Chapter 318: The King’s Return

The Six of Hearts jumped out of the car and, with a pistol in each hand, fired a volley at the pursuers. “Crack! Crack!” Unfortunately, his pistols didn’t have many bullets, and after less than ten seconds, he had used up all the stock in his magazines.

But the German special forces were all uniformly armed with MP-44 assault rifles, and each rifle had a solid 32 rounds. So they quickly regained the advantage and began to lay down fierce suppressive fire on the Six of Hearts.

At the beginning, the Six of Hearts was still dodging left and right, but later he really couldn’t avoid the dense firepower. He took a shot in the leg and had no choice but to lean against a corner and find a piece of terrain that could cover him. But as soon as he stopped, it gave the sniper in the shadows an opportunity to play his part.

“You must be tired after hiding for so long,” the sniper said, holding a G43 rifle with a scope, and squeezed the trigger with a cold smile. With a “crack!“, the muzzle of the G43 spat a tongue of flame. A bullet flew from the muzzle, drew a beautiful straight line in the sky, and pierced the chest of the Six of Hearts.

The Six of Hearts was changing the magazine on his pistol when he was suddenly shot in the chest. He looked up toward the distant rooftop and only then did he discover that two snipers were already in ambush there. His tall body swayed, and he fell onto his back on the ground.

“Ghost, Paul, I’ve done my best… These Germans are much more formidable than the opponents we’ve trained against… but I still held them off. You must be safe now…” the Six of Hearts murmured softly, looking up at the somewhat grey sky, his mouth bubbling with blood.

But just as he was about to close his eyes with pride and satisfaction, a black shadow with the roar of an engine whistled past in the sky, followed by a second, a third. These Crusader helicopters of the German special forces were carrying soldiers and charging straight toward their target, without the slightest delay. And after a few helicopters had flown past, one hovered directly above the Six of Hearts, as if monitoring his position from the sky.

“A fly…ing machine?” A final thought flashed through the Six of Hearts’ mind. He didn’t understand why the aircraft had no wings. He didn’t understand why it could stop in mid-air. But he was already beginning to lose his body heat, and he no longer needed to think about these strange questions. But his eyes, which were about to close, no longer had the strength to do so. They just stared blankly at the aircraft above, lifeless.

On the road, Paul was driving the car at high speed. Blood had already soaked half his clothes. When they had charged past those special forces soldiers just now, the driver’s side, which had been hit by concentrated fire, had clearly taken the most bullets. Paul had been hit in the thigh and arm, and one bullet had hit his side, in the ribs. The bullet might have hit an organ, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

“Ghost! I’m not going to make it!” Paul said with difficulty, his forehead covered in sweat. “I never thought the German Führer’s guard would be so formidable. I probably won’t be able to make it back to Britain.”

Ghost, while arranging the pistol in his hand, said without looking up, “Don’t talk nonsense. Save your strength for escaping in a bit. As long as we shake off the pursuers, we can hide at the secret contact point, and then the Germans won’t be able to find us!”

“Have you ever seen anyone survive after being shot three times?” Paul forced a smile and, while steadying the car, said, “You can’t escape with me. Even if we are lucky enough to escape, the other side can track us by the bloodstains. So you should just run on your own. I’ll drive the car and lead them away!”

“Screech!” Paul slammed on the brakes, drew the pistol from his coat with his still-functioning right hand, placed it in a handy position, and then looked at Ghost. “I was originally just a thief. To be able to serve my country is my honor! Please tell those who come to pay their respects to me that I would rather be a special agent than a thief…”

Ghost frowned, then pursed his lips and nodded. He pushed open the car door, jumped out, and ran toward a small alley on the side. Paul shook his head to keep himself awake, then started the car and continued to drive forward.

Blood had stained his trousers, and his consciousness was a little blurry, but Paul still mechanically operated the car, desperately charging forward. And at this time, the German helicopters had already caught up. The roar of their engines echoed through the streets and alleys. The German soldiers had already aimed the machine guns on the aircraft at Paul’s car. They were just waiting for the order from above to pull the trigger and open fire.

And in front of the Führer’s Residence, Akado was looking with a frosty expression at the Junker aristocrat officer who was being held down on the ground. The few wounds on his face looked so狰狞, and his face, which was even paler from fright, carried a suffocating coldness.

“Speak. Tell me everything you know. At least you’ll have company on the road to hell,” Akado said, standing in the wind with his greatcoat on. He was not hysterical or furious. He just spoke calmly, but it made the people around him involuntarily wrap their coats tighter.

This was a kind of pressure that could only be formed by someone who had been in a high position for a long time. It was an aura that could only be cultivated by someone who held the world in his palm. It was an anger that could only be filled by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. At this very moment, Akado had finally transformed, from a transmigrator to a throne, becoming a peak emperor who commanded the winds and clouds.

“It was… it was the British! They are British spies! They forced me to do it! They forced me to do it!” the Junker aristocrat officer roared as he struggled on the ground. “Let me go! I beg you, let me go! I was forced! I was framed! I was framed!”

“Your family I will personally order to be erased. There will be no more record of you or your family in the world. Your son, your elders, your ancestors will all become dust that never existed in history,” a demonic smile appeared on Akado’s face. At this moment, he was no longer a gift from God, but the incarnation of the devil.

His eyes, which were bloodshot from the congestion, stared at the trembling Junker aristocrat officer, and he tempted him in a chilling tone, “Tell me who is behind you, and I will avenge your entire family for you… Speak…”

“It was Wilhelm! My family has a deal with the Crown Prince! There are many of them! I’ve told you everything I know! I beg you, spare my son! Please spare my son!” the Junker aristocrat officer pleaded, weeping.

“I die, the German Emperor gets his throne back, and you get your power back. A very good deal,” Akado said with a nod and a smile. “I’m in a good mood now, and you have been very cooperative. So you can die now, without being tortured.”

As he spoke, he took out his own sidearm, which he hadn’t used in a long time, and pulled the trigger on the Junker aristocrat officer on the ground. “Crack! Crack! Crack!” After emptying the magazine in one go, Akado threw the pistol to Gascoigne beside him, and then, as he turned and walked into the Führer’s Residence, he said, “Have Fanny come to my office!”

He paused, and then continued his command. “Don’t leave any of the British spies alive! I know who should be killed and who can be kept! Since I won’t keep those who deserve to die, and I won’t touch those who shouldn’t, then the confessions of these British spies are not that important.”

“As you command, my Führer! Long live Akado Rudolph!” Gascoigne seemed to see an endless darkness in Akado’s retreating figure, which made his eyes brighten even more. The Führer, who had once been wise but lacked ruthlessness, had at this moment finally become flawless, the god he had always longed for in his heart.

He extended his right hand and, with the most standard posture, stood at attention and gave a German salute, shouting the command from his heart.

“In addition,” Akado said softly as he walked forward without turning his head. “Why did the decadent royal family fall? Because they were already decadent and had declined. So this royal family, which has been forgotten by the times, is not worthy of loyalty, and not at all worthy of respect. Go, wipe them out. Let them know that the interests of Great Germany are not their toy!”

“Yes, my Führer!” Gascoigne replied with a smile. “Long live Akado Rudolph!”

At the end of the street, more than a dozen elite soldiers of the 0th SS Division slid down ropes from the helicopters. They held their submachine guns and cautiously approached the car that had crashed into the wall of a building on the side of the street.

The wreckage of the car was emitting a light smoke, and on the roof were still two rows of bullet holes from the helicopter’s machine gun strafing. The soldiers approached bit by bit and finally saw the situation inside the car.

Paul was leaning against the steering wheel, his blood seemingly all drained. He had a smile on his face as he lay there, his hand still clutching the pistol he had prepared to return fire with. But in the process of the German soldiers approaching the car, he had already died from excessive blood loss.

At the end of another alley, Ghost smiled and pressed a pistol to his own temple. And opposite him were a full thirty or so German soldiers with assault rifles. They were wearing black tactical vests, with exquisite P-38 pistols at their waists. Their steel helmets were painted black, with the German words “Internal Guard” written in white. At a glance, one knew that this was a well-trained elite unit.

Behind these men, a soldier with a radio communication device on his back handed the handset to the commander beside him. The commander took the handset, nodded, and immediately replied, “As you command! Can be killed on the spot.”

“Crack!” Ghost pulled the trigger first, blowing his own head apart. The team that had come to assassinate Akado was, at this moment, completely wiped out.

And on the other side, Akado had already put his lips to the microphone and had begun his nationwide address. He leaned by the microphone, silent for a long time. And the entire German people, who were waiting by their radios, were anxiously waiting for the voice of their most revered Führer.

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