On the third day, Thursday night, Nick came to the Catholic church in the old city. Compared with the extremely grand and gorgeous Protestant churches built later, most Catholic churches in Berlin are small and dim, but they are enough.
ancient.
Nick's skin color was the best concealment. He knocked out the priest with some effort and came to the back of the confessional, the only thing in the church.
The confessional usually consists of two parts. In the front is a small room, usually for one person to stand. There will be a wall directly opposite the door. Some walls have windows, some do not. On the opposite side of the wall stands the priest and the believers.
This is how you confess to the priest.
Of course, sometimes there is no one behind, and the person standing may not be the priest, so many believers will make an appointment with a familiar priest so that the secrets in their hearts can be poured out.
Dr. Schiller was destined not to wait for the priest today, Nick thought as he stood behind the wall. Unfortunately, the walls of the confessional in this church had no windows. He could not use his advantage as an agent to observe the facial expressions on the other side.
Soon the door was opened, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Nick felt that he could almost hear the other person's breathing frequency, but it was hard to imagine that a person with such light footsteps killed three Gestapo the day before yesterday and hung them all.
Arrive at the cross.
But when the person on the opposite side finally stood still in front of the wall, Nick felt that a beast was trapped in the cage on the opposite side of the wall.
"I want to repent, Lord..."
Nick coughed twice, and the voice on the other side disappeared as expected. Nick said, "I'm sorry, I'm not a good person for you to confess to."
"Oh?" The other party made an emotionless sound of surprise.
"I know what you did the day before yesterday. I saw...your works. I have something to talk to you about, about Artur. Are you free now?"
"What's wrong, Father?"
Nick heard the person on the opposite side ask. The voice sounded ethereal, like the shadow of a tree reflected in the water, as if any wave could be blown away, and as if nothing could be changed when it was blown away.
"He is fine. I sent him back to the lounge to rest." Nick said, "I swear my actions will not cause any harm to him. I am not here to hurt any of you."
The other person was silent and did not reply. Nick could only say: "Three years ago we destroyed a laboratory in order to prevent the Axis powers from possessing atomic bombs. However, during subsequent investigations, we discovered that a mysterious organization called Hydra was very powerful.
It is possible that the research results of that laboratory were stolen in advance and completed somewhere."
"There is an important number in a certain unfinished core component. Only by getting this number can we know what technology they have mastered. Whether this technology can be perfected and create weapons capable of destroying the world. Artur is
The only person who knows this number."
"He died in a murder. We don't know who did it. We found out that you were the only person he saw before his death. You are a high suspicion, so we focused on you, but we didn't
To think you also got into trouble with the Gestapo, or maybe more."
"I don't know how you did it, but you killed three of their people in the church. This was an unacceptable insult to them, and in the last few months, they will become more and more crazy,
If you don't want to leave Berlin, you're going to need our help."
Nick heard the other person's breathing rate change, but it was not rapid due to nervousness. He seemed to be satisfied, like a satiated beast taking a nap.
"How will you help me?"
"At least we can help you escape the Gestapo."
"How can I repay you?"
"I know that Artur may not have told you the number. In fact, he doesn't know that number is so important. No one has told him, but I need you to describe in detail the details of your relationship with him, including how much he treats you.
Say something, it's not difficult for you, is it?"
"You are a good agent." Nick heard the other person say, and for some reason, his heart suddenly tightened.
"But you've got the wrong person."
The moment the words fell.
Bang! Bang bang!!
Nick turned around suddenly and saw groups of Gestapo rushing in from the rear window of this small space, breaking down the doors one after another. He suddenly realized something and said: "This is your trap?!
"
He heard the other party chuckle softly, which was completely different from his previous serious attitude, and he seemed to be in the mood to chat with him.
"You are a good agent." The other party repeated it again, "You are good at disguising all unfair transactions as equal exchanges and negotiating with confidence, making all your opponents think that sitting at the card table would be a good choice.
, but you will always be the one who flips the table over when you least expect it - mean, rude and evil."
Nick had no time to listen to him now. He had to find a way to get out of here. His foot injury was not completely healed yet, so he would definitely not be able to run away, and now the passage outside was full of Gestapo.
So now there is only one option left, break the wall and go out through the door behind Schiller. Maybe there is a possibility of escape. Damn it, he must have expected this scenario.
"Many people use force as a last resort, but I'm just the opposite." Nick heard the other person say: "If you can't even survive the violence, then even if it's on the table, it's just food."
Nick punched the wall twice hard. He knew that the wall should be able to open, but the switch was not on his side. He had to hammer the wall next to him with his hand and said: "Listen, I never wanted to do anything violent to you.
measure……"
"Do you think I have an obligation to repay you in kind?"
Nick was choked and couldn't say a word. He listened to the closer and closer knocks on the door, so he lowered his tone and said: "Okay, it is true that we need your help, especially I need your help now."
,Ler me get through."
"How are you going to repay me?"
Nick's eyeballs were twitching rapidly, which showed that he was thinking at high speed. He knew that the so-called help him avoid being hunted by the Gestapo could not be fooled. The other party had these idiots in their hands and could even make them
They hit wherever they pointed, and pursuit was a ridiculous word to him.
"What do you want?" Nick had to ask.
"I need enough medicines, especially blood coagulation drugs, and I need a medical instruction manual for delivering babies to pregnant women."
"Is someone about to give birth?" Nick asked instinctively, but he knew he shouldn't ask so many questions, so he had to say: "I only have some anti-inflammatory and sedative medicines, as well as disinfectant and sterilizing potions, but I can't get coagulation medicine.
That thing is too tightly controlled.”
"I think I can find the instruction manual, and maybe I can also find doctors and nurses who can deliver babies to pregnant women, but most of them are far away from here now."
"I just want an instruction manual."
"No problem." Nick agreed immediately and said anxiously: "Let me go quickly, they are coming soon!!"
He knew that he could never be arrested in his current state, because in the last few crazy months, they could do anything, and he did not want to die on the eve of dawn.
There was a click, and something came loose. Nick pushed the wall and found that it could rotate. He pushed the wall and rushed over, but there was nothing on the other side. Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Nick had no choice but to restore the wall and sneak out.
.
When Nick limped back to the house, he saw a wanted notice in Jones' hand. This thing was almost like a piece of waste paper in the past few months, even if you went out and looked at places you shouldn't.
With just one glance, you might be wanted, and Nick was already used to it.
But Jones seemed to be looking at it very seriously. Nick looked at the wanted poster in the middle of changing the dressing. The strange thing was that there was no photo on the wanted poster, and the part of the profile picture was completely black, which meant that they were looking for a mysterious person.
That means they found something bad that they don't know who did it.
Looking down, sure enough, there is a photo of a church, which is the church where three corpses appeared. The description below reads - "A terrifying church killer betrayed his great country and committed horrific murders. He must...
will be brought to justice."
The wording contained some contrasts in German that Nick could not quite understand, but the slogans written by the Gestapo were all like this. They looked menacing and inflammatory, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, you would find it very ridiculous.
If they had really been able to bring the murderer to justice, they wouldn't have issued this warrant. Everyone knew they had the Preventive Arrest Act. In their heyday, they could have even arrested everyone in the church area and sent them to concentration camps.
, just because they may be the murderer or saw the murderer but did not report it.
But now they can only issue this ridiculous wanted notice. Nick thought that they provided Schiller with an excellent opportunity. He only needed to report himself anonymously, and the Gestapo would swarm him if he showed up in a certain church, just like
Like this today.
Because the weaker they are, the more they have to prove that they are still as strong as ever. Under this kind of pressure, no one has time to think about whether someone is going to take advantage of them, they can just rush in proudly.
Before the tiger hunts, it tries to hide itself as much as possible, but the dog must bark a few times.
Nick lamented in his heart for their IQ, but at the same time he lamented for his own future. This guy is really difficult to deal with, why should it be him?
But Nick was not going to give up. He still had a clue in his hand. Schiller asked him for a manual for pregnant women to give birth, which meant that he might know a pregnant woman who was about to give birth.
Although Schiller is a surgeon, delivering babies is highly professional. Judging the status of the fetus and pregnant woman is not within the scope of expertise of a cardiac surgeon. But he is a doctor after all. If there is this instruction manual, the situation will be different.
It will be much better.
Thinking back to the residence where Schiller went before, it is very likely that the person about to give birth is Mrs. Eisenhardt. Although I don’t know what relationship Schiller has with the Eisenhardt family, this may be his weakness.
The fireplace was warm, and a red-haired woman with gentle eyebrows was leaning on a lounge chair with a big belly, knitting a sweater by the firelight of the fireplace, while two men sat opposite the coffee table, moving the chess pieces in their hands.
The person holding the black man was Schiller, and the other man's eyebrows looked particularly cold under the flickering light of the fireplace. He was clearly the young Magneto.