Chapter 824: The Fish Dies or the Net Breaks? (Part 2)

In the early hours of February 5, when Roosevelt and the Joint Chiefs of Staff had just decided to temporarily maintain a cowardly decision in the Pacific, Joseph Kennedy, who was sleeping peacefully in the Geneva International Hotel, was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. He opened the quilt with sweat dripping down his face and found that his whole body was shivering - a shiver that chilled his heart. In the dream just now, he vaguely saw his second son, John Kennedy, who he had high hopes for, being shot by countless German bullets. He only had time to shout "father" before he fell in front of him covered in blood.

Although it was just a dream, the scene was so realistic that he was still frightened for more than half an hour. In the past few days, he first went to the Eagle's Nest, then to Crete, and even met with a series of big figures such as the Führer and Field Marshal Rommel. Everyone was very friendly to him and treated him like a distinguished guest, but he did not dare to relax at all. His second son was still struggling in the German prisoner-of-war camp, and he did not know whether the young man who had been living a life of luxury since childhood could survive. When he thought of this, his eyes turned red. He hated himself for not making up his mind earlier and getting him out of Germany earlier. He would deal with it after the war if it did not affect his personal future. He could not risk his son's life for an illusory dream of becoming president.

He had just finished breakfast and was thinking carefully about how to talk to the Germans. He wanted to achieve his goal without making a fuss, but he could not let the Germans blackmail him too much - the other party must have political purposes. If they only wanted money, it would be easy. He would not frown even if it was 5 million, 10 million or even 20 million US dollars!

The phone suddenly rang: "Dear Mr. Kennedy, is it convenient to talk? This is Schubert."

Schubert was an intelligence officer sent by the German side to Switzerland to contact him. He was nominally a diplomat, but in fact he was a member of the Fuhrer's adjutant office. He had great power and was well connected. He hurriedly said: "It's convenient, it's convenient, go ahead."

"Your son, John Jr., escaped from the prisoner-of-war camp last night and took away 9 prisoners in the same cell... In the early hours of the morning, the Gestapo conducted a large-scale investigation and caught up with him in the suburbs south of Stuttgart. Your son attracted the attention of the Gestapo to cover the escape of others. He was shot several times while resisting arrest..."

"Ah!" Joseph felt dizzy and the whole world was about to collapse.

"But because the prisoners of war grabbed a car, they escaped temporarily and are now heading towards the German-Swiss border."

"How is John? I mean, is he alive?"

"I guarantee it!" Schubert laughed a little frighteningly, "The bullets that hit your son were all submachine gun bullets specially made according to the Führer's instructions. The charge of each bullet is basically only half to one-third of the normal amount. We have done experiments. Unless it hits the head, heart, artery and other vital parts, it will not kill. The Gestapo deliberately avoided it when they opened fire - these guys are all sharpshooters, of course they can't avoid leaving a few scars. This car is a baggage truck we specially prepared. It not only has a large number of first aid kits and medicines, but also the old military uniforms of the escorts. Even the photo on the officer's certificate is very similar to your son."

Joseph immediately understood that this was not a prison break, this was clearly a script arranged by the Germans! He whispered, "I haven't thought about it yet, can I?"

"Then I'll notify the border troops to intercept him back?" Schubert smiled slightly in the microphone, "Your son is injured and needs to rest. He may not be able to escape again without a few months of rest."

"Okay, I agree. What do you need me to do?" Joseph gritted his teeth and risked his life because his concern for his beloved son overwhelmed everything.

"You prepare money to bribe the Swiss side. It's inconvenient for us to come forward. Anyway, just let them let the people cross the border... Of course, you have to pay for the car of medicine and car."

"That's all?"

"Yes, do you have any special instructions?"

"I know." Joseph said quickly, "Thank you for the deep friendship of the head of state. I will always remember it in my heart. I hope you can keep it confidential. In addition, I will donate 1 million US dollars to your country's Red Cross through secret channels."

"Thank you very much, your business will become more and more prosperous! If your friends have similar needs, please feel free to ask me. We will clearly mark the price and be fair to everyone."

That night, Joseph received John Kennedy and his party who had fled, and immediately sent them to the hospital for treatment.

"Father, why are you here?" John Kennedy fainted after asking only one question after he was sure that he was saved.

"I have been thinking about how to save you. I didn't expect that God would bless you and you would escape from the disaster!" Holding his son's hand, Joseph muttered to himself. He didn't dare to tell his son the truth, so he just fooled him first.

During the operation, he paced outside the operating room restlessly. Although the Germans guaranteed that everything would be safe, it was a day after all, and he didn't know the specific situation. In addition, the bandaged parts of his body were soaked with blood. The scene was really scary, and he couldn't let go of his hanging heart. The other American prisoners of war had long known that the superior had an extraordinary background and had a powerful father. Now that they had escaped and saw their long-lost compatriots, and John Kennedy saved their lives during the escape, they cried like crazy.

"Don't cry, don't cry, children, tell me about your prison break."

Everyone talked about it, and 10 people secretly dug a tunnel and escaped through the sewer. Considering that they were unfamiliar with the place in Germany, they decided to escape towards Switzerland. Then the Gestapo heard the news and came over. John Kennedy and another person walked through another road to protect the safety of the large army. As a result, they were shot and got the truck...

Joseph nodded. Judging from the situation, the arrangement was quite appropriate. If his son did not dare to stand up and attract the firepower of the Gestapo, he would probably have to spend a lot of time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel proud of John. Although he and the Germans had a tacit understanding and knew that he He will never die, but John himself is unaware of it, and luring the Gestapo away is obviously a shining example of self-sacrifice.

"It's not easy for you. God bless John, it's safe here and I will get you all back."

The door of the operating room was opened, and little John, who was pale and weak, was pushed out. The attending doctor also knew that Joseph had a good background, and introduced him in a respectful tone: "Young master, you are so lucky, he has won a total of There were 3 bullets, one stuck in the shoulder blade, one in the abdomen, and one on the side of the thigh. None of them are particularly important. I have taken them all out. As long as they recover well, there will probably be no problems in the future. The sequelae. After a few months of rest, you will be a lively young man again. Oh, you need to use a lot of penicillin to treat inflammation. This medicine is a bit expensive and the supply is very tight. If you have the channels, you might as well get more."

"Thank you very much." In the next few hours, the meticulous Joseph not only quickly obtained the urgently needed penicillin, but also copied a complete set of medical information including X-rays - this set of information will be the best if something happens in the future. Good evidence shows that Little John did escape with injuries - it was not a "fake injury".

Joseph, who was afraid of long nights and sleepy nights, secretly sent a telegram to Hopkins, telling Hopkins that John and his companions had escaped from prison and fled to Switzerland. He planned to fly to London in three days, then return to the United States via Great Britain to recuperate, and then report on the specific diplomatic negotiations in Germany. Condition. When he heard that John F. Kennedy was shot several times while protecting his companions, Roosevelt couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Good boy! Good brave boy! I will award him a medal when he comes back!"

After learning that John F. Kennedy's "prison escape" was successful, Ribbentrop asked puzzledly: "Führer, you have spent so much effort and you don't ask for anything in return from him? Even if you develop Joseph into our front line in the United States, Good people too.”

"It's too superficial to use it this way. Not only do I have to help with this, but I can't use it right now."

"You want?"

"A few years later, this young man became a senator and even the president of the United States. I talked about this incident with him over a drink. What do you think of this scene? Can you let him do a little favor for the interests of Germany?"

"Oh, God!" Ribbentrop exclaimed, "You see so far ahead. How do you conclude that he will become a senator or even president?"

"Intuition, terrible intuition!" Hoffman smiled, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out. Didn't Joseph offer $1 million? Couldn't $1 million buy the lives of 10 young people?"

Ribbentrop was smiling all over his face. In fact, the secret redemption of prisoners of war had been going on. Many of the British and American prisoners of war who had prominent family backgrounds but were not yet famous themselves had completed secret transactions - there were too many British and American officers and soldiers in the prisoner of war camp. If you don’t sell some, how can you make money to keep things running?

"In the past two days, the British have received supplies, and the black cats have begun to waver this way and that, unable to make up their minds." Ribbentrop said distressedly, "The day we fail to cut off the expectations of these British people, the day we will not be able to truly end the negotiations."

Black Cat is his nickname for the power of Edward VIII. Due to the heavy losses of the Axis Fleet in the Battle of Cape Verde, and the North Atlantic entering a period of rough sea conditions, Germany withdrew its surface fleet and broke the diplomatic system. Using only submarines to break diplomatic relations, the British-Canada route was restored with a loss rate of 50%, and British material transportation resumed after being cut off for several months.

Hoffman smiled: "That's natural. The so-called hesitant and wavering losers refer to them. Fortunately, they are such opponents. If Killing decisively accepts our conditions, I will have to worry about the future. Let's talk slowly, There will be results, and the rope around the neck of the British Empire will only get tighter. Currently, the Ar-234 Lightning jet bomber is rapidly forming an army. If the weather conditions improve by the end of this month, the British will soon be able to taste it. It tastes like a bomb - Jeshunek told me that the first batch will be no less than 500. "

"This is really exciting news, but if the US aid is not removed, we..." Ribbentrop still expressed his worries, "Or do we still need a landing campaign with live ammunition?"