"Clank", the sound of the lock's teeth rang continuously, Alexei meticulously broke the lock of the drawer, the small drawer looked so small, yet it wasn't easily to break, it took him quite a while to succeed.

  "...! Olga! Is that it?", Alexei pulled the drawer open, took out a neatly stored document file from inside. Without any doubt, Olga opened it and skimmed through it and quickly concluded: This was one of the two important documents related to the Photon Accelerator that the Nazis had been trying to hide for so long.

  "Geheim!", a stamp was right on the cover. Inside the room were many other secret documents and military equipment projects, the common point was that they were only at the sketch and idea stage. What was overlooked by the people who were always on high alert to break this top secret project was that the guards had caught them right from the start. The sharp sound of gunfire from the end of the corridor broke the silence of Olga's group that had just arrived.

  "Karl! Take it! Run back to the office! Our group will wait for you at the back gate!", Olga quickly pressed the document into Karl's chest, the alarm sounded, the lights also went out, the red light from the corridor emitted a small light remains into the room.

  Karl had not yet recovered when the group of people had run away, he quickly looked outside but there was no one. Confusion, but had no choice but to run back to the office, on the way, he met Müller.

  "You brat! Stop right there.", Karl yell, Müller's mind was in turmoil as he ran after the guards, not knowing what had happened.

  Karl pulled him to a corner, "You said you hate government, right? That your aunt's death is related to the government, right?", Karl asked urgently. Müller was confused, they were obviously involved in this! But saying it out loud was nothing more like seeking death. Faced with the question, Müller mildly replied:

  "No, she suffered from severe depression, then hanged herself, they have nothing to do with—..."

  "You're lying!", Karl interrupted, "You know very well that your aunt was persecuted to death because she covered up for the Jews. You know that, right?!"

  "...", Müller was speechless. No matter how horrible the truth was, we still had to believe in the beautiful words painted by the authorities, how could I dare to say it so bluntly? Müller thought to himself.

  "How long are you going to live this life where you have eyes but are blind, have a mouth but are mute, Müller?"

  Even at this point, he still couldn't open his mouth, he knew, this miserable life of his was just like that - bowing and resigning himself to fate. What else could he do? If possible, he also wanted to contribute his small part to the liberation of Germany from this cursed regime.

  Karl handed Müller a cloth bag, inside was a stamped file. He looked down at the bag, then back at Karl.

  "What do you want me to do with this...?"

  "You'll see.", in his words, one could feel the confusion, mixed with a bit of incomprehension.

  "Now run down to the basement with the soldiers, I'll wait for you outside."

  With that, Karl turned and walked away, his figure blending into the hurried crowd, then disappeared. Müller had no choice but to do as he said, because after all, the thing inside the bag would somehow help bring justice to his aunt.

  It ran down to the basement, leading to a corridor that, due to the emergency lights, or was it its imagination, was so vast that it could not see the other end? It bumped into shelves countless times before reaching the emergency exit.

  The soldiers began to shoot towards the end of the road, Müller panicked and hid to one side. He waited until they finished shooting before he dared to run again, when suddenly a beam of light from the outside world appeared behind the door that had been blown open, and only then did Müller realize how long this corridor was.

  Once outside, the sound of sirens was heard everywhere, and headlights illuminated the entire sky. In general, it was very chaotic and chaotic. Before Müller could even catch his breath, he was pulled down the side door by Karl.

  "There will be a group of resistance soldiers coming here, your task is to give them the cloth bag you are carrying, understood?", Karl said calmly.

  "...Understood."

  "They will open the gate in a moment, you run down but don't follow them, head northwest, there will be a man in a hat waiting for you."

  "..."

  "I'm counting on you, Müller.", Karl patted his shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd again.

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  He did as Karl said. When the soldiers started to open the side gate, Müller was one of them, he waited for them to be distracted and then ran into the bushes by the path, no one knew that he had run away to the edge of the forest on the other side. As Karl said, there was a man in shabby clothes wearing a belt and a pair of army boots, but no shirt, wearing a German resistance band on his arm, his bearded face looked both funny and fierce.

  "You're Müller, right?", his voice was hoarse, scaring Müller to death.

  "... That's right."

  "Hmph... Where's 'that thing'?"

  "Here", he handed over the cloth bag, then took it to check, nodded.

  "All good, thank you.", he turned and walked away.

  "Wait!", Müller held him back.

  "...?"

  "I... Can I join resistance...?"

  "You?..."

  "..."

  The guy looked at him, looking doubtful, he had never met this boy before.

  "Alright, but I need to check your identity later, kid. Follow me.", that boy seemed harmless anyway, he thought.

  Just like that, he followed the resistance soldier to the camp deep inside the forest on the outskirts of the capital.

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  From the bustling crowd, there was a calm man walking against the frantic crowd. Karl mildly pushed the door open and stepped out from the second side gate, there were a few silhouettes from under the bushes he barely see, immediately predicted that they were his men, Karl quickly ran down.

  Panting, his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he wanted to escape this place once and for all.

  "Karl!", Alexei hissed softly. "Where have you been for so long...!?", he looked like he was afraid that something bad would happen.

  While Yan's group ran from the west side gate, towards the nearby town. Olga and her teammates would escape towards the forest, inside there would be a group of resistance soldiers waiting for them.

  But life is never as their predictions, if only Karl had not run to find Müller, they would have escaped earlier. The group was accidentally hit by the headlights, they quickly fired a series of machine gun bullets, the yellow sparks seemed to cut straight into the heart, pouring down like endless rain.

  Olga suddenly held his chest, then fell to the ground, blood gradually seeped out on her cloth shirt. Alexei saw this and quickly pulled him away, but it was too late, while he dragged Olga, Alexei could not keep up with the loads of machine guns above, then a bullet hit his hip, then right leg, the enemy's machine gun fire tirelessly. Alexei tried to stand up, but he had no strength left.

  Is this the end? He thought, then looked at Karl who was hiding behind and shooting back, they charged to their position, there were so many of them, he couldn't count how many are they.

  Olga lay beside him, lifeless, still breathing lightly, but he was probably dying. Alexei himself felt his eyes blurring, his grip on the gun loosening.

  The rain suddenly poured down, each drop heavy, dragging the miserable people back to reality - a reality that they could not survive this war, even though victory was so close.

  Karl began to shoot back, but with just the Luger, it was made no different at all. There was no one left capable of escaping, the rustling footsteps from the bushes were getting closer.

  Karl, should you put down his gun? His heart was torn, should he, or shouldn't? Fighting back at this point was meaningless.

  He accepted his fate, the bitter truth that the Red Army had already begun to roam the outskirts of Berlin, and yet he couldn't wait for them to arrive.

  Karl threw the gun, raised hands to the sky, he closed eyes as he accepted it.

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  Sitting inside the interrogation room, Karl's hands were tied behind the chair, his face was still cold as ice, alone facing the four corners of the lifeless room, feeling as if he was being confronted by the silence in the room.

  He had never felt the usual ceiling light as heavy as today, as if it wanted to burn his eyes with its brutal fire.

  Karl sat there, not knowing how long, when suddenly, in the dull hum of the surrounding silence, he heard the sound of shoes hitting down the concrete floor, as if they were walking towards him. Clang, someone opened the door from behind him.

  "...", the stranger kept silent, Karl felt him lightly slide his hand across his chair, the movements were very leisurely. The man's hand moved lightly from the chair to his shoulder, then lightly tapped.

  "Psh! Look at your face! Karl!"

  It turned out to be the old doctor. Without any formality, he immediately spill everything to Karl.

  "I don't like to play around with people close to me, Karl. Be honest with me: Are you the one pulling the strings behind the scenes?", the old man clasped his hands together, placing them on the table.

  Things have come to this point, denying and arguing will be futile, but if it's with him then..., "Hpmh! I have nothing to do with this, they set me up for their scheme."

  Demian ignored him, threw a file with a photo of himself four years ago on the table, as if in contempt and disappointment, not caring that he had thrown it out of the table and dropped it on the floor.

  "Ivanovic, you do very good, this old man can't save you anymore."

  Demian continued, "You have two choices: I will personally execute you, and everyone will only know that you had an accident and died. Or..."

  Karl was silent, bowed his head and turned away, in his mind he knew what would come next.

  "Or you will be tried in a people's court, hanged. You know very well what will happen if your story reaches the people, right?"

  "...", he still said nothing, just nodded slightly.

  He stood up and leaned forward, reaching out to take his hand.

  "... You deserve better than this, indeed, but only if you don't collude with those Bolshevik bastards, Karl."

  Demian squeezed Karl's hand lightly, then let go, and then he turned to leave, before the door closed, he turned his head, as if to say goodbye to him for the last time.

  It's not going anywhere, he thought. If only, just "if only"? There's nothing left to save his life.

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