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January 28, 1925
21:25
Berlin Diagon Alley
Although the night in Berlin is brightly lit, there are few people in Diagon Alley because of the frequent brawls between the Nationalist Party and the Communist Party. As a result, most people have moved away from here, leaving only a few brave households. Whenever night falls, Diagon Alley is always eerily quiet.
Ernst extinguished the cigarette in his hand and, using the moonlight, glanced at his watch; it was almost time for the meeting. The convoy escorting President Albert would arrive here in five minutes. Rom would lead the stormtroopers to initiate the attack, clearing out all obstructive guards, and then allow the vehicle transporting President Albert to break free from the encirclement. The rest would be left to Strasser's special operations team.
Once the notorious Albert was eliminated, Strasser only needed to release a few scapegoats to take the blame. Neither the left-wing nor right-wing factions of Congress would make a big deal out of this, as everyone except for the traitors of the Social Democratic Party wanted Albert dead. Only when the country was in chaos would the royal family, Juncker nobility, The Communist Party of Germany, and Nazi Party have a chance to rise to power.
It can be said that Albert was not assassinated by the Nazi Party, but rather condemned to death by all political forces across the spectrum in Germany, much like the detestable Weimar Republic, which both the public and the elites viewed as merely a transitional phase.
As for why Rom did this, he only realized his importance when the northern Strasser began to rise and Hitler felt threatened, rather than limiting his own power, Rom thought.
In the distance, the roar of cars could be heard, and faintly, the headlights of a car were visible. Rom ordered all stormtroopers to load their weapons, waiting for President Albert's convoy to reach the third intersection of Diagon Alley before launching their attack.
The presidential convoy has reached the second intersection. Rom has already ordered the stormtroopers to prepare for shooting, his finger already on the trigger. Suddenly, a piercing gunshot echoed through the sky of Berlin. At the second intersection, a group of workers dressed in disguise were carrying rifles and began shooting at the presidential convoy. Bullets hit the car, sparking flames. The police escorting the presidential convoy immediately got out of the car, taking cover behind the doors and returning fire. A fierce gun battle ensued. "What's going on? Weren't we supposed to strike first?"
Rom gasped in frustration, and his nearby stormtroopers seemed to have noticed something.
"That's the flag of the Communist Party," he exclaimed.
Rom followed his gaze and indeed saw the bright red flag.
"Damn it, do these people have to be so ostentatious in everything they do? They even brought out the party flag." Rom was somewhat speechless.
"Leader, which side should we support?" asked a member of the stormtroopers.
"Are you stupid," Rom knocked him on the head, "we're not supporting either side. We'll wait until one side is about to collapse, then we'll go in and fight. For now, just watch the show."
Heinrich·Laufenburg is feeling very bad right now. A few days ago, the Soviet Union parachuted a leader into Berlin to replace him. This arrogant guy must have lost his mind and insisted on making a big splash with the new leader, deciding to assassinate President Albert. The problem is that I'm the one who has to carry it out! Laufenburg is somewhat amused and exasperated. This guy is only responsible for making decisions, and we have to carry them out. But because time is running out, they didn't have heavy weapons prepared at all, only some bolt-action rifles and pistols from World War I, which are no match for the firepower of the police escorting the president.
Since they could not win in terms of quality, they had to overwhelm their opponents with quantity. To this end, Laufenburg brought all the Communists from the entire Pankow district of Berlin and members of the Picketing group, striving for absolute certainty.
Unfortunately, despite the large number of Communists, they still could not gain an advantage in the situation and even found themselves at a disadvantage due to the disparity in firepower. The battle lasted for more than ten minutes, during which many Labour Party members were hit by machine gun fire from the presidential convoy and had to withdraw from the fight.
Just when Laufenburg was feeling extremely anxious, gunfire suddenly erupted from the third intersection of Diagon Alley, and the rear of the presidential convoy was also attacked.
"It's the Nazi Party's stormtroopers!" exclaimed the party member next to him.
These guys are really full of themselves, coming out to fight with a cloak and a helmet, are they acting? Laufenburg thought vulgarly, but he was relieved, the pressure of being sandwiched between the stormtroopers was much less.
Obviously, caught between Picketing and stormtroopers, the Presidential Guard was starting to struggle. Under the cover of several police cars, a BMW car suddenly burst out from the encirclement, attempting to escape the scene.
"Don't let him escape," Rom and Laufenburg both roared, directing a portion of the team to bypass the Presidential Guard and begin pursuing President Albert. Obviously, two legs couldn't outrun four wheels, so they could only watch the BMW disappear from sight.
Obviously, neither of them was in a hurry. They had long anticipated the scene of Albert driving away, so they had both prepared contingency plans for it. Albert was driving rapidly towards the Berlin Police Department, relieved to see the pursuing team disappearing from his field of vision. Ever since he had offended both the left and right wings at the same time, Albert knew he had to be careful about his personal safety. There were too many people who wanted to kill him, so he had deliberately practiced his driving and escape skills. After years of military preparation, Albert successfully broke through the encirclement with his driving skills. As he relaxed while looking at the street ahead, he knew that as long as he reached the Berlin Police Department, he would be safe.
"After I return, I will immediately declare a state of emergency in Germany and bring in the military to wipe out the Nazi Party and the Communist Party in one fell swoop," thought Albert fiercely.
At the intersection ahead, the Picketing that had been lying in wait for a long time finally saw its prey approaching. Leading the group was the man whose arm had been broken by Coy before. He looked at the approaching BMW in the distance and smiled slightly.
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
With his command, the sniper of the Picketing accurately hit the wheel of President Albert's car. The entire BMW shook violently, swerving on the road as if it were drunk, and ultimately crashed into the gate of a residential house. "Capture him alive," he said, emphasizing that even for thoroughly corrupt enemies, the Communists must first judge before executing.
President Albert opened the car door and began to run frantically, with Picketing in hot pursuit. They circled through the alleyways, but the workers ultimately used their physical strength to capture President Albert.
"Let's go back with us to face judgment," the guy said, looking at the panting Albert.
Suddenly, a group of shadows rushed out from deeper in the alley. They moved in pairs, heading straight for their targets, and within just a few seconds, they had taken down the members of Picketing. Although using guns would have been quicker, Coy remembered Strasser's directive to avoid killing communists unless absolutely necessary, so he held back.
In the blink of an eye, only the guy who had been beaten by Coy was still standing. He looked at Coy, who was approaching like a demon, trembling uncontrollably, and then his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
Do I look so scary? Coy was a bit confused, I don't think I look extremely evil, do I?
At this moment, the terrified President Albert expressed his gratitude to Coy.
"Thank you so much, which party do you belong to? Can you escort me back? I will definitely reward you when I get back." Albert said tremblingly.
"I'm really sorry, President Albert." Coy slowly turned around, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. "The communist party members just now were here to arrest you. As for me, I'm here to kill you."
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