German Red Prince

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"No, no more."

"Thump!" Another shot was fired, but it still didn't go off.

"Think again, think about whether you've missed anything. Remember, luck doesn't always last."

"I'll talk! I'll talk! We were the ones who plotted to murder Prince Andreas!"

Before Heydrich could even turn his head, Landes began to ramble on and on.

"It was us who went to assassinate Prince Andreas! I don't know who the mastermind was! Really, that's all I know! Please spare me! I beg you!"

As he watched Heydrich raise his gun, Landes began to convulse again, trembling uncontrollably.

"Thump!" Another shot was fired, but it still didn't go off.

Landes fainted, and his pants were soaked; he had wet himself!

Heydrich frowned. He hadn't had enough guts to be a terrorist yet; he wasn't done playing around with it.

"I hate unhygienic people."

After saying that, Heydrich fired another shot at Landes, but it still didn't go off.

“It’s your turn, Mr. Hammond.” He smiled politely at Hammond, giving Hammond the feeling that he was giving a funeral.

"You damn Randers!"

There's only one bullet left. What's the point of gambling now? If he doesn't reveal something, he'll just die here. He doesn't want to suffer this torture anymore.

"All I know is that the main person in charge is in Darmstadt, and he seems to be an official. That's all I know, really, that's all I know. Please let me go," Hammond pleaded incessantly with Heydrich.

Heydrich glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, then got up, opened the door, and went out.

"Is the gun out of bullets?"

As soon as Heydrich came out, Thomas, who had been observing from outside, spoke to him.

"Of course, don't you think this is interesting?"

Heydrich thoroughly enjoyed these interrogations, watching a group of people panic over a threat that didn't even exist, and he relished watching these people become hysterical from unknown fears.

Hammond's eyes were blinded by the bright light, and he could only hear the sound of bullets being loaded. In fact, Heydrich later unloaded the bullets.

“You can cover their faces with wet towels and keep pouring water on them, and they’ll all talk in less than an hour,” Thomas said.

"I've learned something, I'll try it next time." Heydrich pouted mischievously. (Imagine the scene yourself, I won't describe it.)

Thomas was different from him. Thomas only cared about efficiency. He wasn't actually interested in torturing prisoners; he just wanted to get what he wanted quickly.

Unlike him, Heydrich enjoyed the interrogation process and the torture, which brought him pleasure.

"We've extracted all the intelligence. Let's report it to Prince Thorne. We can also announce it to the public: we've apprehended a group of arms smugglers."

Thomas glanced at Hammond, who was strapped to the chair and looked somewhat dazed, then turned and left.

They left the cell deep inside the building.

You'll never know how terrifying it is until you venture into the deepest part of the building.

Welcome to Gulag Hotel.

Chapter 45 Snow Beer

"Eva? What brings you here today?"

Adolf, who was organizing the account books in the room, was puzzled when he saw Eva walk in from outside.

"Why didn't you go to class? Did you skip class?"

Adolf's tone was somewhat displeased, after all, his feelings for Eva were like a father's for his daughter, so he usually paid quite a bit of attention to Eva's situation.

"It seems our Mr. Adolf is still too busy; he didn't even know I was on vacation," Eva complained to Adolf, feigning anger.

"Oh? I'm sorry, Eva, I was just too busy." Adolf closed the ledger and rubbed his slightly sore head.

Although Adolf in this world is different from that in that time and space, his demands on himself are still extremely abnormal.

He insists on personally checking the accounts, and there can't be any mistakes; you could say he has a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In this state, he worked for long hours, so his health is not very good now, and recently his head has started to hurt again.

"Why aren't you going home for the holidays? Why are you still staying in Berlin? Aren't you going back to spend time with your parents?"

"parents?"

Hearing Adolf's words, Eva smiled self-deprecatingly. Her mother had died when she was very young, and her father was very controlling.

Despite her seemingly lively personality, Eva is actually very lonely inside. She longs for love and care from her elders.

Eva felt no warmth in that family; it was cold and hopeless, like living in a prison.

Her strong-willed nature led her to resolutely leave the family that had utterly disappointed her. This is also why she traveled alone from Munich to Berlin to study; she wanted to escape that so-called "home."

Adolf's appearance brought her a sense of warmth and love from an elder. From him, Eva experienced true "fatherly love."

Adolf, who was much older than her, usually cared for Eva very much, taking her feelings into consideration in terms of food, clothing, shelter and transportation. For example, when Eva told him that she was bored at home alone, Adolf sent her a record player and many magazines.

Small details in daily life have further enhanced Aiwa's understanding in this area.

Having lacked paternal love for a long time during her childhood, Eva has a cheerful and lively personality. However, several setbacks in her romantic relationships have gradually made her feel averse to young men, believing that only older men are stable and can provide her with a sense of security.

During her time in Berlin, she developed a strong dependence on Adolf, believing that only he could protect her, which is why her feelings for Adolf became somewhat distorted.

Seeing Eva's expression, Adolf shook his head, and he probably understood.

"A child who lacks love," he sighed softly.

"Mr. Adolf, come for a walk with me."

Eva reached out and pressed down on the ledger that Adolf was about to open, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"Alright alright."

Although Adolf was somewhat helpless, considering that he hadn't been in good condition lately and hadn't gone out much these past few days, he figured it was time to get some fresh air. Otherwise, sitting indoors all day would make him drowsy and prone to making mistakes.

Upon hearing that Adolf had agreed to her request, Eva smiled and ran over, naturally taking his arm.

"Let's go, let's go! Berlin really has so many fun places to visit!"

She pulled Adolf outside, just as Goebbels returned. He had just finished handling a dispute case at a steel mill and spent some time at the police station, and now looked somewhat tired.

“Mr. Goebbels, Mr. Adolf, I need to borrow this afternoon. I’ll leave the shop to you.”

Before Goebbels could react, Eva had already pulled Adolf away and disappeared.

"This girl."

Goebbels shook his head helplessly. Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. A man as intelligent as Goebbels could see it all perfectly well.

“Alright, then consider this my contribution to them.” Goebbels accepted his fate and went to look after the shop.

…… ……

"Snapped!"

The old man with a long beard pulled out a huge glass from under the counter. He looked at the rather shabby beer bottle on the counter with some disdain, held it up to the light, and then looked at the two young men standing in front of him, feeling uneasy.

He is one of the top wine tasters in all of Berlin. He started his wine tasting career at the age of twenty and has tasted at least a thousand different wines.

He was extremely demanding in his evaluation of wines. Of the thousands of wines he tasted, only a few earned his approval, and without exception, all of these wines became bestsellers.

As long as you can get a few words of praise from him, your future is guaranteed.

Abbott looked at the bottle of wine on the table, which looked like it had just been pulled from some corner and whose age was unknown, and looked at the two young men in front of him with some curiosity.

He has tasted countless wines, and the connoisseurs who come to him for tasting always decorate the bottles very luxuriously. What's going on with these two?

He picked up the bottle and examined it closely. The wine was clear and bright, without any suspended matter or other sediment.

After conducting preliminary observations, Abbott took a screwdriver, opened the bottle cap, and listened to the sound of the beer.

The moment the bottle cap was opened, it made a "hissing" sound, accompanied by a wisp of "blue smoke".

"It seems the pressure inside the bottle is normal, and the carbon dioxide content is acceptable; at least there's enough gas."

He poured all the beer into the huge glass, leaving the bottle opening 3-5 centimeters from the rim, and observed the beer foam.

High-quality beer, when poured into a clean glass, will immediately produce foam. The best beer foam is white, fine, long-lasting, and adheres to the glass. Good beer foam will fill one-half to one-third of the glass and last for more than three minutes.

"The foam is fine, the color is pure, it stays on the side of the bottle for a long time, and the quality is good."

Abbott nodded; they had passed the first hurdle.

"The aroma is also very authentic, with the fresh scent of malt and hops. It seems that nothing strange has been added." Abbott sniffed it with his rosacea nose and found nothing wrong with it.

Previously, some people had tried to trick him by adding spices to the wine, but he saw through their schemes and chased them away. Abbott hated these people who tried to cheat him; how could they dare to falsify something so sacred?

It's refreshing and smooth, with a unique mellow aroma. The texture is also very delicate, with a slightly bitter taste.

After just one sip, Abbott was completely captivated by the taste. The perfect balance of bitterness cleansed his palate, stimulated his appetite, quenched his thirst, and provided excellent benefits. In all the time he had been tasting beer, he had never tasted such a good beer.

"Hahaha, good! Good wine!"

Abbott downed the drink in his glass in one gulp. "Not enough! More, is there any more? More, more!"

Seeing the expression on the face of this wine connoisseur, Ribbentrop's anxiety finally subsided. He spent a long time working on the "How to Get Rich" book given to him by Himmler before finally managing to make a few bottles.

Only after Himmler's earnest persuasion and pleas of confidence did he dare to come and have the deity appraise him.

It seems his worries were unnecessary, because when Abbott tasted wine before, no matter how good the quality was, he would never drink a second glass.

When Ribbentrop heard that Abbott wanted more, he quickly lifted the box on the ground, which contained twenty bottles of mixed beer.

"This is truly excellent beer! I've never tasted such good beer in all my years! I'll never drink any other beer again. This beer has given me a spiritual uplift! What's the name of this beer? I'd better remember it so I don't lose it later!"

Ribbentrop hadn't expected it to pass, so he didn't give the wine a name.

The light snowfall had just stopped, and as he looked out the window at the silvery-white streets, an idea suddenly struck him.

"Snowflake Beer, sir, this beer is called Snowflake Beer!"

"Great! Snowflake Beer! What a great name!"

Having gained the approval of this Berlin wine connoisseur, Ribbentrop no longer needs to worry about his brewery; orders will be pouring in from now on.

Abbott's opinion is the benchmark for Berlin wine merchants. He doesn't need to worry about noblemen ostracizing him. In the eyes of capital, there is no such thing as nobility; they only care about profit.

"Cheers! Congratulations!" Himmler raised his glass in celebration.

"Cheers, to Snowflakes," Ribbentrop also raised his glass.

Snowflakes, bravely venturing to the ends of the earth!

"Look at me, am I pretty?!"

Adolf's thoughts were interrupted as he looked at Eva, who was trying on a hat.

Wearing a hat, Eva exudes youthful energy, and a sweet smile graces her face.

"Sir, your daughter's style matches this hat very well, don't you think?"

Upon hearing what the shop assistant said, Adolf was about to say something when Eva suddenly stepped forward and hugged his arm.

“Of course, look who her daughter is.” She looked at Adolf with a sly look, as if she were provoking him.

"Oh well, never mind," Adolf said, somewhat helplessly.

"How much is it? Wrap it up."

On the way back, Eva still clung to Adolf's arm.

"Mr. Adolf, were you angry just now?" Eva asked, not looking at Adolf, but staring into the distance.

"What? Why am I angry? Why am I angry?" Adolf was puzzled. Why was he angry?

"Aren't you angry when I just said I was your daughter?"

"Why would I be angry? I really do treat you like a daughter."

Adolf is still unmarried and has no children, which is why he treats Eva, who is close to him, like a child.

“Mr. Adolf, I love you,” Eva said softly to Adolf as she released his hand.

"Yes, that's good. I love you too, and I love you, baby."

At this moment, Adolf had no idea what was happening, and given his typical straight-male mindset, he probably wouldn't have been able to react anyway.