In early 2151, on Earth, in the deep sea more than a thousand meters above the surface of the Pacific Ocean, a huge black Russian-made A12 nuclear submarine was diving southward at high speed.

In the commander's lounge at the middle and rear of the nuclear submarine, Osang, the leader of the Trident, checked the three hidden cameras throughout the room alone. After confirming that they were correct, he returned to the command room.

At this time, Adolf was sitting at the driver's seat in the command room with great interest, watching the sailors operating the nuclear submarine.

For some reason, Adolf still felt dizzy after eating the food that Ossan had prepared for him and lying on the big bed in the commander's lounge for a good sleep.

Ossan walked up to Adolf, raised his hand in salute, lowered his head and said: "Führer, there is a new situation. Please go to the commander's lounge to discuss it."

Adolf took a deep breath, turned around and nodded: "Okay, let's go."

The two walked into the commander's lounge one after another, and Osang closed the door from behind.

When Adolf turned around, what faced him was a dark pistol gun.

In anger, Adolf asked: "If you want to kill me, why did you save me before?"

Osang smiled evilly and said, "Because I need your memory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Osang directly pulled the trigger.

"Poof!" There was a sound, and there was a small bullet hole in Adolf's forehead. Because the bullet was special, it did not shoot out from the back of his head. Instead, it broke into many fragments, smashing Adolf's brain into pieces like stirred tofu.

Average brain.

Before that, Osang took advantage of Adolf being knocked unconscious by anesthesia and checked the other party's safety band. As expected, the positioning function of the safety band had been turned off by Adolf himself.

That means that Adolf's "life" memories and thoughts will not be converted into radio waves and emitted after he is shot. Instead, they will only be automatically stored in the safety band on his head the moment before the bullet hits his forehead.

in the memory carrier.

After removing the safety band on Adolf's head, Osang picked up the phone on the wall, pressed a few buttons, and whispered: "I got the goods, please contact the mysterious buyer. Remember, it's still the same price.

Otherwise, there is no need to discuss it.”

In an underground "mansion" about four kilometers below the ice of the Ross Ice Shelf in West Antarctica, Joseph, a young man wearing a white bathrobe and lying on a blue plastic lounge chair by the indoor swimming pool, slowly opened his goldfish eyes.

Adolf's feelings of despair and fear in the seconds before his death were so real that a trace of cold sweat broke out on Joseph's forehead.

"Life always needs to experience more different things to make it more exciting and make people more brave and confident." Joseph murmured to himself.

This is why Joseph asked the seller to kill Adolf instead of euthanasia, which is commonly known as giving him courage.

At this time, a middle-aged black man in a white coat came behind Joseph and said softly: "Boss, the experiment was successful!"

Joseph's dull goldfish eyes immediately lit up and he said: "Great! Thank you, Dr. Arthur. The day we have been looking forward to together has finally arrived, and it is not in vain that I am here like a groundhog.

I’ve been here for so long, little Sani, please bring me my clothes!”

The stunning girl, who had been lying on a nearby lounge chair as if no one else was around, immediately got up, walked to the closet by the wall, took out a loose blue sportswear and a pair of white sneakers, walked over to Joseph, and served him.

Put on.

Following Dr. Arthur Creedis, Joseph took the elevator to one of the laboratories on the sixteenth floor of the building.

In the middle of a laboratory the size of a basketball court, there is a stainless steel table the size of a billiard table. Two precision instruments are placed on both sides of the table, and in the middle of the table is a one-meter-square transparent box. The instruments and

Various electrical wires and metal pipes are connected between the boxes.

Several scientific researchers who were originally sitting around the table and wearing white coats, ranging from young children to elderly people, saw Joseph and Arthur arriving. They all immediately stood up and bowed down to greet them respectfully.

Joseph rarely showed his "people-friendly" side, with his little aquiline nostrils dilated, he smiled and waved to everyone: "Thank you for your hard work. The success of this experiment has brought us one step closer to our great goal.

In the near future, you will all become great vassal kings! Rule thousands of people under your respective banners, and enjoy glory and wealth forever!"

The scientists applauded one after another, their eyes showing the fanaticism that only the most die-hard religious elements can have.

In front of Joseph, the scientists, under Arthur's command, repeated the previously successful experiment.

A group of human elites, some with grins and others with sneers, watched as the original very rare experimental results were once again replicated in front of their boss.

And every one of them is imagining the scenario when their team's research results can be implemented on a large scale around the world. By that time...

On that New Year's Eve night when many people around the world stayed up all night, after receiving instructions to go online, Adele stood behind the coat rack on the left side of the room, took out a capsule the size of a peanut, and stuck it on her coat and hat.

top of rack.

It was a small holographic projector with a self-destruction device. The projection it emitted was extremely stable, and no matter what angle you stood at, you could not see the colorful light emitted by modern movie projectors.

A few seconds later, "Adele" strolled back to the big pink bed from the window sill to the right of the coat rack, stretched out, covered her body with a thin pink silk quilt, and gradually fell asleep.

There is a subtle wood grain in the middle and upper section of the brown wooden coat rack, which is a hidden camera lens. Therefore, the projector is placed on the top of the coat rack so that no one using the camera to monitor the house can see it.

After changing into a black one-piece waterproof suit in the corner behind the coat rack, which was also out of reach of the camera, Adele climbed out of the third-floor window and grabbed the white cement table outside the window with both hands, using the cushioning of high-elastic running shoes and professional

After landing and rolling, he jumped onto the grass downstairs smoothly, and then jogged all the way to the reef beach on the north shore of the island. He opened the zipper of his chest pocket, took out a small black flashlight as thick as a little finger, and flashed it towards the quiet sea.

Three times of white light.

Soon, a red light flashed three times in succession on the sea surface more than 300 meters away. After seeing the direction clearly, she jumped into the sea decisively and swam towards the place where the red light came from.

It was a small submarine sent by the Silver Shield organization.

After arriving in New York, Adele was taken to the office of United Nations Secretary-General Jose.

Jose, who was sitting behind a huge brown solid wood desk, looked up and down at the beautiful oriental woman who was wearing a peach knee-length dress, casually yet elegantly sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa opposite, and said: "The CIA reported that

, through satellite tracking, they found the sunken yacht that Adolf used to escape. His body was also in the yacht. The cause of death was a large-caliber sniper rifle fired from an unidentified Dutch-made Mackerel-class conventionally powered submarine.

It was shot into the face. Although the bullets above the chin of his head had been blown away, DNA comparison confirmed that it was him. But I still don't feel reassured. There are not many people who have seen the real body of little Adolf, and one of them is you.

Now please take a closer look at the autopsy video to see if there are any flaws."

After saying that, he clicked the virtual mouse on the desktop, and a 3D holographic projection of anatomy in the operating room appeared on the white wool carpet between the two people.

Adele, who was wearing a black ponytail, stood up and walked to the "anatomy table". She stretched out her right hand to tuck a small piece of hair on the side of her forehead behind her ear. Then she put her hands behind her back and leaned over to carefully examine the projection of the corpse being dissected.

.

I saw the body of a white boy lying on his back on a stainless steel dissecting table. Two doctors in blue protective suits were methodically preparing various tools to cut open various parts of the body.

The body's emaciated figure was no different from the little Adolf wearing shorts he saw on the beach that day. There were many minor wounds on its limbs and torso. Adele, who was familiar with the principles of forensic medicine, knew that the body was caused by a small child on the seabed.

Formed by fish bites.

The state of the corpse's head may be more likely to cause discomfort to the observer. Only the lower part of the mandible can be seen, and the upper part has been completely shaved off. The entire head looks like it was blown up by a cannonball.

A large half of cabbage.

A few minutes later, Adele returned to sit on the black leather sofa and said softly: "Well, the height, body shape, and chin are all right, especially on the left side of his chest. There was a small brown spot. He was a child at that time.

On the beach of the island, I carefully observed him secretly in case of emergency, so I am now sure that it is him. But I have a question, where is the safety hoop?"

Jose said: "It is rumored that on the black market, someone bought the data stored in Adolf's insurance band at a high price. The seller was Trident, and the buyer... has not been found yet."

Adele said: "Trident, isn't it a neo-Nazi organization? How could this gang kill their idol? Oh no, it should be a clone of the idol. They should not take the opportunity to support this little Adolf to order other Nazis in the world

Fan?"

Jose licked his plump upper and lower lips, stared into the other person's eyes and said, "When you say something like this, do you think my IQ is lower than yours, or do you think we will default on our debts, so you don't want to take on more jobs?"

Adele smiled slightly, faced the other party's aggressive gaze with her big watery eyes, and said: "Okay, I will go back and tell my boss that you have instructed us to start closely monitoring the movements of the Trident, and to dig out the treasure as soon as possible."

The third option for buyers who are out of insurance is to continue to track down the remaining parties of GLS. As for the reward, you will double it. After all, the number of people you have to deal with will also double."

Jose laughed and leaned back on the black leather chair: "Hahaha! Miss Zhang is indeed a first-class intelligence officer and an outstanding businessman. That's it. The three tasks are equal.

Important, I don’t believe that little Adolf would withdraw from such a wonderful historical stage so easily. But please remember, never do anything that violates United Nations conventions and the criminal laws of various countries.”

Adele said: "Even if we do it, we can't admit that we are doing things for you."
Chapter completed!