novelSusiti 31 I don't like medals at all.
31 I don't like medals at all.
This time, Sean did more than just predict Germany's victory.
They even accurately predicted the actions Germany would take.
An airborne assault, a decapitation strike.
He even invented beheading.
Everyone kept repeating the name of this ordinary person.
Sean Wayne.
What an amazing guy.
Omg.
"He guessed it."
"Guess what Germany will do? Is this a guess? This is a prophecy."
This isn't a guess; it's as if he was involved in devising the plan.
People in Times Square, New York, brushed past the newsstands, put down the New York Times they had picked up, and chose the Los Angeles Times next to them.
When everyone saw the news, they were left with only deep shock.
"How on earth did Sean Wayne do that?"
Jeffrey's hands were trembling as he held the newspaper.
As a critic, he knew just how terrible Sean's articles could be.
What is a critic? It's someone who comments on something.
Since it's a comment, it must be something that has already happened or is happening now.
That's ridiculous. This is a prophecy, not a comment.
The key point is that he was accurate time and time again.
"Is he the Son of God?" Jeffrey cursed helplessly.
San Pedro Bay, Los Angeles.
A large group of workers gave the middle finger to the fat pig, Bisherp.
"Fatty, Sean won again. Yes, he's won again. I've noticed that he hasn't missed a single battle in any of Germany's wars so far."
"By Shep, are you still laughing at Sean? He's the hottest commentator right now, I heard the Los Angeles Times is paying him $50 a commentary."
He's not the porter you were talking about anymore.
"I think if Sean were to file a complaint against you now, the union would definitely get you fired immediately."
"You bunch of bastards!" The fat hamster cursed, hands on its hips and neck hunched over.
"By Shep, Sean is right, you're a coward. From today onwards, we won't give you any brokerage fees. After all, the gang has already taken the union's fees. If you still want to extort us..."
We're going on strike. If you think hiring those immigrant workers will solve the problem, you're sorely mistaken. We'll file a class-action lawsuit against you at the union; we're American citizens.
"You bastards."
"Hahaha, invincible!"
O'Connor danced on his boss's desk.
Everyone at the newspaper knew that their editor-in-chief had gone mad.
At Swallows Church, Father Hudson kneels before the cross, performing his morning prayers.
"Father, Father."
"Shh, be quiet. I'm praying to the Almighty Lord to help that kind boy, Sean, through this difficult time."
After the priest finished speaking, he bowed his head and put his hands together in prayer.
"No need, no need. Denmark was defeated in a day, and Oslo was airdropped by the German Luftwaffe. Just like Sean said, you don't need to pray for him. No, you should pray for him. He's like a demon."
"Watch your words, this is a sacred church." The priest stood up in displeasure.
The priest awkwardly composed himself, "I mean, he's like an all-knowing God."
"Watch your words, this is a sacred church."
"Okay, I mean, he's a prophet, my God, do people like that really exist? Someone who can predict the future?"
"Priest, you need to calm down. No one can predict the future; that is the realm of God."
Washington, D.C.
A small discussion is taking place here, not about a topic, but about a person.
"Sean Wein is a strange person. He is the only foreign hero officially recognized in German history. How should I put it, I find it very unreal. Could he be a spy?"
"Are you serious? You can't be serious, can you?"
"Yes, Congressman Smith is definitely joking. Are you joking?"
"Why do you say that?" Bald Smith asked, looking at the people opposite him.
Why would German spies release information about an upcoming German Air Force operation in advance?
"Yes, isn't this letting the other side prepare? It's informing the whole world of Germany's deployment."
"Only a fool would think that. How could Sean be a German spy? What spy would leak secrets?"
"You!" Congressman Smith glared angrily at the person opposite him.
"Actually, I also think it's unbelievable. He predicted the upcoming actions of the German Air Force. The Germans did not regard him as their most terrible enemy, but rather as a hero."
"Yes, it's unbelievable. What are the Germans thinking?"
"I think, I think they've all lost their minds."
Yes, Sean's prophecy came true.
This is something that all ordinary people talk about with great interest.
The view of high-level officials from various countries is that Germany's actions are even more perplexing. What exactly are they thinking?
When did Germany's Supreme Command become so secretive?
"Their behavior seems very strange. We can't figure them out right now. The unknown enemy is the most terrifying. We can't analyze what they will do next."
In her Los Angeles apartment, Hanni wore her white dress, revealing her cleavage, and even sprayed on perfume.
She watched Sean lying on the sofa, legs bent, looking like a total shut-in, his eyes sparkling.
Even the way Lord Sean rests has a unique charm.
The Empire's great victory was entirely due to Sean's brilliant tactics.
Hannie scoffed at the idea of a prophecy. As an agent, she knew perfectly well that Goring had acted according to Sean's instructions, and that Sean had indirectly devised the tactics.
This is a classic chicken-or-egg problem, and history has left us with a confused answer.
Bang bang bang.
"Come in."
Sean sat up from the sofa.
"Sean, you're right, you're right. Denmark surrendered in a day, and paratroopers stormed Oslo. Everyone outside is talking about it, and everyone says you're a prophet."
How did you do that? Tell me?
Can you really see the future?
Yes, I can see it; in fact, I have experienced the future.
Sean scratched his head. "Mr. Jason, are you kidding me? Who can see the future? This isn't science fiction, and it's not a fairy tale."
"Okay, I'm so excited, you know, Sean, you're the person I admire most in my life."
Yes, Hanni inwardly agreed. The heroes of the Empire were great, and you, a mere Jew, were not worthy to talk to him. Mr. Sean's words were full of wisdom.
I will dedicate my life to Lord Sean.
He was a great prophet.
"I heard Germany awarded you another medal."
"What did you say?" Sean looked at Jason, but his gaze was on Hanni.
"Don't you know? News from Europe, from the Observer, calls you the greatest hero, and you've received the highest honors."
"Sean, how did you do that?"
I?
You're asking me?
Whom should I ask?
"Sean, by the way, I bought lobsters. Come over to my house for dinner tonight. I'm going to get them ready now."
Watching Jason leave the apartment, Sean stared once again at Germany's most beautiful secret agent.
"Tell me? What did I do this time?"
"The Air Assault Division has accomplished an unprecedented feat and a great victory, all of which are inseparable from Your Excellency."
You are now known as an American hero who created miracles for the Empire.
The medal is on its way.
This is the highest honor, do you like it?
Hanni's face flushed with excitement.
"I don't like it, I don't want any medals at all."
Hanni was stunned.
She hasn't said something yet: "This time there are two, and you don't like them?"
The other one was applied for for you by the SS.