Chapter 280 (1/2)

Heine, whose noumenon is still sitting on the sofa, is now in the prime minister's office in Berlin...

the sequelae of his withdrawal from the mind network made him a little trance, but soon he got up and walked to the people behind the desk.

The office is big enough for a hundred people to get together here.

But the layout of the room is very simple, there is no redundant display, very simple, only two pieces of black carpet, and a few pots of flowers.

There are several paintings on the wall, but they are not works of famous artists. What is more conspicuous is the statue of flying eagle holding the inscription on the door frame.

The man behind the desk was writing hard. In front of him were thick papers and reports. He was used to dealing with these things himself.

”My Fuehrer.” Heine stood at his desk and raised his right arm.

The man behind the desk just waved his hand and quickly corrected the document with a laser pen. Soon, he signed the name of moustache at the end of the document and put the pile of paper aside gently.

”Well, my faithful Heine, is there anything you need to tell me? You know, you were just about to report, and suddenly you said that you were going to ”get out of the body.”

The man stood up and stretched his back. The tall figure was not like a moustache at all. He made a joke to Heine. He looked out of the window at the dark Berlin and thought about the future.

He was tall, in a green uniform, wearing a purple helmet like an astronaut, and his face was blue.

”I'm sorry, Fuehrer, the beehive has suddenly launched a mind link, and I suspect Schmidt and he have a separate means of communication.”

Heine's legs together, in front of this man, he is not at all so neurotic outside, he is now rigid and serious.

”It doesn't matter. Your status is very important.” The man didn't care to carry his hand, the tall figure walked to the window, and the street was full of steel soldiers on patrol.

”Thank you, Fuehrer. This time I went to Paris on holiday, I received some information by accident, and I immediately flew back to report to you. But just now, at the meeting of Hydra, I made a greater discovery...”

Heine relaxed a little, he took off his military cap, held it in his hand, and also walked to the window, whispering.

”Let me guess, is it Schmidt who is going to overthrow me?” The man interrupted Heine with a smile. He spoke slowly, but with unimaginable authority: ”everything is like the history, the red skull...”

”the head of state is wise.”

Heine lowered his head, and that was exactly what happened.

The tall figure was calm, and he straightened his helmet a little: ”but the others won't agree. Historically, they didn't agree.”

”Yes, even though I have been agitating them before, they still dare not fight against your authority, which proves that they have no threat to you.” Heine recounted his plan in a grand way.

”Well... The next thing to do is wait for the captain of the United States to throw him on the alien planet.”

”Well, at present everything is the same as in history. The red skull is entangled by the captain of the United States, and your goal will soon fall into your hands, laying another foundation for your eternal foundation.”

Heine nodded. There are some changes in history, and he needs to constantly make slight corrections in order to put everything on the right track. However, the current situation is not in vain. He has tried his best to put the information into the mouth of SSR.

”The red skull is actually the only intelligent man, and he realized that something was wrong...” the figure sighed, as if he was regretting something, but he soon looked up and put these things behind him: ”what about the bait I threw out? Did anyone take the bait? ”

”Yes, vipers, Whitehall, and even beehives, they're all interested in the X gene, the undersea man, and they're giving up the cosmic cube to study biology and chemistry.”

The man grinned happily and rubbed the back of his hand happily: ”well, the Yankees gave me a false impression that they wanted me to waste energy in the direction of research that was doomed to fail... They must have never thought that there was no secret about X gene for me, I had no interest in it, and then threw this project out again, causing the split of Hydra.”