mc-med Chapter 1465 11464 It’s hard to pass, but it’s easy to pass
Chapter 1465 11464 It’s hard to pass, but it’s easy to pass
Chapter 1465 1.1464 It’s hard to pass, but it’s easy to pass
Similar to the skylight on the roof of an old bus that can be opened upward for ventilation, the ventilation window in the bathing compartment can also be opened upward at an angle of up to 45°. And it is an electric lift, so there is no need for manual control at all. When I was doing the "Head of State Service" before, I just "inadvertently" looked up under the skylight. I discovered this skylight. Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, came up and tried it out for herself. When it was lifted up at a maximum 45° angle, the gap was enough for one person. In and out.
"Exactly what I thought."
This ventilation skylight, which had to be opened, was the only flaw in the entire heads of state train. Under normal circumstances, the ventilation skylight does not need to be opened because the internal ventilation system of the train is fully sufficient. However, when there are three female celebrities serving the head of state using a small dressing room and five bathrooms at the same time, the ventilation system in the car cannot keep up with the required air exchange. The reason is simple. The bathroom environment in a closed compartment is relatively closed. Coupled with the large accumulation of water vapor, the oxygen content in the air decreases sharply. Bathers will faint due to lack of oxygen in the brain, which may even lead to death.
Of course, in order to prevent possible safety risks, the ventilation window is set on the top of the high compartment, and bulletproof tank top armor is installed. Considering the possible attacks, the protection is absolutely no problem. Moreover, under the current technical conditions, no one can hover vertically 300 meters in the air from directly above the train without knowing it. What's more, this ventilation window will only be opened briefly under special circumstances.
Such as now.
After fixing the simple climbing tool specially developed by the "SA3" sister group, Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, successfully lowered into the bathing car.
The mist, which was so thick that she could barely see her fingers, just obscured her figure. Of course, there should be no surveillance, and there should be no guards either. What pervert would film in a women's bathroom!
Slowly squatting down in the thick fog, kneeling on one knee. With a much clearer perspective from near the ground, the assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie, saw three slim figures taking a bath.
This means that the safest place in this bathing carriage at the moment is the small dressing room. Because it's likely that the Führer's personal maid was cleaning the marble and enameled stainless steel tubs in the two master bathrooms.
Gently opening the door of the dressing room, the familiar furnishings suddenly awakened the "fusion memory" of Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director.
Fortunately, all carriages maintain the classic through-passage design, just keep walking forward.
After safely passing through two quiet front sleeper cars, the moment Mrs. Katie opened the lunch car, several members of the Führer's Guard who were having a dinner immediately stood up and saluted.
The assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie, who was well prepared, deliberately did not lock the dressing room door. While listening to the uninterrupted sound of the shower, she carefully took off her tight-fitting leather jacket and arranged the authentic SS Major uniform. Use the shortest possible time to pick out the color that suits you and touch up the makeup on your face that was just stained by steam.
Just before the water in the shower stopped, Mrs. Katie, the assistant casting director, who had finished her make-up, put on a large-brimmed military hat and elegantly opened the dressing room door. He took a deep breath and opened the pneumatic door of the bathing car.
She still had to make a time lag and get out before the makeup artist arrived.
The dressing table with a gilt dressing mirror is filled with a dazzling variety of cosmetics. The variety is even more complete than the private dressing rooms of leading ladies in major movie studio productions. Not only are they arranged neatly layer by layer, but they are also deliberately wiped clean. Under the illumination of professional makeup lamp, it releases the soft luster unique to high-grade materials. It will not affect the real effect of makeup light and color at all.
In short, a small dressing room can show the luxury of the Heads of State train that transcends the times. Not even Berlin's most exclusive Adlon Hotel can compare.
To get from the bathing car where she is at the moment to the head of state's box, the assistant casting director, Mrs. Katie, has to pass through two front sleeper cars, a lunch car, two passenger cars, a front dining car, and a guard car. carriage and a command carriage.
As Mrs. Katie, who created the "Führer Service" under the instruction of the "Black Prince of the Third Reich", she is not only familiar with the internal structure of the Führer Train, but also the entire one-stop "service process." And she also had the genuine rank of SS Major. All kinds of favorable factors combined, so she dared to take risks alone. As she said, this is the decision of the entire "SA3 sister group".
"Hi, Hitler!"
"Hi, Hitler!" As a superior being saluted by her subordinates, Mrs. Katie did not need to straighten her arms to perform a full salute, she only needed to turn her palms up. This is also an important detail.
Before several of the guards of the head of state could speak, Mrs. Katie took off her hat, revealing her blond hair, "What are you doing tonight?" "Sir, these are all leftovers from the press conference." The chief of the guards of the head of state answered. I thought this strange female major looked a little familiar.
"No wonder." Mrs. Katie picked up a pair of knives and forks belonging to an unknown person, quickly cut off a piece of steak carefully cooked by Chef Adlon, and put it into her sexy red lips.
"Hmm..." Everyone understood the expression: "It's much more delicious than a 'black tin can'."
German canned meat is commonly known as "Schwarzblech". Anyone who has eaten it will understand.
"Sir, what are you doing..." the head guard asked carefully.
"I also watched a movie with an hungry stomach, and I could only stand most of the time." Mrs. Katie complained while eating, without stopping for a moment with the knife and fork in her hands: "Young men, I don't need to explain the rules. You should eat. Eat and drink. When the "Führer's Food Truck" passes by, no matter what is under those "golden dinner covers", you are not allowed to look at it, you are not allowed to ask, and you are not allowed to say anything."
"As you command, ma'am." There was a natural transition from "sir" to "ma'am." It was obvious that the guard of the head of state had remembered the true identity of the deputy casting director, Mrs. Katie. As for what is about to happen next, the guards serving on the Heads of State train must have heard of it more or less.
"Okay, boys." Mrs. Katie put down her knife and fork gracefully, wiped her red lips with a white napkin, and stuffed the napkin with the lip print into the guard's uniform pocket as a "suit pocket square" : "Wish you all good appetite."
"I wish you all the best, madam." Facts have proved that there are not many men who can resist Mrs. Katie's beauty trap at close range.
As the door of the Chinese dining car closed behind him, the laughter of the Führer's guards rang out a moment later. Ms. Katie, the assistant casting director, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did the master say? Yes, it is difficult to pass."
Silently cheering herself up in her mind, Mrs. Katie put on her officer's hat again and walked towards the dimly lit passenger compartment.
Before the guard behind the door turned around to salute, Mrs. Katie signaled silence and passed between the two men without looking back.
The two guards completely failed to see the face of Mrs. Katie, who had taken the initiative to attack.
After a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Katie was gone. If you think about it again, it will be too late.
"Krista, I'm fine, you go and have a rest." When passing by a large box, a strange yet familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Aiwa, the head of state is okay, don't worry. There must be other reasons why I don't see you."
The person who spoke was the Führer's most trusted personal secretary, "Miss Schroeder," Krista Schroeder.
The other most trusted personal secretary of the Head of State is obviously the "First Lady" Eva Braun.