German Red Prince

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Fred hit the target precisely at 800 meters, earning cheers from the crowd.

"Did you see my movements just now? Do exactly what I did. You must stay calm and not be distracted by external factors to accurately focus on the target! Let's begin training!"

"Yes!"

The trainees began shooting at targets, with Fred watching them from behind and providing appropriate guidance.

Torvald is also making rapid progress and has become the best shooter among all the trainees. Fred also gives him a lot of guidance. His best score so far is 10 rings in 600 meters. If he continues to train, he has a good chance of surpassing Fred.

"Captain!" Fred, who was instructing the trainees, suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw August walking towards him with a smile.

"Captain, look at the time." August said with a wicked grin.

"Hmm?" Fred asked, puzzled. "It's three o'clock. What's wrong?"

"Oh dear, it's three o'clock! What are you supposed to be doing?"

Seeing that Fred still looked puzzled, August couldn't help but pat Fred's arm.

"It's already three o'clock, why aren't you going to study with the princess yet!"

"Oh no! I forgot!" Fred slapped his forehead. Oh no, how could he have forgotten about that?

"I'll go right now! You train them."

Fred walked outside without saying goodbye to August.

"Hey, Captain, don't worry, the princess is coming to find you!"

Upon hearing this, Fred felt the world go silent, as if countless eyes were staring at him, and all the trainees were looking at him.

Some of the soldiers in the mobile unit couldn't help but laugh. They were all brothers who hung out together all the time, and they couldn't hold back when they heard August's words, so they all made teasing noises.

Fred couldn't care less about anything else and rushed out. What was going on? Why was she coming back?

Princess Anne was waiting for Fred at the door. When she saw him rushing over, she walked towards him somewhat angrily.

"Fred, you're late, you know that?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was training the team members and forgot." Fred quickly bowed and apologized.

"Alright, considering this is your first time, it won't happen again," Princess Anne said after a moment's thought.

"You can't do that next time. You have to be punctual, understand?" After saying that, she pulled Fred to get into the car.

"Isn't this bad?"

Fred scratched his head. He hadn't even changed his clothes and was filthy. Besides, getting into the princess's car in public was a bit inappropriate, wasn't it? What if someone gossiped? It would have a bad influence on the royal family.

"What's wrong? I'd like to see who dares to gossip." Princess Anne said somewhat forcefully. It was unexpected that the seemingly gentle and quiet Princess Anne had such a fierce side.

"Captain Fred!" Anne was about to help Fred into the car when she heard someone call out to him.

"Greetings, Princess Anne." The Stasi bowed to the princess, then produced a slip of paper. "Captain Fred, this is His Highness Thorne's approval."

Upon hearing that it was Thorne's order, Fred immediately stood at attention, took the note, glanced at it, and then saluted. "Mission accomplished!"

The Stasi returned the greeting, saying, "Please proceed as soon as possible."

“Yes!” Fred replied, then looked at the princess, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, Prince Thorne has a mission and cannot go today.”

Princess Anne looked at Fred with a complicated expression, her thoughts unreadable.

"Take this."

Princess Anne took out a small round stamp and placed it in Fred's hand.

"Be careful," Princess Anne said before getting into her car and leaving.

Fred didn't know what to say at that moment, he just gripped the badge tightly and left.

"report!"

“Come in.” Thomas smiled at Fred. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I wonder how Dudman is doing.”

"I doubt he's thinking about us. He's probably on a date with Hannah right now," Fred said, sitting down and jokingly teasing his brother.

"Let's get down to business."

Thomas handed the documents to Fred and said, "You're going to impersonate this person. Take a look at the information, and then go put on makeup in a bit."

Fred took the documents and began to read them slowly. Dudman didn't disturb him and just waited quietly.

"Alright." After some time, Fred put down the file. "My name is Grote. My favorite food is French cuisine, I like Margaux wine, I love listening to classical music, and my favorite is Schubert's 'Serenade'..."

"As expected of you," Thomas praised. "Go and do your makeup. The Stasi's makeup skills are top-notch."

A professional makeup artist immediately started applying makeup to Fred based on the photo, and surprisingly, it really did look like him.

"Hold out your hands," the makeup artist said. They needed to work on Fred's hands, which were calloused from handling guns every day, a stark contrast to Grote's delicate skin.

"They're quite meticulous," Fred couldn't help but praise, noting how professional these people were.

Fred, now finished with his makeup done, came out. Not bad, there were no flaws. "Take these things with you; they were brought by Prince Thorne."

Thomas handed Fred some of the equipment that Thorne had brought and explained it to him one by one.

“Okay, I understand.” Fred looked at Thomas. “Then I’ll be going.”

"Be careful." Thomas extended his hand.

“Yes, we will.” Fred also reached out and shook hands tightly with Thomas.

"action."

The Gestapo officer, crouching in the corner, gave the orders. Things were settled over there; now it was their turn to act.

The Gestapo officers, having received their orders, quietly followed and patted the man in front of them on the shoulder.

"Who...ah..." The person had just turned around when he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.

"take away."

A car drove up, and the group disappeared down the street.

A bucket of cold water was poured over him, and Grote, who had been unconscious, woke up to find himself stripped down to his underwear.

Grote was chained to a pillar and gagged. He saw four or five burly men staring at him menacingly, and a handsome officer sitting in a chair in front of him, watching him.

"Grot, tell me everything you know," the officer said slowly.

But Groth wasn't as terrified as Heydrich had imagined; on the contrary, he was somewhat excited.

Heydrich stared in shock at Groth, who was now flushed and writhing incessantly. Even more outrageous, Groth's manhood was erect!

"What's going on???"

Heydrich stood up, walked over to Groth, and ripped the cloth out of Groth's mouth. "Speak! What's going on with you!"

Unexpectedly, Heydrich's shout caused Groth to suddenly shudder. Heydrich looked down and saw the tent that had been raised retract, and an indescribable smell spread out.

Meanwhile, the Gestapo officers searching Grote's house also made a discovery. They were surprised to find a hidden room. The Gestapo officers pressed a button, and a door slowly opened. The Gestapo officers who went in to search were all shocked and gaped.

Whips, ropes, blindfolds, handcuffs—what the hell is all this? Is this an interrogation room? And what is this thick stick standing upright on the chair?!

If Thorne were here, he would definitely be able to exclaim in shock, "This guy is a fucking gay man, and a fucking masochist at that!"

"grass!"

Even the usually composed Heydrich couldn't help but swear at this moment, "I never expected this person to be gay! And with masochistic tendencies! No wonder the female agent I sent to chat him up ignored him completely."

Having just been tied up and interrogated, with so many burly men standing in front of him, it was a completely different scene in Grote's eyes, no wonder he was so excited.

Are you there? Why are you rewarding him?

"Report to Minister Thomas immediately, and go tell Captain Fred right away!"

Heydrich slammed his hat on the table. He couldn't believe he'd made such a huge mistake; it was absolutely unforgivable! He couldn't believe he'd actually made a mistake!

"what!"

Thomas was also taken aback when he received the news. "Quickly, send a telegram to the people in Darmstadt! Notify Fred immediately!"

At this moment in Darmstadt, the banquet had just begun. Fred walked into the room, and the waiter outside saw him and hurriedly came to greet him, "Mr. Groth, please come in."

"Ah."

Fred nodded, took the mask handed to him by the waiter, and said that with the mask on, the people inside wouldn't know each other, which would make the game more exciting.

"What's wrong with your voice, sir?" the waiter suddenly asked.

“My throat is sore, I have a cold,” Fred replied.

"Oh, I see. Please take care of yourself, sir." Fred wondered why the waiter seemed to be suppressing a laugh when he said that.

"Never mind, the mission is the priority." Fred pushed open the door and went inside. The room was magnificent and filled with men and women, young and old.

"What would you like, sir?" a waiter asked as he approached.

“A glass of Margaux, and could you change the music to a serenade?” Fred said, coughing slightly. He had to completely mimic Grote’s habits and mannerisms.

"No problem." The waiter handed over a glass of wine and changed the record. Grote was a VIP member, so he had quite a few privileges.

Hello, sir.

A tall woman walked forward, her long legs straight and slender. She wore a simple long dress with a thin veil over it, revealing her slender arms and beautiful collarbones. Although she wore a mask, it was still clear that her face was very beautiful.

She made no attempt at restraint, hooking one arm around Fred's neck and rubbing her chest against him, while her other hand caressed his chest, slowly moving downwards...

Fred swallowed hard, standing there tensely, sniffling incessantly. But this wasn't imitating Grote; he was genuinely nervous. Was it going to be this exciting right from the start?

Is he really going to die here on his first mission? How can he face the princess? Will Thorne kill him if he finds out?

Fred stood there stiffly, gripping his wine glass tightly. Just as the woman was getting aroused and her hand was about to make her move, Fred used force and shattered the glass in his hand.

"Ah~"

The woman shouted and quickly stepped back. At this moment, the entire banquet fell silent. The mayor heard the noise and rushed over. Seeing the scene, he roughly understood what had happened.

Oh no! I wasn't paying attention, and a woman has gotten all over me!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The mayor kept apologizing to Fred, who was a big spender and could not be offended. "I didn't see you and I'm sorry for making you unhappy. Come with me, come with me."

After saying that, he led Fred forward, saying, "You are a VIP member. I'm so sorry I didn't see you earlier. Please come with me."

Fred walked forward, glancing to the side. Masked men and women were naked, engaging in sexual intercourse; groups of people were doing so without regard for others—one man and two women, two women and one man, three men and two women…

Fred swallowed hard. Even though he had a strong mental fortitude and wouldn't blink when facing death on the battlefield, he had never seen anything like this before. City people, they really know how to have fun.

The mayor led Fred to the front, and two scantily clad women came from the side and began to undress Fred.

"Hey?"

Before Fred could say anything, the mayor quickly stepped forward, "As an apology, please enjoy yourself in the VIP box tonight. Change your clothes and go in for a party!"

"No need, I can do it myself," Fred said, adding that he had something inside his clothes and didn't want them to see it.

The mayor glanced at the two scantily clad women, then slapped his forehead as if suddenly realizing something. "I was mistaken. You can do it yourself."

After saying that, he led the two women out, taking the opportunity to grope them.

Fred changed his clothes and hid his belongings before calling them over. The mayor came in, led him to the innermost part of the building, and opened the door.

Fred admitted that he had broadened his horizons since coming here and was no longer surprised by anything he saw, but he still couldn't help sniffling.

The huge room contained a large bed and many small rooms, with an estimated thirty or so women, all naked, ranging in age from ten to twenty. Fred's worldview had been shattered. Was he really going to lose his virginity here?

"Oh my god, help!" Fred thought, "I have no choice but to grit my teeth and go for it to complete the mission!" He suddenly became determined. This little hardship was nothing compared to completing the mission! Prince Thorne would surely understand! However, Fred swallowed hard. What if Princess Anne found out? Would she skin him alive?

Just as he made up his mind to go in and close the door, the mayor clapped his hands, and all the women suddenly left.

"What's going on?" Fred asked, puzzled. He was already prepared to offer his body, so what was going on?

"Alas, what a pity," the mayor sighed again. "These are all clean virgins; it's such a shame that Your Excellency cannot enjoy them."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a group of naked, burly men walked in through the side door.

“I know your preferences, so I’ve prepared everything. The rooms are also full of props. Please enjoy yourself.”

Fred thought he was dreaming and was still in shock when he heard the voice of a Stasi agent in his earpiece.

"Captain Fred! Grote is gay! And a masochist! Can you hear me, Captain?! Grote is gay and a masochist!"

Fred could hear him, of course. He stood there like a statue, watching in despair as the mayor grinned and closed the door. "Knowing you like thrills, I locked the door from the inside. I'll open it again later."

"Oh!"

Along with it, Fred's sanity was also locked away.