Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"boom!"

The sudden loud noise suddenly woke up Sally Slovic from his sleep. He looked blankly in the direction of the sound, only to see that his originally weak door had been smashed into pieces by five or six people. A strong man with a gun rushed in fiercely.

Robbery?

However, Sali Slovic immediately rejected this ridiculous speculation. He is also considered a man who has seen the world, and it is obvious that these people behave in a manner that shows that they are all well-trained soldiers.

He quickly reviewed what he had done in the past few days in his mind, but he didn't find any big shot that he had offended? It just made Horowitz look awkward at the reception. But that was also because he owed him money that he hadn't paid back for several months, and Horowitz was such a loser, how could he have so much energy.

I saw a handsome young man walking in behind a few soldiers. He bowed gracefully towards Sally Slovic, who was still stunned on the bed. "Sally Slovic? I've heard about the name for a long time. I have not been involved in the counterfeiting industry before, but after I got to know more about it, I found that you are an outstanding person in this industry. Those who we found all praised you as a A master in this field, so I personally came to visit you, the master of counterfeiting. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

"..." It seems that today is my unlucky day. After sighing, Sally Slovic asked. "Excuse me, who are you?" He did not deny his talent for counterfeiting. He relied on his outstanding painting and handicraft skills to make counterfeit banknotes and passports. He always made a lot of money and lived a sensual life.

But the answer of the young man in front of him left him a little confused. "It's really rude that I forgot to introduce myself. I am the head of the German Secret Intelligence Service, Reinhard Heydrich."

Intelligence service? Shouldn't this kind of thing be handled by the counterfeit currency detection division of the police station? He just makes a living by making false claims, and has never conducted any espionage activities?

Ignoring the confused Sally Slovic, Reinhard walked to the table filled with various gadgets and pulled out a piece of paper. "U.S. dollar bills? You are so greedy." After appreciating this exquisite semi-finished U.S. dollar bill, he waved his hand and ordered. "Pack up everything here and take it away. We are going to move Mr. Sally."

After speaking, he looked at Sally Slovic with his hands behind his back and a half-smile. "Now, Mr. Sully, it's up to you to decide whether you want to work in a dark concentration camp until you die, or whether you want to work decently in a comfortable and clean studio."

Sally Slovic is a person who is quite aware of current affairs. He shrugged resignedly and said helplessly. "Then I can only choose the latter."

Reinhard nodded with satisfaction. "Wise decision. Write down the names of all the colleagues in this industry that you know. After writing, you can leave for heaven. Oh, don't get me wrong, the so-called heaven is just a rhetoric relative to the concentration camp. If you If you have the opportunity to stay in a concentration camp for a while, you will feel firsthand what hell is."

Taking the small book handed over by Reinhard, Sally Slovic wrote down the names of all the colleagues he knew, but presumably most of them had already been arrested.

After I finished writing, I was put in a black hood, taken downstairs, and stuffed into the car.

After sleeping in the shaking car for a while, he was woken up by the loud music. After a while, the hood on his head was taken off.

The first thing that caught your eye was that there were no less than two hundred people gathered in the spacious playground, neatly arranged in several rows, performing coherent movements similar to gymnastics to the music played by the loudspeakers. On the high wall in the distance are barbed wire, searchlights, and guard towers.

He couldn't help but ask when he saw that it was Reinhard who was sitting in the passenger seat. "Mr. Reinhard, may I ask what they are doing?"

Reinhard smiled. "This is called aerobics. It was His Highness's idea. You will come here every morning and afternoon. Exercise is good for your physical and mental health. Mr. Sally, are there many familiar faces here?"

"..." After his reminder, Sally Slovic actually found several familiar faces in the crowd. These people look pretty good, and it seems like life here is not difficult. "Then these people were all caught for counterfeiting? Is this a prison?" If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that there would be so many criminals engaged in counterfeiting in Germany. What surprised him most was the middle There are also a few Orientals with yellow skin and dark eyes.

"Among them are designers, printers, restorers, and bronze sculptors. They are a group of criminals who have nothing to do with counterfeiting. As for whether this is a prison, you can say it is or it is not. Get out of the car, Mr. Sally. , this will be your home from now on."

The car was parked next to the podium. After getting out of the car, Reinhard walked up to the podium and began to lecture the criminals who were lined up in a square below. "I believe you all understand why you were brought here. Even if you are shot for the crimes you have committed, it is not an exaggeration to shoot you. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cherishes talents and specially pardoned your crimes to give you the opportunity to atone for your crimes.

The place you are now in is called 'Andrew Factory', and you will carry out a secret mission codenamed 'Andrew'. Here we will provide you with the best materials and the most advanced machinery, so you can give full play to your talents. Many people should know the person next to me. After all, he is a master in your field, Sali Slovic. Mr. Sally, from now on you will lead the counterfeit currency team, Mr. Berg, you will be in charge of the calligraphy and painting team, Mr. Kleiman will be in charge of the document team, and Mr. Vogt will be in charge of the gold, silver and jewelry team. "

"As I said before, His Highness cherishes useful talents, not useless waste. In order to give you some motivation, I would like to tell you two pieces of news. One is that everyone's family members here will be properly taken care of by the empire, and parents You can live in the best nursing home, your wife can get a leisurely job, your children can go to the best schools, and you will also get corresponding wages. If you perform well, you can be arranged to meet with your family frequently."

"As for the second news, it's not very good. If any group fails to complete the set task, I will randomly select three people from that group and kill them every month, including their family members."

The last sentence was so murderous that everyone present felt a chill on their backs. No one thought that the head of the German Secret Service would joke with them casually.

Reinhard's gentle smile returned to his face again. "Of course, I sincerely hope that such an unpleasant situation will not occur. Okay, everyone, let's start working now. Our time is very precious. Mr. Sally, the task of your counterfeit currency team is the most important. I want to see it as soon as possible. Pounds, pounds that can be deposited into the British Empire Headquarters."

"Will everyone here be silenced after the project is completed?" Sally Slovic asked in a strange way after Reinhard left the podium. He already understood that the so-called "Andrew Factory" was actually a huge counterfeiting base.

There may not be any serious consequences for an individual secretly making some counterfeit currency, but when national forces get involved and start making counterfeit currency of another country, the blow to that country's finances can be said to be fatal.

However, this kind of behavior is also a double-edged sword. If it is traced, not only will the credit of the counterfeiting country suffer huge losses, but it may even trigger a war. If you lose the war, you can only give in, pay compensation, spit out what you have eaten, and possibly have a piece of flesh cut off.

Won? Then you are the boss. You can completely control the key enterprises, industries and strategic resource exploitation rights of your country, and make your own currency the world currency. No need to sneak around and get counterfeit money anymore. It's like if you have a machine gun, why don't you shoot it instead of stepping on your toes during a fight? Then they will be of little use, right?

Reinhard said seriously. "Mr. Sally, you imagine that the Crown Prince of Germany is too cold and ruthless. His Highness has always cherished talents. As long as you have skills, you can always live a comfortable life in the empire. And there are so many projects here that I'm afraid you can't do it. You can’t finish it until you die, and you don’t need to worry about being silenced. So I wish you a happy life here.”

After Reinhard left, the slightly fat director clapped his hands in fear. "I am Alz, the foreman here. If you need anything, just tell me. Except for sexual needs, you have to solve them yourself. I would like to warn you newcomers, don't think about escaping. Last time there was a The guy boasted that he had escaped from eight prisons. Later, he did escape, but when he came back the next day, only his upper body was left." When he said this, he deliberately lowered his voice and whispered. "If I'm not wrong, there are landmines outside the wall. Don't try to challenge your luck, you know? Okay, for the sake of everyone's lives, let's go to work. You four newcomers, first follow I'm going to disinfect and change into work clothes."

Only then did Sali Slovic notice that except for him and three other people, everyone present was wearing uniform clothes.

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

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

Alz was also a talkative person and pointed to the wall of a building not far away. "Look at the brand new walls. It was obviously built not long ago. We are the first batch to move in, and we have only been here for three months. Didn't you notice that there is still a faint smell of paint in the air?"

Sally Slovic shrugged his nose, and sure enough he smelled a very faint smell of paint. Turning a corner, he saw a basketball court not far away. "This can't be..."

Artz had already guessed Sally's doubts and nodded. "It's just for our entertainment. Didn't you see the goals on both sides of the playground just now? There is a football field there, and the top floor of that building is an indoor entertainment court. There are all kinds of billiards, billiards, tennis, badminton, movie rooms, swimming pools, etc. ."

Another newcomer said in shock. "Oh my God, isn't this a prison?"

Alz glanced at him and smiled. "Of course, if you can't leave this area freely, then this is a prison, but compared to other prisons, this is paradise. If you think of this as a closed town, then life is pretty decent."