Chapter 101: Damn You (Fourth Update—Please Vote!)

Heinrich Himmler—head of the SS and chief of the Gestapo—was a formidable figure. If he were present, Meimu would have a much harder time.

Those stuck in the concentration camp were mostly SS troops; there were no regular army soldiers among them.

“Arrange for me to meet Ludwilla Etgar, and without raising any alarm, double the number of guards—preferably all our own men.”

“Understood!” The small chiefs of Hydra responded in unison.

A fortress was always easiest to breach from within.

Colonel Ludwilla Etgar entered the meeting room with an air of arrogance, accompanied by only one guard—Sergeant Barbarossa Rontkin.

“Major Bellman?” Ludwilla was a man in his forties, his face square and typical of a German, his eyes burning with the fanaticism characteristic of the SS. “Please show your identification.”

“He is…” Captain Gomez Miller tried to clarify for Meimu.

Who could have known!

“Get out of my sight. I didn’t ask you!” With the authority of his rank, Ludwilla’s anger silenced Gomez immediately. Gomez scowled, saluted, and then left.

“Don’t try to pull rank with me. I don’t know you. Show me your ID!” Ludwilla’s face hardened.

“My identity is…” Meimu smiled, playing coy for a full three seconds before saying, “Your grandpa!”

“What?” Both Ludwilla and Barbarossa snapped with anger. Barbarossa’s hand flashed to his holster.

But it was already too late.

[Dominate Human]—Activated!

This was a level-five enchantment magic, allowing mental control over one or multiple human beings through a psychic link, with no distance limitation. It could sense the target’s feelings but could not cause them to harm themselves.

If Ludwilla had mental defenses or an exceptionally strong will, he might have resisted Meimu’s psychic domination. Unfortunately, he did not.

A system prompt flashed briefly on Meimu’s retina: “Unknown bloodline effect detected. Domination power increased by 10. Target must pass a willpower check of 20… Willpower check failed. Host successfully controls targets Ludwilla Etgar and Barbarossa Rontkin.”

Through his psychic connection, Meimu sensed their faint mental struggles, but their minds were rapidly consumed by a nightmare-like paralysis. What remained were mere puppets.

Meimu spoke: “I am the special envoy sent by Hitler, ‘Your Grandpa.’ I am ordered to strengthen the defenses here immediately. Assemble all guards on the parade ground and bring out every prisoner from Sector A for counting. During the assembly, I will inspect your security measures.”

“Understood, ‘Your Grandpa’!”

“…”

Hmm? It felt as though he had tangled himself up.

Orders from above, running endlessly below.

When Colonel Ludwilla Etgar, with his guard and Meimu, issued this command, no one suspected a thing. The entire camp immediately fell into chaos.

Two kilometers away, Natalia and other intelligence operatives providing support were tense.

“Something’s happening!”

“We’ve been exposed?”

“No! If we were exposed, the alarm would sound and guns would fire!”

“By Marx, what exactly has our ghost comrade done?”

Not only the intelligence officers but even Natalia’s curiosity was piqued, an itch she could not scratch.

Meanwhile, Meimu, wielding the symbolic “imperial sword,” strolled openly with Puppets One and Two.

They inspected the watchtowers and the external defenses of the camp.

As the central hub of the camp, besides the essential machine guns on the towers, each cardinal direction was fortified with permanent strongholds—reinforced concrete bunkers equipped with two 88-millimeter anti-aircraft and anti-ground guns each.

Under normal circumstances, even a mechanized infantry battalion could not take this place.

“Hi! Hitler!”

“Hi! Hitler!”

After exchanging greetings with “Your Grandpa,” Meimu silently cast his spells.

From the simple [Hypnosis] to the more complex [Hypnosis Totem], which could last at least thirty minutes, and then the delayed [Mirror Image] spell…

Satisfied, Meimu trailed half a step behind Puppet One and leisurely returned inside the camp.

There, hundreds of hardened criminals had gathered. Though their treatment was better than that of ordinary prisoners—they didn’t have to worry about succumbing to overwork and being sent to the crematorium—being dragged from a warm bed by fierce guards in the dead of a freezing night was no small concern.

Hans in these days was the fiercest and most merciless of all.

He did not bluff—when he said he would kill your entire family, he meant it.

Elsewhere, Colonel Ludwilla Etgar strode confidently onto the reviewing stand, hands clasped behind his back, chin raised proudly.

What terrible words would emerge from the mouth that had ordered the execution of thousands of prisoners?

“Ahem!” He cleared his throat. “In the name of the great Führer Hitler, I hereby order the execution of all Hydra members infiltrating our great organization, attempting to subvert our cause! Anyone shouting ‘Hi! Hydra!’ is to be shot on the spot!”

Huh?

What? Not executing prisoners?

On the square, everyone was dumbfounded.

The captured Soviet, British, French, Polish, Jewish prisoners—all hardened criminals—were utterly confused. They had no idea what Hydra was.

Nor did they have the slightest connection with Hydra.

The Hydra members who had arrived felt their hearts sink to the bottom. It seemed the machine guns on the towers were not aimed at the prisoners but at them.

That life-or-death threat sent chills down every Hydra member’s spine.

They held onto a final sliver of hope, thinking the SS colonel might have misspoken.

At that moment, Ludwilla and his guard set the example. They drew their guns simultaneously—one shot Meimu in the abdomen, the other blew off Gomez Miller’s head before he could react.

Of course, Meimu’s bullet wound was fake.

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