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Chapter Nine: The Power to Beat Martin Bowman

"Himler, can I trust you?"

Just as Himmler was distracted and stunned, Chen Yanlong suddenly stared at him and asked.

"I swear to be loyal to the Head of State!"

Hearing this, Himmler, who came to his senses, immediately sweated coldly and nervously; he saluted a Nazi military salute again, and said loudly.

Chen Yanlong did not answer him immediately, but just stared at him quietly, his eyes becoming sharper and sharper.

Himmler blinked the gray-blue eyes behind the nose and eyes, while sweating profusely, and had no confidence in his heart.

Himmler, who has medium figure, thin lips without blood, and has a bit of oriental characteristics in his facial features. For him, he did not like Hitler, and this was not a big secret among the top German troops.

And like Hitler, he has a high work intensity and can exhaust most people...

But at this moment, this most terrifying man in Germany, even the world, was staring at Chen Yanlong, and his heart was beating with a pounding sound; sweat was constantly emerging from his body as if he was not worth it.

It made him sweat and wet all over in a short period of time.

"First of the People, I, I am absolutely loyal to you!"

Himmler, who was staring at Chen Yanlong like a falcon, finally plucked up the courage and said loyally.

"Okay! I believe you, do it well! My good Himmler!"

When Chen Yanlong saw Himmler being shocked by his momentum, he slowly patted the other person's shoulder and smiled.

"Yes! Head of State! Victory, Head of State!"

After seeing that Hitler had no intention of dealing with him, Himmler finally let go of his heart; he replied loudly with a full breath.

"Okay, I like this energetic Himmler! Now you follow my traitor list and prepare your arrest plan! Remember that the current situation of the war between the east and west sides is not very optimistic, and you must first fight the domestic situation outside!"

Chen Yanlong continued to smile.

"Yes! Head of State! Victory, Head of State!"

Himmler, who had just relaxed, responded loudly again.

"Well! By the way, there is another thing you have to implement and execute my order!"

Just as Himmler was completely relaxed and felt that he could end the talks; Chen Yanlong suddenly became serious and said lightly.

Seeing this, Himmler's slightly fragile heart suddenly seemed to be riding a roller coaster, and he became nervous again in an instant.

"Yuan, the head of state, there is something else? What's the matter?"

Himmler asked nervously and anxiously, his heart was beating and bouncing.

"As for the Jews and those warriors, I want you to stop the massacre first; wait for my new order, because our weapons and equipment are produced; we need a large number of labor, so I need to make good use of the labor of these lower peoples!"

Chen Yanlong is straight to the point.

"Ah! Doing this seems to be inconsistent with our Jewish policy..."

Himmler replied softly in confusion.

"You just need to do things according to my orders. Remember that there are only those around me who are loyal to me and who absolutely obey my orders!"

Chen Yanlong immediately decided to say firmly about Himmler's hesitant attitude.

"Yes! Head of State! Victory, Head of State! I absolutely obey your orders!"

Seeing that Chen Yanlong became unhappy again, Himmler immediately replied loudly without any objection.

"Okay, you can go out now! I'm a little tired and need a good rest!"

Chen Yanlong nodded in satisfaction and responded.

"Yes! Head of State!"

Himmlerbitian replied respectfully.

After that, he put away the list Chen Yanlong gave him, turned around and left quickly as if he had escaped.

However, when he left Hitler's Prime Minister's Office, he was in his own car; he roughly browsed the list of traitors that Chen Yanlong gave him.

But when he was halfway through his eyes, his whole body couldn't help but shudder.

His face was incredible, unimaginable, and stunned.

At the same time, he also felt that the entire German senior management was going to change.

"It's really unexpected that there are so many high-level traitors. It seems that this time it's really bloody!"

After reading the list of traitors, Himmler closed his eyes gently; he was deeply immersed in shock, and murmured to himself.

"Fortunately, I am loyal to this demon! Otherwise, the end they are about to face will be my end!"

After a long time, Himmler looked back at the Prime Minister's Office in a little frightened manner.

After a moment, he ordered his confidant to start the car and leave quickly.

When Himmler left, Chen Yanlong called Secretary-General Martin Bauman in and told him to prepare dinner for himself.

Yes, time passed quickly. After Chen Yanlong met everyone, he had quietly descended to the earth in the evening.

At this time, the sunset outside the Prime Minister's House; it was the time when it was setting, the grasslands in the nearby area were shrouded in golden silence; the mountains in the distance were also covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the sky was dyed with red clouds; it gradually became bright red, but the whole of Berlin was still quite lively, but the Berlin Empire Prime Minister's House where Chen Yanlong was located at No. 73 William Street, Berlin, was a little quiet, as if many people were asleep...

In about half an hour, Secretary-General Martin Baumann prepared Chen Yanlong's dinner and brought it over.

In April 1943, Martin Bauman was officially appointed as the head of state secretary by Hitler.

This extraordinary identity allowed Martin Bowman to quickly gain amazing power.

He had to decide what person Hitler should meet and which document to read.

Not only that, even if Hitler meets guests every time, he will follow and attend, just like today.

So Chen Yanlong doesn't like this.

"My good secretary general, if I have not received my approval in the future, I do not want anyone to arrange my talks privately, and check my letters and some documents that should not be read privately! And any emergency telegrams from the front line, documents and letters sent to me by the generals; I will review them myself! Because there are some things, I need some privacy, and I believe you will understand my mood, right? My good secretary general!"
Chapter completed!
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