Chapter 41:

Chapter 41:

"boom!"

The sudden loud noise woke up Sally Slovic from his sleep. He looked blankly in the direction of the sound, and saw that his originally not very strong door had been smashed open and five or six brawny men with guns rushed in fiercely.

Robbery?

But Sally Slovic immediately denied this ridiculous speculation. He can be regarded as someone who has seen the world before, and it is obvious that these people's behavior shows that they are all well-trained soldiers. Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

He quickly reviewed the things that he had done these days in his mind, but couldn't remember any encounter where he offended any big people. I just insulted Horowitz a little bit at the reception. But that's also because he owed me money for several months and didn't pay it back, and Horowitz is just a little man from the slums, how can he possess the ability to send soldiers to raid.

He then saw a handsome young man walk in from behind the few soldiers, gracefully leaning towards Sally Slovic, who was still on the bed. "Sally Slovic? I have been hearing your name for a long time. I had nothing to do with the counterfeiting industry before, but after I learned more about it, I found that you are a very good one in this line. Everyone in your profession praised you without exception, so I personally came to visit you, master of counterfeiting.

"..." It seems that today is my unlucky day. Sighing secretly, Sally Slovic asked. "Excuse me, who are you?" He does not deny his talent for counterfeiting. With his outstanding painting and handcraft skills to make counterfeit banknotes and fake passports, he can always get a lot of income and live a sensual life.

But the answer of the young man in front of him made him a little confused. "It was rude of me not to introduce myself earlier. I am the head of the German Secret Service, Reinhard Heydrich."

Intelligence department? Shouldn't this kind of case go to the counterfeit money detection division of the police station? He just lives by fraud, and hasn't conducted any espionage activities?

Ignoring the puzzled Sally Slovic, Reinhard walked to the table full of various gadgets and pulled out a piece of paper. "Dollar bills? You are so greedy." After admiring this exquisite semi-finished dollar bill, he waved his hand and ordered. "Pack up everything present here, you are going to move into another place, Mr. Sally."

After speaking, he looked at Sally Slovic with a smile. "Now, Mr. Sally, it's up to you to decide whether you want to work till death in a dark concentration camp, or do a decent job in a comfortable and clean studio."

Sally Slovic shrugged and said helplessly. "Then I can only choose the latter."

Reinhard nodded in satisfaction. "A wise decision. Write down all the names of your colleagues in this line of work you know. After you write them, you can leave for heaven. Oh, don't get me wrong. The so-called heaven is just a rhetoric relative to concentration camps. If you have the opportunity to stay in a concentration camp for a while, you will understand what true hell is."

"After the project is completed, will the people here stop talking forever?" Sally Slovich asked nervously after Reinhard left the podium. He already understands that this so-called "Andrew Factory" is actually a huge fraud base.

Individuals secretly making counterfeit money may not have any serious consequences, but when national forces get involved and start making counterfeit coins of other countries, the blow to that country's finances can be said to be fatal.

But this behavior is also a double-edged sword. If it is tracked down, not only will the credit of the counterfeiting country suffer huge losses, it may even lead to war. If the war is lost, it can only admit counsel, pay compensation, spit out what was eaten, and possibly cut a piece of meat.

Won? Then you are the boss. You can completely control the key enterprises, industries and strategic resource mining rights of the defeated country, and make your currency the world currency. There is no need to sneak any counterfeit money.

Reinhard said seriously. "Mr. Sally, you have considered the German Crown Prince too cold and ruthless. Your Royal Highness always cherishes talents. As long as you have skills, you can always live comfortably in the Empire. And there are so many projects here that you may not be able to complete even if you work here for your entire life, so you don't have to worry about getting killed. Then I wish you a happy life here."

After Reinhard left, the slightly blessed director clapped his hands. "I'm the foreman here. If you have any needs, tell me what you need. As for your sexual needs, you have to solve them yourself. I want to kindly warn you newcomers, don't try to run away, last time there was a guy who boasted that he had escaped from eight prisons. Later he did escape from here, but when he was brought back next day, only his upper body was left." He said in a low voice deliberately. "If I'm not wrong, the fence is covered with mines. Don't even try to challenge your luck, you know? Well, for the sake of everyone's life, go and work. The four of our newcomers will come with me to disinfect and change into work clothes."

Sally Slovic noticed that all the people present except him and the other three were wearing uniform clothes.

He shrugged and sighed, following Artz. Although he was alone and had no family to take care of, there were more than forty people in the counterfeit group he was in charge of, and he couldn't bear to see some of these people die in vain.

"Uh, Artz, do you know when this 'Andrew Factory' was established?" He didn't want to inquire about secrets, he was just curious.

Artz was also a good talker, and pointed to the building wall not far away. "You see that the walls are brand new. Obviously they have just been built. We were the first to move in, and we have only been here for three months. Didn't you notice the slight smell of paint in the air?"

Sally Slovic shrugged his nose and really smelled a very light paint odour. Turning a corner, he actually saw a basketball court not far away. "This won't be..."

Artz had already guessed Sally's doubts and nodded. "It's just for entertainment. You didn't see the goal on both sides of the playground just now? There is a football field, and the top floor of that building is an indoor casino. Billiards, table tennis, tennis, badminton, and cinema, swimming pool, etc. Complete."

Another newcomer was surprised. "My God, isn't this a prison?"

Artz glanced at him and said with a smile. "Of course, if you can't leave this place freely, then this is a prison, but compared to other prisons, this is heaven. If you think of this as a closed town, then life is pretty decent."