Perhaps the British literati were not as explicit as the ancient Chinese described, but there is also a famous slang in English that a lion can beat a hunting dog after training, which actually contains the same truth.

The moral code of the Western world has always been about the strong eating the weak, and it is a matter of course that a tool that has lost its use value is discarded, not to mention that this tool may hurt its owner. Until the 21st century, the British will still execute the old and weak racehorses, the name is out of humanitarian considerations, in fact, everyone knows the real reason why those horses are sent to the slaughterhouse, just because they can no longer obtain benefits for their owners, at this time the high cost of raising has become a burden, they are not a pet from the beginning but an investment, a living profit tool, so to say that British gentlemen like horses, is completely boasting and pure nonsense.

The English Liberation Army had fulfilled its historic mission, and the life span of this organization was only seven days, and although it may sound ridiculous, these men did play a significant role in gathering together all the unrest in the city of London, and convincing them that they were carrying out a sacred revolution, and convincing them that the Germans would be on their side. I have to say that the methods of those veteran British politicians are extraordinary, which has opened the eyes of those Germans who are full of centralized ideas, and it turns out that they can still play in this way for their own people.

From the moment the King of England announced the surrender of the whole country, the organization had been transformed from a useful tool to a hot potato for the PLA, who were sociopaths and anarchists, as well as proletarians and unemployed hooligans, who knew that the promises they had made were all lies, and one could imagine how much damage they would do to society if they lost control of their anger.

Not to mention that they wanted to overthrow the constitutional monarchy, the foundation of the British state. The mere fact that they want to carve up the private property of the so-called greedy capitalists is unlikely to be fulfilled. It sounds ridiculous, but it is precisely the people they want to bring down behind the scenes, and no one is going to launch a revolution to overthrow their own class, so from the very beginning the organization has already been determined its tragic end.

"We've found the leader, and his companion just handed him in." Pete Jr. Lauty placed a cloth bag at Sergeant Wolff's feet.

The German sergeant was filling out the day's ammunition supply slip when he looked down at the bag and saw that blood was still oozing from one side. Handing the clipboard to his companion next to him, Wolf crouched down and untied the tether of the bag, and when he opened the mouth of the bag, he looked inside.

"Are you sure it's him?" Sergeant Wolf reached out and lifted a human head from the bag, and he turned the face of the head to Lauti's side.

"Indeed, he is. Ed Wood, whom his friends call Eddell. ”

"What do you mean by being a slacker?" Wolf turned the face of his head to himself, the deceased's pale face was slightly distorted, his eyes were slightly half-opened, and his mouth was open, revealing some charred teeth on his jaw.

"It looks like he's dying in pain."

"Kuaishou Disley did it, he cut off this guy's head alive, I didn't expect that pickpocket to be so tough."

"Give the thief a bounty and tell him to get out of here. Before I change my mind and blow his head out. Wolf put the head back in the cloth pocket, fastened the bag, and handed it to little Pete. Lauti.

"Take this to the photo archive first, remember to go back and find his body, and find a place to bury it with his head." Wolf pulled out his handkerchief. He wiped his bloodstained hands.

"Yes, Sergeant, I'll take care of everything." Little Pete bowed slightly to Wolfe and turned to his accomplice with his pockets in his hand.

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"This is the forty-fifth. Forty-sixth, well, I guess I'll have to count again. Sir Fay sat on the sofa. Counting the envelopes that lay on the coffee table.

"It's okay, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the numbers, you can take your time counting these things, Sir." Ian sat across from Sir Fay, a cup of Darjeeling black tea in his hand.

"It's not that I don't believe you, Bruce, my friend, it's just that you should know how many people are involved, many of them are big people I dare not offend, and I must not leave any of them out."

"It's all bonds issued by the Third Reich, and now it's absolute hard currency on the outside, which is enough to show the sincerity of the Third Reich. And it's just the first deal, and I promise that in the future they will get even more, shares, bonds, cash, commercial concessions, and Germany will never skimp on its own partners. Ian put down his teacup and pointed his finger at the envelope on the table.

"Of course I believe what you say, Bruce, I really didn't expect you to have another identity, you are such an amazing man. My friend, for the sake of the friendship we have made before, I will need your attention in the future. Sir Fay put the envelope on the table into his briefcase and placed it on the sofa.

"No problem, Sir, haven't we always worked well together? I have recommended you to my superiors, and as one of our first-class agents in the UK, you only need to use the connections you have at hand to broker our operations in the UK, and you can reap a good reward from us, and it will be a win-win situation for us, and it will be good for everyone to take what they need. Ian dusted off the non-existent dust from the cuffs of his uniform.

"Of course, you're right, Major Ian, we've been working well together, so, you know...... I don't know what to say, about the last business. ”

"Your money has been transferred to your account in a Swiss bank, and if you want to continue these businesses, I will arrange for a special officer in charge of this matter to discuss with you. Rest assured, sir, we have made so many transactions before, all with detailed records and accounts, do you think the Third Reich could trust a foreigner so easily? So sir, I congratulate you. You have gained our full trust, so you don't have to worry about anything else, the Third Reich will take care of everything for you. Ian sat up straight, the Iron Cross shining under his chest pocket.

"I see, Bruce, I won't fail to live up to the trust you have placed in me, like you said before, it's good for both of us." Sir Fay replied solemnly.

"I'm looking forward to your performance, Sir. If nothing else, I'm sorry I'm leaving. My fiancée was still waiting for me in the hotel restaurant. Ian picked up his military hat from the coffee table and stood up.

"Ah, Miss Christine is such a rare beauty, and she really can't wait too long."

"By the way, sir, by the way, I will say hello to General Geertz, the first payment has been credited to his account, please check it when he has time. Also, if possible. Invite him to come to London, and discuss with him in person some matters that concern his vital interests. Ian put on his military hat and bent down to pick up the briefcase that was placed next to the couch.

"I'll tell him, Major."

"That's good. Goodbye, sir. ”

"Goodbye, Bruce."

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"How's the New York stock market going today?" As soon as Lord Claude entered the room, he asked aloud.

"As we expected, the King's edict had a big impact on the U.S. stock market. The Yankees are afraid that they won't be able to recoup their investments in Britain. Dr. Severe sat cross-legged in the armchair by the window, enjoying his first cup of tea of the afternoon.

"They're still watching our overseas investments, and it's said that Canadians are getting involved. They wanted to take over the assets of the British Empire in North America. Scott left the newspaper in his hand on the bridge table, with a glass of brandy on the ice in front of him.

"What could be more profitable than this, to take over the legacy of a dead master. These Canadians are really dazed, they still think the British Empire is finished, but they don't know that they are actually provoking the Germans, if only we reveal a little bit of information to make the Germans think that it should be their money......" said Sir Harrison, touching the stubble on his chin, sitting in a rocking chair with a detective novel on his lap.

"The Germans will pinch out the eggs of the Canadians." Lord Claude smiled and dragged a chair across from Scott.

"Would you like a drink?" Scott pulled out a shallow glass from the barware tray beside him.

"Put more ice cubes, it's really hot outside." Lord Claude picked up the newspaper Scott had just thrown down and read it.

"Do you think the Germans will agree to the package proposed by the London Association of Banks this time?" Sir Harrison put the novel together and walked over to the bookshelf to put it away.

"The value of the pound can remain stable for now, but if it continues like this, no one can say what will happen in the end." Dr. Sievere said, holding the tea.

"I talked to some of the heads of the consortiums, and they were all willing to pay some more price and find a way to feed the Germans. As long as the German government has the endorsement and credit guarantee, then everything will be back on track. Kingsley. Wood is trying to broker financial cooperation between Germany and the UK, but I'm worried about whether we'll be able to impress the greedy German bankers and conglomerates. Mr. Scott pushed a glass of brandy to Claude.

"They don't just look at Britain itself, after the war we will be dealing with a new unified European market, and if we can work with the Germans, we will gain more than you can ever dream of. All of Europe is now prostrate at the feet of the Germans, and that blonde is building the Roman Empire for the new century. And a German friend of mine told me that von. Stadler had intentions to expand into Southeast Asia, and he seemed to be trying to reopen trade channels in Asia. Sir Harrison walked over to the table and banged on the table.

"The Japanese and Americans will stop him, his hand is too far, it is not the territory of the Germans." Dr. Severle refilled himself with a cup of black tea.

"But have you forgotten that most of the European countries have colonies there, France, Portugal, the Netherlands, and our British Empire. What other country now has the guts to stop him from reaching out to the Far East? On the contrary, I heard that the French and Dutch welcomed Germany into the Far East colonial club, because they really felt the destruction of the Asian order by the Japanese. I have long said that these savage Japanese monkeys would be a threat to any Western civilized country, and we should not have helped them develop their naval power at all. It is said that they hate the British very much now, do you know why? It's a joke just because they feel betrayed by us on the issue of the Washington Naval Treaty. Claude took a sip of the cold brandy and put down his glass with a satisfied expression.

For a long time, the insulting word "yellow-skinned monkey" was actually used by Westerners to describe the Japanese, because the Japanese were eager to absorb Western things, and they did not care about any patents and intellectual property rights, and they imitated all the Western products they could buy, from the structure to the appearance, except for the inferior quality, all of them were exactly the same as Western products, so they were contemptuously called by Westerners as a monkey people who could only imitate.

"Now that the Japanese Navy has risen to second in the world, I believe that the biggest concern now should be those Yankees. They would be happy to see a powerful force enter Asia at this time, which would relieve them of some of the pressure. Mr. Scott calmly analyzed.

"It's all just speculation right now, be patient, we just need to prepare early and wait and see. Gentlemen, the first thing we need to do now is to activate all contacts in the Far East, and we must not miss this opportunity, regardless of the plans for the Far East that Germany has developed. Sir Harrison pulled over his chair and sat down at the table.

"I agree."

"Yes."

"I have no opinion."

"Very well, now that everyone is here, let's get started. Mr. Scott, the old rules, it's up to you to shuffle the cards. Sir Harrison took a brand new deck of pokers from a drawer and placed it on the table.

Asking for a monthly pass, asking for a monthly pass, asking for a monthly pass, the author has a cold and is catching a cold, so I ask you for a little support and encouragement. (To be continued.) )