The landing of the F200 did not encounter any problems, this was originally a long-range passenger aircraft developed for Lufthansa, and the Luftwaffe was hungry to change her to military, and now except for a few "Condors" who are still on duty in the North Sea, most of them are sent to the modification plant to prepare for retirement from the army, except for some of them are converted into government planes, and the rest will be put into commercial route operation.

This special plane was one of the first four "Condors" to be retired from the Air Force's long-range reconnaissance unit, and the modification was carried out in a rather hasty manner, except that the civilian cabin layout was restored, and the bottom of the cabin still retained slender bombing and machine-gun pods.

The crew is still subordinate to the Air Force, but they usually wear Lufthansa uniforms, and only the crew members know that in a locked spare parts box at the back of the cockpit, there are also four MG15 aviation machine guns and supporting ammunition, which can be immediately restored to the armament of the aircraft if necessary.

Amid the loud and majestic military music, the huge "vulture" slowly slid into the tarmac, and two British ground workers ran over quickly and helped the crew lower the folding gangway at the hatch.

Baron Ryerson stood at the hatch and looked around for a moment, then walked down the gangway with a briefcase.

"You know what, Schultz, I love the air." The baron turned to his friend as he walked down the gangway.

"I don't think so, there's dust everywhere."

"It's a desert, Schultz." The baron responded to his friend's complaints, and then, with a warm smile on his face, strode toward the Englishman who greeted him.

"Welcome to Egypt." Sir Fay stepped forward and greeted Ryerson.

"Hey! Reinhart! Ryerson took off his top hat and gave a salute.

Fay was accustomed to dealing with the Germans in London, and was already familiar with this, but to be honest, the Germans were more inclined to raise their arms now than they were in Hitler's time because of the new Führer, but some to show off his Nazi credentials, and some to simply declare his loyalty to the Führer.

Fay noticed a silver Spanish Cross on the chest of Baron Ryerson's gown, a baron who must have been on the battlefield if he guessed correctly.

"You're Baron Ryerson, I'm Sir Fay." Fay smiled and held out his hand to the German baron.

"I have heard about you in Berlin as early as the time being, and many of my friends have praised you for your friendliness and warmth towards the Third Reich, and it is an honour to meet you here, Sir Fay." Ryerson took Sir Fay's hand hard and shook it up and down a few times.

"Allow me to introduce my assistant, Hank. Mr. Schultz. Ryerson let go of Sir Jr's hand and introduced his friend to Sir British.

"It is an honour to meet you, Sir Fay." Schultz shook Fay's hand.

"Allow me also to introduce, Baron, Mr. Schulz, the commander of the British garrison in Cairo. Colonel Hunt, he will be personally responsible for your security while you are in Egypt in the days to come. Fay gave way to Colonel Hunt behind him.

"Fortunately, Colonel Hunt."

"Fortunately, Mr. Baron." So the two sides were polite for a while.

"It's been a good journey, Baron." After the entertainment, Sir Fay led the German guests towards the waiting convoy, which was still a long way from the center of Cairo.

"It went well, we had bad weather during our stay in Libya, but our crew members were very experienced, so we didn't have much delay." Ryerson replied.

"That's really—" Fay was about to praise the German guest when his words were suddenly interrupted by the sight before him.

I saw five shiny black limousines, speeding along the taxiway on the side of the runway, the wheels running over the gravel runway, kicking up billowing sand behind them, and the most eye-catching thing was the flags hanging on both sides of the front of the car, and the white pennant was impressively marked by two black lightning bolts (the symbol used by the SS is the Sig lightning symbol in two Nordic runes, meaning victory). ）。

"SS? How did they come here? Fay looked at Colonel Henry with some confusion, and the other man shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know.

"Are they here to greet you? Baron. Fay turned to look at Ryerson.

"I'm afraid not, Sir Fay, the man they're going to greet is still on the plane." Ryerson replied with a smile.

"Anyone else on the plane? I thought it was just the two of you. Fay was a little surprised, and couldn't understand what the Germans were playing.

"It's just a couple of SS officers, they got on a plane in Libya, they have nothing to do with my mission, they just stopped by Egypt." Ryerson looked at the plane.

It seems that the passengers on the plane also spotted the speeding convoy, and one after another, SS officers and soldiers in black uniforms carried their luggage and walked quickly off the plane.

These German SS troops, who suddenly appeared on the tarmac, successfully attracted the attention of the British troops present, and thanks to the British media, this unit has become famous in the minds of the British, and is often used by British parents to scare the little pot friends who refuse to eat and sleep properly.

To be honest, the British did not denigrate the SS very much, and the history of this unit was indeed stained with the blood of innocent people, and it was not only the Jews of the German occupation areas who were oppressed and killed by them, but also a large number of German compatriots who were dissatisfied with Nazi rule, and these people could not hesitate to abandon their humanity and conscience for the sake of their Führer and faith. (Himmler: The SS is always loyal, never betrayal, and there is no little secret.) Xu Jun: I wonder if I change their uniforms to dark green, they will become more loyal... (￣▽￣“)。 ）

"That man... The SS officer, the one with the silver trim on his chest, I think I've seen him before. Sir Fay spotted a familiar face in a group of SS officers at a glance.

"Why is he here, does the German Führer have any new plans?" Fay secretly speculated in his mind.

Sir Fay had met Randolph at Buckingham Palace in London, and Fay clearly remembered that the young SS lieutenant colonel followed behind the German Führer, but Fay stood in the crowd of parliamentarians on both sides and had no chance to communicate with the Führer's aide-de-camp.

"Do you know the lieutenant colonel?"

"Ah, I don't know, I've only seen it in London." Fay wasn't going to talk about it anymore, he just wanted to report the discovery to his most reliable friends as soon as possible.

"The SS has an office in Cairo." Colonel Hunt was speechless.

"They and I are not in the same system, although they are both appointed by the Führer." Baron Ryerson loosened the collar of his shirt with his fingers.

"Want to stop over and say hi? Sir Fay. The baron smiled and looked at Fay.

"Forget it today, it doesn't seem like they like to be in contact with strangers. We'll take you to the hotel first, Willister has prepared the best room in all of Cairo, and I promise you won't find anything better. Who is Willis, you want to ask? Hahaha, I'll introduce you to the place, that's a powerful man, I don't think there's anything he can't do in Cairo. Sir Fay snorted and continued to guide the Baron towards the vehicle.

"Sir—" At that moment, Whitewood walked over quickly and stopped in front of the group.

"What's the matter, Major." Colonel Hunter asked with a frown.

"This is Major Whitewood of the Royal Air Force, deputy commander of the base in West Cairo." Fay introduced Ryerson to him.

"Sir, that Swift Dragon is the plane that landed in front, the pilot on it is a Luftwaffe officer, and there is also a German Army officer and two French civilians among the passengers of the plane, I don't know what to do with them, whether to detain them or let them go."

"Can't you just report it at a convenient time? Major Whitewood! Hunter scolded dissatisfiedly.

"The two German officers were very emotional right now, and they demanded that they be let go immediately, but we haven't figured out the problem with the plane yet," Whitewood said helplessly.

If he were to be replaced by a British or other European pilot, he would be able to detain the person without saying a word, and then deal with it according to the results after the investigation. But now he met two German officers, Whitewood could not deal with it in this way, although he had absolute law enforcement power in the British base, but with the current relationship between Britain and Germany, he had to consult a superior who could make up his mind.

"What's going on? Can you tell me about it? Major Whitewood. At this time, the German envoy interjected, and for some reason, he suddenly became interested in the two German compatriots.

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