While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Chapter 89 Spies from a Major Eastern European Power

Katz and Van Dill had just stepped out of the restaurant when Van Dill turned around and said, "Katz, wait a minute, come with me somewhere."

"it is good."

Katz, still confused, followed Van Diehl, twisting and turning until they arrived at the depths of a small alley.

The semi-basement was clean and tidy under dim lighting.

The bookshelf next to it was filled with books, some from America and some from Europe;

The largest number of them were from the Eastern European Empire.

In the middle of the basement, several young people were holding books. When they saw the two enter, they were momentarily nervous.

Then, upon seeing that it was Van Diehl, his expression softened.

Van der greeted the group and then introduced Katz to them.

After everyone got to know each other, Van der took a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Katz.

Katz glanced at the book cover and instantly felt the blinding light and power.

Then, his legs started shaking.

He followed Van Dijk only for higher wages and better benefits;

Rather than becoming a spy for the Eastern European Empire.

Van Diehl patted Katz on the shoulder and said, "There are very few people who are not swayed by money. You are now my comrade."

"Let us work together to fight for humanity's ultimate dream."

Katz was completely dazed. He knew all too well how much the American government, especially the FBI, cared about Eastern European spies.

Katz was pulled into a seat, and the group began to introduce him to their ideals and how to achieve them.

Compared to idealists who talk big, and radicals who disregard everything;

Van Diehl and others are more like knowledgeable, well-prepared, and goal-oriented pragmatists.

They hope all engineers will unite to fight against inhumane factory owners.

Then, we should develop step by step, trying to gain seats in parliament while also planning for a certain amount of armed forces.

When they talked about their ideals, they looked naive and innocent, their eyes filled with hope.

But Katz didn't listen to any of this.

After everyone finished speaking, Katz asked timidly, "Do we have any funding for this activity?"

Katz no longer cared; he was deeply tied to Van Diehl, and even if he withdrew now, he would still be targeted by the FBI.

Katz wanted to know how much funding was available for espionage activities, intending to use material enjoyment to fill the void of his fear.

They're all spies, how could they not be rich?

Unexpectedly, Van Diehl replied directly, "Funding?"

"What kind of funding do you need?"

"Are you having problems with your daily life?"

"We can chip in and help you get through this difficult time."

Katz's eyes widened instantly, and he thought in bewilderment:

Without funding, would you dare to undertake an activity that could cost you your life?

It seems the radio broadcast was right; the Eastern European empires had devices that could control people's brainwaves.

Katz waved his hand and replied, "No, I want to know about the organization."

"After all, it's inconvenient to do anything without money."

The group chatted for a while longer, but Katz was like a zombie, only nodding and saying "uh-huh".

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Katz took a few books and climbed back into his room.

Katz lived in a public housing estate in Detroit.

Public housing is housing built specifically for the poor in the United States; most of it consists of only one room and one toilet.

Even this was a cheap rental that Katz obtained from the government; he couldn't afford to buy it at all.

Katz pulled out his keys, mechanically opened the door, and, unable to lift his head, dragged himself to the bedside and lay down on it.

The books in his hands were scattered all over the floor, and the door wasn't even completely closed.

He kept his head down, looking at his toes, and didn't notice that three people were sitting by his bed.

Tom gestured, and Luca closed the door.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Smack."

Luca's leather shoes made a crisp sound, and the door slammed shut even louder.

Katz heard footsteps and the sound of a door closing, but he didn't look up. He just buried his head in the pillow, lost in thought.

Tom picked up the two small boxes, lifted them onto Katz's head, and opened them.

"Splash~"

The banknotes rained down on Katz's head like a storm.

There wasn't much money, only about two thousand US dollars, all in loose ten-dollar and fifty-dollar bills.

Katz snapped out of his daze and looked up at Tom.

But Tom didn't linger; he smiled at Katz and turned to leave the office.

After the three of them left, Luca asked Tom, "Brother Tom, are we just leaving like this?"

"That's two thousand dollars, are we just going to give it to him for free?"

Tom simply replied, "No rush, let the dollars fly for a while."

Katz looked at the banknotes and found a note among them with the address of Tom's hotel and Tom's room number.

Katz threw the note away, grabbed a handful of money, and planned to go out and have some fun.

As for whether Tom will retaliate against him?

Katz believed he had already infiltrated a spy organization and that the FBI would be watching him sooner or later, so why was he worried about Tom's retaliation?

Let's have some fun first.

Public housing is naturally the most decadent place in major American cities.

Self-employed young lady,

The boxing ring below

Cash poker tables

Turkish high-quality goods —

There's no fun you can't find.

Of course, Katz didn't go after the Turkish swindlers, not because he was particularly noble.

Rather, it's because this era is full of ruthless and dangerous things that he doesn't dare to reveal them.

Two thousand dollars seems like a lot.

This is equivalent to two hundred thousand US dollars in later times.

But is it really that hard to spend all of it?

Especially when he, this "fat pig," enters the gray area.

Fortunately, he was a long-time resident of public housing; otherwise, it's questionable whether he would have survived leaving this shady place.

Those who can run shady businesses in public housing are usually powerful figures like the Corleone family, and they generally don't engage in short-sighted practices.

Especially when dealing with a customer who spends money recklessly.

At 5 p.m., Katz returned to the public housing.

It was still that small, cramped room;

It was still that cheap, old bed.

But only a few banknotes remained on the bed that hadn't been taken in time.

It's over three digits, but it's not even enough for three hundred dollars.

Katz reminisced about the afternoon, the first time he had truly experienced being human.

Surrounded by stars, a flock of phoenixes paying homage to the dragon —

Katz vowed that he would live this kind of life forever.

Katz threw back the covers and began frantically searching for the note Tom had left behind.

Finally, he found the note of redemption under the bed.

Katz took the remaining money, took a good shower, bought what he considered to be the most presentable and cleanest clothes, and headed to the address on the note.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Katz realized that even the most presentable clothes he wore didn't look as expensive as the ones worn by the receptionist.

Before he could even ask how to get to the room, Tom's cheerful voice rang out from behind him.

"Katz, I knew you would come looking for me."

Katz turned his head and saw Tom just walking into the hotel, as if he had just finished something and was coming back.

But Katz didn't care; all he wanted to know was how to keep making money, and making a lot of money!