Gravedigger of the Empire

"Hi! Beautiful lady...we meet again." Leaning against the front desk, Kahn waved to the little girl.

"It's you, looking for Mr. Vic again?" The post office receptionist's big eyes blinked, her face full of smiles.

"Yeah, how about it? Doesn't this military uniform suit me well?" Kahn slightly raised his chin.

"Pfft..." The little girl couldn't help but laugh: "Stop being so vain!"

"Okay, then can you tell me if Mr. Vic is here?" Finally, Kahn got to the point.

"He's in his office," the girl answered crisply.

Girls always treat handsome guys with extra kindness.

A handsome guy blocking the road is called a "wall slam," while an ugly guy blocking the road is called "perverted molestation"—that's just how realistic the world is.

Kahn waved and walked up the familiar stairs, his military boots making a pleasant thud on the wooden floor.

Pushing open Vic's door, Kahn put on the smile he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror the night before: "We meet again, Mr. Vic!"

"Yes, we meet again. What you promised me last time..." Vic put down his work, indicating that Kahn could relax a bit.

"I think you should look for a larger warehouse," Kahn said, pulling out a chair and sitting down opposite Vic.

Vic was taken aback. He really didn't like the young man in front of him, because the other man gave him the feeling of darkness, complete and utter darkness.

This feeling of not being able to see through things constantly reminded him that things seemed to be completely out of his control.

As a businessman, this feeling of being out of control often means danger, and he dislikes danger.

Kahn noticed this detail, but he pretended not to know anything and said to Vic, "The first batch of firearms and ammunition to be destroyed will arrive here in two days. The total amount for four warehouses is more than the two factories used to be able to handle."

"Are you sure?" Vic was taken aback when he heard the number, then he put his previous wariness aside.

With business suddenly doubling, how could he possibly keep up?

"This is just the beginning, Mr. Vic." Kahn placed his hand on Vic's desk and began to tap it repeatedly.

"You don't think we've gone through all this trouble for just a few hundred pounds francs, do you?" he asked with a smile.

Vic nodded; it seemed he really did need to find a larger warehouse.

"There's something I have to remind you of, Mr. Vic," Kahn said, seeing him nod. "I've given you the way to make money. But there are some things... I also need to make clear to you."

"All of this, everything, is shady. There are big shots in Britain and France watching me; there are also powerful eyes in the defense force watching me..."

"So, keep your mouth shut, keep all of this in your heart, and take it to your grave even when you die... Do you understand?" He stopped tapping his fingers on the table and looked at the other person.

Vic frowned; the way this man spoke, so intensely intimidating, made it hard for him to even breathe.

The person in front of him seemed not to be a second lieutenant of the defense force at all, but a demon that had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

For a fleeting moment, he even had the urge to distance himself from this matter.

But when he thought about the potential profits in the future, he ultimately chose to give in.

"I understand." He exhaled a breath of stale air, steadied himself, and replied heavily.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Vic." Kahn rubbed his chin with his fingers, giving a forced smile. "Look on the bright side, at least you have someone backing you up now, don't you?"

"A backer? You?" Vic thought it was a bit far-fetched to think that a second lieutenant could be his backer.

"Soon you'll understand that the most important thing about having a powerful backer is that they can help you solve problems, not anything else..." Kahn stood up and straightened his neatly pressed uniform. "Well then, I'll take my leave."

……

These days, whenever he has free time, Kahn will send Lieutenant Colonel Miken a loaf of bread, sometimes with butter or jam.

Lieutenant Colonel McKen never refused his kindness, and even began to treat such gifts as a habit.

Kahn, who had just returned from Vic's and was heading back to his office, was stopped by a man as he stepped out of the bakery with a paper bag of bread in his arms.

The other person seemed uneasy, rubbing their hands nervously, and after a long pause, managed to utter a single word: "Sir..."

"Hmm?" Kahn, who was holding bread and butter, looked at the other man and wondered why this man, who looked like a beggar no matter how he looked at him, would block his way.

He wasn't worried that the other party had any ulterior motives. He had a pistol hanging on his waist and was wearing the uniform of the defense force. Unless the other party was crazy, they wouldn't dare to target him.

"My name is Löw," the middle-aged man introduced himself cautiously.

Kahn switched the paper bag in his arms to his other hand, leaving the other hand hanging by his pistol. "So, Mr. Love, is there something you need from me here?"

"I...I've been watching you for the past few days," the other person said, avoiding Kahn's eyes and keeping his head down.

"And then?" Kahn's eyes had changed; he didn't like being followed.

If the other party has malicious intentions and tries to blackmail him using some of Kahn's suspicious actions, he will show them what decisiveness and ruthlessness really mean.

Memories of his past life within his body have imbued the current Kahn with a certain ruthlessness.

Ignoring the increasingly fierce look in Kahn's eyes, the man continued, "I've seen you go to the bakery across the street almost every day... to buy bread and jam."

"..." Kahn's hand paused for a moment before touching the pistol holster.

Love's gaze fell on Kahn's hand that was reaching for the pistol, and his tone quickened considerably: "I know you're a rich man, and I... I want to... I want to work for you."

He knew that if he didn't clear up the misunderstanding and explain things clearly, he might die here without knowing why.

Just kidding, the other party could easily solve the problem of shooting someone in the street by simply filling out a form and finding two eyewitnesses.

A starving homeless man robbed a military officer of bread and was beaten to death on the spot... Such things don't even make the news.

"Work?" Kahn looked the other man up and down. This middle-aged man named Love was so ordinary that he didn't even leave much of a impression.

His wool coat was patched, his hair was messy, and he had an unshaven beard... This is what most beggars in Berlin look like.

"I can do anything, I'm willing to do any job, as long as you... give me money."

"Sorry, I don't need it." Kahn gave a disdainful smile. How could he possibly trust a stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him?