What to do now?
Rudolph didn't wait, but Gordon came first.
Cheng Qianxun was so anxious that he took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down.
Now it is impossible to say that Gordon is also a relative, so the only option is to discuss it with Regel.
Go to Regeer's room and knock on the door.
After Regeer opened the door, Cheng Qianxun said softly: "We'll talk after you go in."
When she entered the room, she was so anxious that she didn't know what to say.
Seeing Gordon being taken into the interrogation room really made her mind go blank.
Seeing her squirming look, Reger seemed to understand something and said seriously: "Cheng, you have to understand that you are of the yellow race.
Even if Major Sneed is the same as us, the army will not allow you to have anything to do with him.
As a result.
Even if you are looking for a temporary, white non-Jewish woman will be recruited.”
Cheng Qianxun looked at Regel with his mouth open.
After he finished speaking earnestly, he came back to his senses and stammered: "Lieutenant Colonel, you misunderstood.
I'm not interested in him, but..."
Oh my god. , what should I say?
Reger's eyes widened and he lost his voice: "Are you interested in me, Cheng?
This is absolutely not allowed."
She was so angry that she almost pulled her hair out.
The worst thing about Regel was the relationship between men and women.
Who told him to be so tall?
Without him using his brain, women would naturally be attracted to him.
He was enough to play forward in the NBA and he was at least six feet tall.
With a height of more than four inches, a not bad face, thick muscles on the chest, and a curvy butt, I was fascinated by it.
Although "Regel" was about to go crazy, he still paused and paid attention to the wording.
After all, she needed to be attached.
She tried her best to endure the anger and said patiently: "Lieutenant Colonel Regel, I know my identity.
The reason I’m here to find you now is, didn’t I say before that there are four people like us?”
Reger's memory was still very good.
He nodded: "Isn't it that your cousin hasn't been found yet?"
"Yes," Cheng Qianxun said helplessly, "but another one appeared."
Regel frowned when he heard that it was the American reporter who had just been caught in the underground interrogation room.
With his hands behind his back, he walked back and forth in the room.
She asked anxiously: "Lieutenant Colonel, are you trying to find a way to rescue him?"
"Don't worry, he won't die yet."
Reger continued walking back and forth.
After walking for a full three minutes, he finally stopped, took a long breath, turned to face her and said, "Can you please help me?"
"No."
Cheng Qianxun quickly made up a reason: "I have said long ago that four people need to live together until next year.
As long as January 1st passes, our bodies will return to normal.
Don't you want to try, Lieutenant Colonel?
Try, I want to live like this for the rest of my life."
She whispered timidly: "No need to relieve yourself, no need to shave, no children..."
"Okay."
Reger closed his eyes suddenly, raised his hand, and decided resolutely: "Save, save him."
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It's easy to say save.
It's not easy to save him.
If he were a prisoner, he would be under Sneijder's control, and at least he could save his life.
That was because the SS was targeting Gordon.
How could we get these two smiling, sweet-talking SS officers to release him?
Regal walked to the door.
Opening the door a little, he looked out from the corner of his eyes to see if anyone was there.
Then he turned around and whispered to her: "Go back to your room, I'll go find Sneed, and I'll go find you tomorrow."
She walked to the door and said uneasily: "Be careful too."
Reger smiled slightly and nodded.
She tiptoed back to her room like a thief.
It was late at night and any movement could be heard.
After a while, I heard a knock on the door of Sneijder's room not far away.
About ten minutes later, the door to Sneijder's room opened, and the footsteps of two people came out.
Cheng Qianxun was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Sneijder was probably dragged to rescue Gordon by Regel.
Because Sneijder was at least an SS man and was in the same system as the two officers, so he could speak to some extent.
But the SS did not recognize any relatives, let alone colleagues, relatives, or even fathers and sons.
They were afraid that if they felt something was wrong with Sneijder and Reger, they would not be able to save people.
Instead, he was suspected.
Worry was gnawing in my heart, but I didn't dare to run down to see what was going on.
The hands of the wall clock on the wall reached twelve o'clock, and footsteps finally came from downstairs.
"I didn't expect Lieutenant Colonel Reger's friend to be like this."
It was the officer in charge of the interrogation room.
"Laugh, laugh.
Anyway, it won't be a once or twice time for him to make a joke.
You will understand later, Major."
Regel laughed.
Then they said good night to each other and went back to their rooms.
Hearing this, Cheng Qianxun was slightly relieved.
At least Regel and Sneijder were back.
He just hoped that the officers in the interrogation room had no suspicion.
It was quiet outside, and then someone came out of the room to go to the bathroom, and there was the sound of running water.
Everything seemed to be normal.
Cheng Qianxun was also tired.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.
I slept so late that it felt like I was dreaming until someone knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Cheng Qianxun suddenly woke up.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I got up late."
Regel and Sneijder were at the door.
Regel explained for her: "Maybe she was too involved in work."
Sneijder looked at the half-made cotton coat on the table, and before walking away with his hands behind his back, he only said: "Hurry, I still have something to do after breakfast."
Reger didn't leave.
After looking around, he stepped in and closed the door.
Cheng Qianxun suddenly woke up and looked at him expectantly.
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"I asked Sneijder to go to the interrogation room last night."
Reger told the situation yesterday in the simplest terms possible.
Because he didn’t know the other person’s situation, he only knew that his name might be Gordon, so Regel had no choice but to go over and ask the other person if his name was that.
Fortunately, the other person still called him by that name, so Regeer said that Gordon was a friend he knew, and deliberately reminded Gordon to "remember" him.
Others can grasp a life-saving straw, regardless of whether they recognize it or not, they have already recognized it.
Unexpectedly, Gordon, who was handcuffed to the chair behind his back, stared and said that he had mistakenly identified the person.
He was an American reporter and had never known a German official.
This made Regel dumbfounded and could only continue to "remind" him, as if he insisted on getting married, and finally made Gordon recognize this friend in a daze.
Reger was angry and amused: "How come your grandpa can save everyone?
The SS also thinks that such a stupid person is not a spy.
They even think that he was deceived by the newspaper and was sent here to take bullets."
No, Gordon is loyal and kind to his brothers, but he is not that stupid.
Anyway, the goal was achieved, Cheng Qianxun could only make random excuses: "My grandfather saves people based on appearance.
It seems that he looks good lying on the hospital bed unconscious.
Who knows it is an embroidered pillow, beautiful on the outside, but full of stuff on the inside?"
Grass."
"Don't be mistaken, but his name is Gordon too.
I'll go see if he has any tattoos when I get a chance."
Regeer walked out: "Hurry up and go downstairs, breakfast is almost gone."
Cheng Qianxun walked downstairs and was stunned.
Gordon was downstairs, sitting in front of the piano with a cigarette in his mouth, playing jazz with his fingers flying.
The way he looked beaming and intoxicated with himself in front of other officers was very American, but also very dandy.
Who would believe that such a frivolous young man, who even took the opportunity to indulge in breakfast, was still an agent?
Obviously the SS was too careful.
You can’t blame them.
In extraordinary times, no one’s nerves are any more nervous than usual.
Gordon ended the song with flashy fingering, picked up the square wine glass filled with vodka and held it high: "I love Germany, cheers to the great Third Reich and to those extraordinary heroic Germans."
Then he drank it all in one gulp. .
Of course what he got was not the officers all standing up and saluting and shouting slogans, but a unanimous smile.
Needless to say, just by looking at his expression, you can tell he's an American.
Cheng Qianxun almost didn't recognize Gordon, and looked at him with her mouth slightly open.
It was only when Regel called her name that she came back to reality.
"Cheng, what are you doing?"
Reger waved to her.
Cheng Qianxun hurriedly went to get the breakfast plate.
As soon as he turned around with the plate, a tall figure blocked his way.
It was Gordon.
He had a playful smile that he was really not used to.
How did heaven set him up to look like this?
"Oh, it's so rare, how could there be a yellow man?"
He stood in front of him, exuding a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and stretched out a hand with a slightly swaying body, with a smile on his face: "You What a beautiful woman.
My name is Gordon.
I am an American and a special correspondent."
"Nice to meet you."
Cheng Qianxun said casually.
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He held the dinner plate and wanted to go to the table of Regel and Sneijder, but Gordon still blocked the way.
She asked helplessly: "I'm sorry, can you give in?"
"Oh" Gordon looked back, stepped aside exaggeratedly, and made a gesture of please.
As soon as Cheng Qianxun sat down, before she could apologize and explain why she came downstairs so late, Gordon came again hauntingly.
He moved a chair from the side and placed it next to her.
His red-cheeked face was very close to hers.
His mouth was full of alcohol, and he said words that were close to each other: "Where are you from?
Have we met before?"
Maybe in Hong Kong, maybe in Tokyo, oh, one Set in Singapore.
I have been to many places, but you are the only girl I have ever met and fell in love with at first sight."
After saying that, he held her hand with a very charming look and stared at her.
He kissed the back of her hand with a "pop" sound.
Cheng Qianxun just took out his hand, smiled bitterly, slowly took the napkin, and secretly wiped the saliva on the back of his hand underneath.
The officers all around were laughing, looking at how this farce would end.
She glanced at Sneijder, who was holding his hands on the table in a relatively loose posture, with a slight smile on his lips and watching calmly.
Gordon also felt very good about himself and kept talking: "Why are you here?
These are all German officials.
They will not marry a person of color.
I am different.
Although my grandfather is British, but My grandmother is German, my father lives in the United States, and my mother is an Italian immigrant.
Italy is an ally of Germany.
I can be considered a quarter German and have no Jewish ancestry, but my family probably has no objection to me being with a child.
How about making friends with Oriental beauties.
After the war, I can take you back to the United States
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