Chapter 2701

On the third day, which was Thursday night, Nick came to the Catholic church in the old town. Compared to the incomparably magnificent and gorgeous Protestant churches built later, most of the Catholic churches in Berlin were small and dim, but old enough.

Nick's skin color was the best camouflage. He spent some effort to knock out the priest and came to the back of the only confessional in this church.

A confessional usually consists of two parts. The front is a small room, usually for one person to stand. Opposite the door is a wall. Some walls have windows, some don't, and opposite the wall stands the priest. The believer will face the priest like this to confess.

Of course, sometimes there is no one behind it, and it is also possible that the person standing there isn't the priest, so many believers will make appointments with familiar priests so that the secrets in their hearts can be poured out.

This Dr. Shiler is destined not to wait for the priest today, Nick thought as he stood behind the wall. Unfortunately, the wall of the confessional in this church has no windows. He cannot exert his agent's advantage to observe the facial expressions on the opposite side.

Soon the door was opened, and the footsteps got closer and closer. Nick felt he could almost hear the frequency of the other party's breathing, but in any case, it was hard to imagine that a person with such light footsteps killed three Gestapo the day before yesterday and hung them all on the cross.

But when the person on the opposite side finally stood still in front of the wall, Nick felt that the cage on the opposite side of the wall trapped a wild beast.

"I want to confess, Lord..."

Nick coughed twice, and the voice on the opposite side disappeared as expected. Nick spoke, "I am very sorry, I am not a good object for your confession."

"Oh?" The other party made an emotionless sound of surprise.

"I know what you did the day before yesterday. I saw... your work. I have some things I want to talk to you about, regarding Artur. May I ask if you are free now?"

"What happened to the priest?"

Nick heard the person on the opposite side ask. This voice sounded ethereal, like the shadow of a tree reflected in the water, as if a little ripple could blow it away, and as if nothing could be changed when it was blown away.

"He's fine, I sent him back to the lounge to rest." Nick said, "I swear my actions won't cause any harm to any of you. I'm not here to hurt any of you."

The opposite side was silent and didn't reply. Nick had to say, "Three years ago, we destroyed a laboratory with the goal of not letting the Axis powers have atomic bombs. But in later investigations, we discovered that a mysterious organization called Hydra very likely stole the research results of that laboratory in advance and completed it somewhere."

"There is an important serial number in a certain unfinished core component. Only by getting this serial number can we know what technology they have mastered, whether this technology can be perfected and create weapons capable of destroying the world. Artur is the only person who knows this serial number."

"He died in a murder. We don't know who did it. We investigated that you were the only person he saw before he died. You are highly suspicious, so we targeted you, but we didn't expect you to provoke the Gestapo, or perhaps even more."

"I don't know how you did it, but you killed three of their people in the church. This is an unacceptable insult to them. In these last few months, they will become increasingly crazy. If you don't want to leave Berlin, you will need our help."

Nick heard the other party's breathing frequency change, but it wasn't rapid due to nervousness. He seemed to be satisfied, like a satiated wild beast taking a nap.

"How will you help me?"

"At least we can help you escape the Gestapo's pursuit."

"And how will I repay you?"

"I know Artur might not have told you the serial number. In fact, he didn't know that serial number was so important. No one told him, but I need you to describe in detail the details of your time with him, including what he said to you. This isn't difficult for you, is it?"

"You are a good agent." Nick heard the opposite side say. For some reason, his heart suddenly tightened.

"But you found the wrong person."

The moment the words fell.

Bang! Bang bang!!

Nick turned his head abruptly and saw a team after team of Gestapo rushing in from the window behind this small space, smashing doors one by one. He suddenly realized something and said, "This is your trap?!"

He heard the other party laugh softly, which was completely different from the previous serious attitude. He seemed to have some mood to chat with him.

"You are a good agent." The other party repeated, "You are good at disguising all unfair transactions as equivalent exchanges and taking them out for negotiation with righteous indignation, making all your opponents think that sitting at the poker table is a good choice, but you are always the one who overturns the table first unexpectedly—despicable, rude, and evil."

Nick had no time to listen to him now. He had to find a way to leave here. His foot injury hadn't fully healed, so he definitely couldn't outrun them, and now the passage outside was full of Gestapo.

So now there was only one choice left: break this wall, go out from the door behind Shiler, and perhaps there was a glimmer of possibility of escape. Damn it, he must have anticipated this scene long ago.

"Many people take violence as a last resort, but I am just the opposite." Nick heard the other party say, "If you can't even survive violence, then even if you sit at the table, you are just ingredients."

Nick hammered the wall twice hard. He knew this wall should be able to open, but the switch wasn't on his side, so he had to hammer the wall next to him with his hand and said, "Listen, I never wanted to take any violent measures against you..."

"Do you think I have an obligation to repay you equally?"

Nick was choked and couldn't say a word. He listened to the sound of knocking on the door getting closer and closer, so he had to lower his tone and said, "Okay, it is indeed us who need your help, especially since I need your help now. Let me pass."

"How do you intend to repay me?"

Nick's eyeballs were trembling rapidly, which showed that he was thinking at high speed. He knew that the nonsense about helping him avoid the Gestapo's pursuit couldn't fool him. The other party played this bunch of idiots in the palm of his hand, and could even make them point where they wanted. Pursuit was a ridiculous word for him to begin with.

"What do you want?" Nick had to ask.

"I need enough medicine, especially blood-clotting medicine. In addition, I need a medical instruction manual for midwifery for pregnant women."

"Is someone about to give birth?" Nick asked instinctively, but he knew he shouldn't ask so much, so he had to say, "I only have some anti-inflammatory and sedative medicine, and disinfectant water, but I can't get blood-clotting medicine. That thing is strictly controlled."

"I think I can find the instruction manual. Perhaps I can also find doctors and nurses who can deliver babies for pregnant women, but most of them are far away from here now."

"I only need one instruction manual."

"No problem." Nick agreed immediately and said somewhat anxiously, "Let me pass quickly, they are coming!!"

He knew that he absolutely couldn't be arrested in his current state, because in these last few crazy months, they could do anything. He didn't want to die on the eve of dawn.

With a click, something loosened. Nick pushed the wall and found it could rotate. He pushed the wall and rushed over, but there was nothing on the opposite side. Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Nick had to restore the wall and sneak out.

When Nick limped back to the house, he saw Jones holding a wanted poster. This thing was about the same as waste paper in these few months. Even if you went out and looked at a place you shouldn't look at, you might be wanted. Nick had long been used to it.

But Jones seemed to be looking at it very seriously. Nick looked at the wanted poster in the middle of changing his medicine. Strangely, there was no photo on the wanted poster. The avatar part was all black, which meant they were wanted a mysterious person, that is to say, they found a bad thing that they didn't know who did.

Looking down, sure enough, there was a church photo, which was the church where three bodies appeared. The description below wrote—"A terrifying church killer betrayed his great country, created a shocking murder case, and he will definitely be brought to justice."

There were some antitheses in German that Nick couldn't quite understand in the wording, but the slogans written by the Gestapo were all like this, looking aggressive and full of incitement, but if you think about it carefully, you will feel very ridiculous.

If they could really bring the murderer to justice, they wouldn't issue this wanted poster. Everyone knows they have a preventive arrest act. If it were in its heyday, they could even arrest everyone in the church area into a concentration camp, just because they might be the murderer or saw the murderer but didn't report it.

But now they can only issue this ridiculous wanted poster, Nick thought. They provided Shiler with an excellent opportunity like this. He only needs to anonymously report himself, and the Gestapo will swarm into a certain church, just like today.

Because the more powerless they are, the more they have to prove that they are still as powerful as usual. Under this pressure, no one has time to think about whether someone wants to use them, just rush in arrogantly.

Tigers hide their figures as much as possible before hunting, but dogs must bare their teeth and bark a few times.

Nick lamented their IQ in his heart, but also lamented his own future. This guy is really too hard to deal with. Why is it him?

But Nick didn't intend to give up. He still had a clue in his hand. Shiler asked him for an instruction manual for pregnant women to give birth, which meant he might know a pregnant woman who was about to give birth.

Although Shiler is a surgeon, delivering a baby is highly professional. Judging the state of the fetus and the pregnant woman is not within the professional scope of a cardiac surgeon, but after all, he is a doctor. If there is an instruction manual, the situation will be much better.

Thinking back to the residential house Shiler went to before, then the one about to give birth is likely Mrs. Eisenhardt. Although I don't know what relationship Shiler has with the Eisenhardt family, this might be his weakness.

The fireplace was warm, and a red-haired woman with gentle eyebrows was leaning on a lounge chair with a big belly, knitting a sweater by the firelight of the fireplace, while two men sat opposite the coffee table, moving the chess pieces in their hands.

The one holding the black pieces was Shiler, and the other person's eyebrows and eyes looked particularly cold under the flickering firelight of the fireplace. It was the young Magneto.