"Sir, this is a manuscript to be published in the Bernier Evening News and Basel News tomorrow. Please read it!"

When Alex, a full-time liaison officer of the Imperial Intelligence Department in Switzerland, sent the documents, Lynn sat facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying Bernier's dusk with thoughts.*.**/*In this world, there are many beautiful places, full of humanistic atmosphere, perfectly integrated with nature, or reflecting the magic of the Creator. With Lynn's own experience, being immersive is more meaningful than sitting in front of even the most advanced TV.

After taking the manuscript from Alex, Lynn glanced at it roughly. From a specific perspective, propaganda is for inspiration. The structure of this news commentary is simple, with clear levels, and the content is as incitement as ever. The criticism of the "New German dictator" is strong and powerful. It is estimated that in the eyes of the "people's politicians" far away from Berlin, it has to vomit several liters of blood.

"Very good, very good!" Lynn looked up at the liaison officer with a submissive look. Two years ago, when Lynn and his group first arrived in Switzerland, the young man worked under Baron Pat. He had been together for a while at that time, but he didn't communicate much with each other and was not very familiar with each other.

"Then let's print it normally?" Alex said in a tone of inquiry.

Lynn nodded gently. Two days ago, news came that the German government used the army to suppress the Baaking Party and the Free League. Although he had expected all this, he had planned to use this opportunity to completely anger the German people, and took the opportunity to "simplify" the Baaking Party, and clean up those who were not real-life or difficult to use in the backbone. Regarding these arrangements, Lynn did not reveal any of them to Stupfer, and he could imagine how anxious and panicked the leader would be at this time. However, Lynn did not feel gloating at all, but was sad about taking such cruel means - sacrificing his own people in exchange for benefits. This was not the skill that the simple and honest Lynn could use.

Time has changed and the world has changed. Lynn comforted himself so much.

As night fell, Lynn put on a gorgeous and neat dress and prepared to attend the dinner party of the upper class of Switzerland as usual, raise relations, talk about transactions, and use such occasions to create subtle ideas in the Swiss high-level circle: the German Baath Party and the Freedom Group are engaged in a brave and just cause, while the current regime in Berlin is an evil force with a dictatorial nature. Its existence only depends on its flattery to the United States and Britain allies, and for this, it will be willing to sell the interests of the country and the nation!

As always, Baron Pat, who has good connections in Switzerland, and Lynn went in the same car... Two years apart, most people have forgotten the handsome, handsome Norwegian rich businessman Knatsky, despite Hugo.

Horst and Mr. Knatsky of that year had surprisingly similar figures, faces, beards, hairstyles and different styles of clothing made them happily re-reach this generous young man.

Considering that the Imperial Intelligence Department has a complete system in Switzerland, Lynn did not have a small and elite guard when he came to Switzerland this time. Given the particularity of the situation, in this German-made Mercedes-Benz sedan, in addition to Lynn, Baron Pat and the driver, there was also a good intelligence officer who acted as a personal bodyguard. The banquet that night was located in a manor in the southern suburbs of Bernier. It was about a fifteen-minute drive from Lynn's hotel. The road was a spacious main road with four square meters.

It was running steadily, and the local Swiss radio program was played on the radio. Lynn confirmed the key guest information with Baron Pat in the first half of the time. The second half of the time, he planned to choose different voice methods for different characters. He was about to reach his destination, and a large truck suddenly jumped out of the fork in the road ahead. This six-wheeled truck made in France was considered a vehicle with a relatively large load capacity in Europe in the 1940s. The mass was also high inertia. Seeing this guy rushing straight towards him, Lynn had a strong intuition at the time: this was a premeditated attack!

As the deputy leader of the Baath Party, Lynn would not have such a big fight even if he had competitors in the party. In the previous confrontation, not only did he not gain any advantage, but he was also stumbled. The angry German president is very likely to be the mastermind of this incident. However, after the war, the German government had neither the funds nor the manpower to rebuild overseas intelligence systems, and it is unlikely that it would directly launch an attack in Switzerland, but they were completely likely to collude with the United States and Britain and use their power.

When the incident happened suddenly, there was no time for Lynn to think and speculate in detail. The driver turned around and tried to avoid the big truck, but the two cars eventually hit hard.

The impact caused by the big truck is so strong that the Mercedes-Benz turned right with speed inertia. At this time, sitting here is not as refreshing and exciting as a roller coaster. Lynn felt dizzy and could not control anything at all, so his inherent thoughts and consciousness were subverted at this moment!

After a short and long ten seconds, the car turned three times and ninety degrees, and stopped rolling in a right-side downward posture. Lynn's ears buzzed and felt that his body was just bumped and not seriously injured, and he could clearly hear the driver complaining about the recklessness of the truck driver. In order to correct this dangerous luck, Lynn observed back and forth while reminding: "Beware, we have been attacked!"

Under the current state, through the rear glass, you can see the truck parked on the side of the road, and the headlights were turned off abnormally. With the faint light, Lin Neng vaguely saw a few black shadows moving towards this side. Looking at their agile posture, they did not look like civilians involved in traffic accidents.

"Quick, the gun is under the seat!" Baron Pat shouted almost at the same time as the driver.

While helping to lift the back seat, Lin Neng listened to the movement outside. With basically no noise, he heard the sound of the bolt being pulled, which further confirmed his guess. Fortunately, a cold touch came from his fingertips. Lin Neng quickly grabbed the "life-saving straw" and pulled it out. It was a standard M submachine gun - an automatic weapon that is easy to operate and abundant in melee combat, which is enough to deal with gangsters and agents' attacks.

Baron Pat quickly took out another submachine gun and several magazines, and handed a magazine to Lynn. At this moment, the sound of gunfire like fried beans came from outside the car. The bullets smashed the rear window glass with crackling sounds, and the two men in the back seat hurriedly dodged sideways.

"Sir Galgo, you and Metz cover you, Gru and I will go out first, listen to my slogan before coming out!"

Worried that the other party could understand German, Baron Pat said in a low voice. At this time, the external situation was unknown, and going out first meant a greater risk, but the location and situation did not allow them to hesitate at all. For several months, Lynn opened the insurance particularly carefully, and waited for the guns to suddenly look up and shot two short shots in the place where there were figures. Baron Pat stepped on the gunshot and pushed open the left door, and climbed out on the seat as if he was climbing out of the hatch of the tank. The gunshots outside sounded again, Lynn gritted his teeth and did not obey the subconscious drive.

Instead, he swept out a few shots one after another. In the blink of an eye, the car body trembled, feeling that Baron Pat had jumped out of the car in a safe direction. Lynn fired a long shot with cover, feeling that there were not many bullets left in the magazine, so he quickly turned his body to find two spare magazines from under the seat, and left one to the belt, and then completed the process of changing magazines with one hand with a somewhat unfamiliar movement. During this period, the driver Maitz shot two pistols out of the front door, and then jumped out of the car with a hard time. The gunshots outside suddenly became much noisy.

After waiting for a moment, the roof of the car was knocked with a fist. Gru, who acted as a bodyguard, said in a tight voice: "Sir, go first! Hurry!"

Hearing m's roaring, Lin Neng climbed up with his hands and feet, and the open door behind could not produce any shielding effect. As soon as his head reached out of the door, he heard bullets flying by. He felt nervous about climbing to the battlefield for the first time. Now is not the time to sigh that his skills are wasted. In the flash, Lin Neng roughly observed the situation outside. The enemy in the direction of the truck was blocked by Baron Pat's submachine gun and squatted or lying to the side of the car more than ten meters away. Due to the poor light, most of the bullets were either hit the bottom of the car or hit high. So he climbed out of the car very decisively and slid down the roof with an awkward roll. The moment he fell to the ground, he felt at ease.

"Cover me!" Baron Pat shouted in a low voice, as if he was about to change the magazine. Before Lin En could aim carefully, he carried out suppressive shooting at the truck and adjusted the muzzle during the shooting. The former sharpshooter was still skilled, and after a few shots, he gradually regained his feel, and the opponent also heard the painful groan of being shot.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous sound rang out on the attacker. Judging from the rising light and the intensity of the explosion, it should be the defensive fragmented grenade he threw out. All the attackers fell to the ground. The last Gru, who stayed in the car, also staggered out. His posture should be an injury on his hand.

Baron Pat, who had changed the magazine, just glanced at Gru, and did not ask more questions, but arranged, "Move to the canal behind him!"

Before, Lin En turned around and swept around. Ten meters behind it was a canal. Whether it was irrigation or sewage, it was at least safer than using a car with fuel in the fuel tank and ammunition under the seat as a barrier. It was really safer to cross the canal and retreat to the woods. The battle has only been going on for two or three minutes. It is difficult to judge who the other party is, whether there are snipers and follow-up combat power on the periphery.


Chapter completed!