"Demons? It's a little hard for me to get used to being called that by someone whose hands are soaked in blood. At the very least, my compatriots and I haven't slaughtered so many innocent people. We've merely made money through various means."
Faced with the death threat of the infamous Red Skull, the old Jewish man remained remarkably calm and even rebutted him with well-founded arguments.
Clearly, he had come prepared to die.
After all, Hydra had once been close allies with the **, who hated Jewish people with extreme fervor. The two sides shared the same values and ideals.
But John Schmidt sneered mockingly without the slightest politeness. "Yes! You indeed haven't stained your hands with blood like I have, but that isn't because you're so noble. It's because you're better at hiding your despicable tricks. If I merely kill people, then you devour living human beings alive, skin and all. Besides, don't think I don't know how many revolting methods you used to establish your own country in the Middle East. And in order to avoid being expelled and rejected again, you even used the power of public opinion to dress yourselves up as victims. You really did learn every last bit of Goebbels's propaganda theory and the Führer's racial cleansing."
"So what? Now the whole world believes that we Jewish people are one of the smartest and most united peoples on Earth. There are even huge numbers of people who worship us. But your Hydra and ** Germany have already been nailed to the pillar of shame in history."
As he spoke, a flicker of undisguised pride flashed through the old Jewish man's eyes.
How could he not be proud?
As an old man who had personally lived through the anti-Jewish wave that swept across Europe