doitstory Chapter 1483 11482 This is "plot need"
Chapter 1483 11482 This is "plot need"
Chapter 1483 1.1482 This is "plot need"
"The Führer..." Ms. Katie, the assistant casting director, can completely understand the hatred that the fake "Führer" has continued since childhood. But there was no sympathy in her heart, and she was even trying to hold back her smile.
My heart feels inexplicably happy, and I really can’t help but feel unhappy.
Oh my god, as one of the "plot witnesses" of the entire "The Great War" "a cross-plot fusion of time and space where the World War II-like plot fragments are similar and blended", I have been rubbing each other's ears and lingering in the mornings after having fun all night long and lingering until death. How could Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, sympathize with a Nazi who "spoiled" the Nazi atrocities in bits and pieces of "Words of the Past"?
So taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie, secretly connected the radio equipment on her body. The antenna, disguised as a bra underwire, then emits a frequency-hopping signal that cannot be intercepted or cracked.
"Zila——" However, at the moment when the signal was sent out, the genuine "Führer" suddenly felt his nerves stung by the sound of electric current erupting from the earphones. Even the TV signal on the wall fluctuated significantly.
The assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie, secretly yelled "No!" She should have thought that this secret room could block radio signals!
Seeing that she was about to be exposed, Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, unbuttoned her bra at the back and disconnected the wireless device.
When the genuine "Führer" raised his head angrily, he saw a half-undressed, charming and bewildered beautiful woman: "...Ah, Katie."
"Dear head of state, I would like to be your exclusive 'Christmas gift'." The performance of Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, was impeccable.
The genuine "Führer" was like a furious beast, his throat squirming and he swallowed hard.
Having said that, no one can resist the beauty trap played by the assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie.
1920, Berlin-Gossler, Orient Express first class carriage No. 3483.
After looking at the "In Use" sign, the well-dressed middle-aged gentleman knocked on the door of the luxurious bathroom.
"...Miss Richel?"
"Ah, are you Mr. Quant?" A quick response came from the bathroom.
"Yes, Miss Richer. Please forgive my rashness. But the train is about to arrive at the station, and I think that I may never see you again, so I must muster up the courage to even talk to you in this way."
"Ah, Mr. Quant. Do you have anything important?" The voice coming from the bathroom became more and more nervous and urgent.
"I actually...actually want to ask, are you willing to date me?"
"..."
Although the answer was wordless silence, the middle-aged gentleman close to the door could still hear the suppressed breathing. It seemed that Miss Richer in the bathroom was covering her mouth tightly, unable to digest the extremely shocking news.
The middle-aged gentleman obviously would not give up; "You know, I come from the Quandt family. I lost my wife many years ago and have lived alone ever since. I thought no one could ever enter my heart again. Until today, I met you on the train, Miss Richel, and you rekindled the spark of love for me..."
December 1941, 12, Reich Chancellery in Wirthstrasse, Berlin.
The Führer's study.
"My dear Magda, you still smell so delicious!" As he said this, the Head of State looked up from the arms of the lady who was pressed against the desk with an intoxicated look and breathed greedily.
"Führer, please don't do this. My husband is coming, he is coming..." The former "First Lady" Magda Goebbels, who was breathing rapidly and feeling hot all over, was still gritting her teeth to resist the waves of waves. The effect of the active "empty pregnancy galactagogue".
"My Propaganda Minister? Ha! As usual, he was fooling around with the female star on the set last night." The head of state, who was holding hands, laughed wildly: "My dear Magda, he knows about us. Just like I know You (the privacy between husband and wife) are the same.”
"No, no, don't do this..." The former "First Lady" Magda Goebbels, whose will had reached the edge of collapse, desperately clamped her legs together to prevent the man on her from succeeding. "My dear Magda, do you really want to resist the Führer for the Minister of Propaganda?" The Führer shouted angrily, having failed to succeed.
"No, that's not it. Not for the minister, but, but..." The former "First Lady" Magda Goebbels, whose will is about to collapse, seems to have an unspeakable reason.
"Then (who) are you doing for..." Before he could finish his words, the ferocious-looking head of state was thrust into the mouth by an old-fashioned electric prod stretched out of thin air.
"Zizzizi——" The lightning flashed.
Half of the head of state's face exploded with sparks flying, and he flew out heavily.
There is obviously one and only one man holding an old-fashioned electric prod at all times and every moment. Wu Chen, who is accustomed to taking the hidden route as a "time side" and is present in every criss-crossing plot node, is the one who is captured by the plot. The same 0326 that nodes split or gather together〗.
"My dear master..." Magda Goebbels, the former "First Lady" who desperately squeezed her legs together, suddenly felt relaxed.
"Huh?" Wu Chen, who forcefully closed the old-fashioned electric prod, immediately noticed the abnormality in the half of the head of the head of state who was still smiling: "Why is it still generating electricity?"
When he stepped forward, he turned over the head of the head of state who was electrocuted and foaming at the mouth. The artificial left ear was immediately discovered. Try to unscrew the left ear like a screw-top light bulb, and the modified artificial ear canal and the long wire that goes deep into the abdomen are exposed.
The blinking eye of true seeing absorbs the new spiritual memory, and the mind follows with all its strength to deconstruct it.
"Ah..." Soon, Wu Chen discovered the plot elements hidden in the head of state: "Could it be that this 'head of state' is not someone's stand-in. But..."
At this moment, a beautiful foot wrapped in nylon stockings hung weakly on the shoulder: "My dearest master..."
Wu Chen, whose thoughts were interrupted, stood up gently and finished the important plot first before saying: "Come here, my dear Magda."
……after a while.
The ajar door of the Führer's study was gently pushed open.
"Ah, my lord—all that is mine is yours!"
1920, Berlin-Gossler, Orient Express first-class carriage No. 3483, bathroom.
Magda, who was breathing steadily, gently removed the hand covering her red lips, and whispered to the man behind her: "Master? Should I promise him."
"Of course, this is your personal plot." Wu Chen whispered.
"Are you willing, my dearest master?" After saying that, Magda Richer deliberately twisted her waist. Magda, who was still a boudoir waiting to be married, was called Miss Richer at this time.
"I can't bear to part with it. However, this is a 'plot necessity'. Changing your personal plot too early will run the risk of being exposed in advance. But whether it is your first marriage or your second marriage, they are all unscathed. Husband and wife." Wu Chen used lovers' whispers to spoil the story for the female companion in front of him: "Believe me, this is a plot determined by the law of reverse causality..."
Magda Richel leaned tightly into the man's arms: "I obey you, my dearest master..."
""First Lady" Magda Goebbels".