"Fueror..." Mrs. Katy, the deputy director of casting, could fully understand the hatred that the "Fueror" has continued since childhood since she was a child. However, she did not have any sympathy in her heart, and she was even trying her best to hold back her smile.

I feel inexplicably happy, I really can't speak up.

Oh my God, as one of the "plot witnesses" who "similarly and in a similar and fusion of time and space in the plot fragments of World War II" in the entire "Battle", he "spoiled" the "female-level drama" of Nazi atrocities in the early morning after the joy and lingering nights, and "spoilers" from the Nazi atrocities in the "past words" that were lingering, how could Mrs. Katy, the deputy director of the casting, sympathize with a Nazi?

So, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Mrs. Katy, the casting assistant director, secretly connected the radio equipment on her body. The antenna disguised as a bra ring immediately sent a frequency hopping signal that could not be intercepted and cracked.

"So—" However, at the moment the signal was sent, the "First of the Head" who was replaced suddenly stinged his nerves by the electric current bursting in his headphones. The TV signal on the wall also fluctuated greatly.

Mrs. Katy, the deputy casting director, secretly called out "Not good". She should have thought that this secret room could block radio signals!

As soon as the casting assistant director Mrs. Katy took the opportunity to unbutton the bra behind her and disconnected the radio.

When the "First of the Head" who was so fake, raised his head angrily, he saw Luo Shan half-clear, and the beautiful woman who was at a loss: "...Ah, Katie."

"Dear Head, I would like to be your exclusive 'Christmas Gift'." Mrs. Katy, the casting assistant director, was impeccable.

The "First of the Head" who was replaced by a false "shoulder" was like a furious beast, squirming his throat and swallowing hard.

It has been said that no one can resist the beauty scheme that the casting assistant director Mrs. Katy is in close use.

In 1920, first class carriage No. 3483, Berlin-Gosler, Orient Express.

After looking at the sign "in use", the well-dressed middle-aged gentleman still knocked on the door of the luxurious bathroom.

“…Miss Richer?”

"Ah, are you Mr. Quant?" A quick response came from the bathroom.

"Yes, Miss Ritchell. Please forgive my recklessness. But the train is about to arrive, and when I think I may not be able to meet again, I must muster up the courage to talk to you in this way."

"Ah, Mr. Quant. Do you have anything or anything important?" The sound from the bathroom became more and more intense.

"I actually... actually want to ask, are you willing to date me?"

“…”

Although the answer was speechless silence, the middle-aged gentleman who was close to the door panel could still hear his depressed breathing. It seemed that Miss Ritchell, who was in the bathroom, was covering her mouth tightly, unable to digest the news that shocked her.

The middle-aged gentleman obviously would not give up; "You know, I came from the Quant family, lost my wife many years ago, and have lived alone since then. I thought no one could enter my heart again. Until today I met you on the train, Miss Richer, which rekindled the spark of love..."

On December 19, 1941, the Imperial Prime Minister's Office on Worth Street, Berlin.

Head of State Study.

"My dear Magda, you still smell so delicious!" As he said, the head of the head raised his head and breathed greedily from the arms of the noble lady who was pressed by him on the desk.

"First Master, don't do this. My husband wants to, and he's coming..." The former "first lady" Magda Goebel, who was short of breath and hot all over her body, was still gritting her teeth to resist the effects of the "empty pregnancy lactating agent" that surged like a tide.

"My Propaganda Minister? Ha! As usual, I was stumbling on the set with female stars last night." The head of state who was on the way was ridiculously laughed: "My dear Magda, he knows about us. Just like I know you (the privacy between husband and wife)."

"No, no, don't do this..." The former "first lady" Magda Goebbels, whose will is on the verge of collapse, tried his best to tighten his legs and prevent the man on his body from succeeding.

"My dear Magda, do you really want to resist the head of state for the propaganda minister?" The head of state who had not succeeded for a long time shouted in anger.

"No, not for the minister, but for the sake of the minister, but, but…" Magda Goebel, the former "first lady" whose will is about to collapse, seems to have a difficult reason to speak of.

"Then you are for (who)..." Before he finished speaking, the head of state with a ferocious expression was stabbed into his mouth by an old-fashioned electric stick that stretched out of thin air.

"Sizizi--" A flash of lightning.

Half of the head of state's face crackled and sparks flew everywhere, and the whole person flew out heavily.

The man holding an old-fashioned electric stick is obviously "all the time, every moment, there is only one, and he is used to taking a hidden route as the "time side". There is a Wu Chen on each crisscrossing plot node, which is the same one that is split or gathered by the plot nodes.

"My dear master..." Magda Goebbels, the former "first lady" who tried hard to clamp her legs, suddenly felt soft.

"Huh?" Wu Chen, who had shut the old electric rod hard, noticed an abnormality in half of his head, which was still squinting, saying: "Why are electricity still coming out?"

When he walked forward, he turned over the head of the head of the head who had been covered in electricity and foaming at the mouth. He immediately found the artificial left ear. He tried to twist off the left ear like a screw-tip bulb. The modified artificial ear canal and the long wire deep into the abdomen were exposed.

The eyes of true vision that flashed and disappeared will absorb the new spiritual memory, and the mind will be deconstructed with all its strength.

"Ah..." Soon, Wu Chen discovered the hidden plot elements of the head of state: "Can this 'head of state' not someone's substitute? But..."

At this moment, a beautiful foot wrapped in nylon stockings fell weakly on her shoulders: "My dearest master..."

Wu Chen, who was interrupted by his thoughts, got up gently and passed the important plot first and then said: "Come on, my dear Magda."

……after a while.

The crack in the false door of the head of state's study was gently pushed open.

"Ah, my master—all my belongs to you!"

In 1920, first-class carriage No. 3483, Berlin-Gosler, Orient Express, bathroom.

Magda, who calmed his breathing, gently moved his hand covering his red lips and whispered to the man behind him, "Master? Should I promise him?"

"Of course, this is your personal plot." Wu Chen replied in a whisper.

"Are you willing to let it go, my dearest master?" After saying that, Magda Richel deliberately twisted her waist. She was still Magda who was waiting to marry in the boudoir, and her name was Miss Richel at this time.

"I can't bear to let it go. But this is a 'plot need'. Changing your personal plot too early will have the risk of being exposed in advance. But whether it is your first marriage or the second marriage, it is an unscathed 'fake couple'." Wu Chen used the murmurs of his lover to spoil the female companion in front of him: "Believe me, this is a plot determined by the law firm against deterrence..."

Magda Richel leaned tightly in the man's arms: "Listen to you, my dearest master..."
Chapter completed!