Chapter 142: The Fall of the SDP
In a mere three months after Bruno had introduced the Volkswagen Type I, the vehicle could be seen everywhere on the streets. The fact of the matter is, an affordable automobile built for middle-class families and filled with comforts that weren't even found on the majority of luxury vehicles found in the Reich other than those latest models sold at exorbitant prices from Daimler Benz, made the people's automobile the most popular car in the world.
So much so that the factory couldn't keep up with the current demand. And though this was a temporary problem, Bruno did not mind it in the slightest. He would not, of course, jack up the prices despite the limited supply and high demand.
After all, it was meant to be an affordable option for middle-class families. And that would be counter intuitive. Considering the overwhelming wealth Bruno currently possessed, extracting the most profit possible was not really a concern for him. He was, after all, a man of humble nature, and was seldom tempted by avarice.
Which itself was a rarity among mankind. Nevertheless, it was perhaps because these Volkswagen Beetles were so prominent in the Reich, that it was no surprise that when it came winter, there were many parked along the streets of Berlin.
The night sky was blotted out by clouds and snowfall, so much so that the city of Berlin was unusually illuminated for the time of the day. After all, the streetlights simply could not escape into the darkness of the universe, rather their brightness was captured within the clouds, and thus made the city abnormally well lit.
This was less than ideal for a man like Erich who stepped outside of his government issued Type I beetle, whose paint job was as black as night, just like the rest of the Type I's as they were sold in a single color to reduce costs.
He, along with several other men, dressed in black tailored suits that were worn beneath leather trench coats, opened up the trunk of the vehicle, where several firearms were on display. Erich pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one such device where he took a long drag, all the while picking up an MP-34 submachine gun from the automobile's storage
compartment.
After doing this he racked the charging handle, ensuring a 9x19mm round was properly chambered before flicking on the safety, where he slung the weapon around his back and took the cigarette from his map, nimbly keeping it held before his fingers as he spoke to the agents beneath his command.
"The target is living in that building over there... Our informant in the SDP tells us that after failing to gain any seats within the Reichstag during the election, he has progressively become more unstable...