
"How is that possible?"
Himmler quickly walked into the office, only to see chaos everywhere and standing SS troops, with no trace of Strasser at all.
"It seems he really isn't here."
Himmler took a deep breath and relaxed, although he hadn't achieved great success, Himmler wasn't very disappointed. At least he didn't have to personally kill an old friend. However, he immediately felt that something was wrong and quickly asked a member of the SS troops nearby, "Did we see anyone from the National Socialist Party during our recent raid?"
Facing Himmler's anxious inquiry, the team member just shook his head in confusion.
"Where is Dr. Goebbels?"
Himmler wanted to know what was going on, and he was darting around the room like a headless fly.
"Dr. Goebbels seems to be downstairs!"
A SS troops member by the window spotted the slender figure, and Himmler rushed to the window as if a fly had caught a whiff of a delicacy.
At that moment, he saw Goebbels walking towards the main entrance of the National Socialist Party.
It seems that Goebbels noticed Himmler's gaze and suddenly turned around, looking up in Himmler's direction. When Goebbels usually spends time with Himmler in Bavaria, his large, dark eyes show thoughtfulness and passion in moments of stillness. However, at this moment, they are flashing the most vicious expression of hatred. He made a throat-slitting gesture towards Himmler with a contorted expression.
"Not good, we've been ambushed, retreat quickly!"
Himmler finally realized what the chill he felt upon entering the National Socialist Party headquarters meant.
They had been deceived by Goebbels, and Hitler had been deceived as well.
Just as Himmler and the SS troops were frantically preparing to retreat from Strasser's office, Himmler heard a dull sound followed by the startled cries of the SS troops. He wanted to ask what was happening, but he found that his body was no longer under his control; to be precise, at that moment, the upper and lower halves of Himmler's body had separated. Blood splattered, or rather sprayed, directly onto the faces of the SS troops. Even though these men were hardened criminals accustomed to danger, they couldn't help but feel a chill of fear at that moment.
"Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"
The voice of persuasion and many footsteps could be heard outside the corridor.
In just a few short minutes, the pre-arranged vanguard team silently took out the SS troops members on guard outside, surrounding the office.
The terrified SS troops immediately dropped their weapons upon hearing the words. Surrounded and lacking the courage to resist, they raised their hands and one by one walked out of the office, only to be greeted by the menacing muzzles of the vanguard.
"Are these your subordinates? What a bunch of useless people," the leader of the vanguard team sneered disdainfully at the SS troops captain, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig. "Just kill them all, we only need to keep one hostage."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The vanguard member immediately pulled the trigger of the STG-44 Assault rifle in his hand, and the muzzle mercilessly spewed out tongues of fire. In just a few seconds, all the SS troops dressed in black uniforms fell in a pool of blood.
Somewhere in the city of Berlin, directly facing the clock tower of the National Socialist Party headquarters.
Coy was lying on the high platform of the rooftop, holding a KAR98K sniper rifle with smoke still rising from its muzzle. He did not know how many lives he had just saved with that shot; he only felt that he had completed the task assigned to him by Strasser. "Hmm, this improved 98K is very easy to use. I will use it to kill more enemies of the German people in the future."
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