Gravedigger of the Empire

"Don't worry, Maddie! This is just a club, nothing serious will happen here." Kahn grinned, trying to reassure the anxious Frenchman.

Joe didn't take it to heart, because he wasn't that sensitive about the Germans flying a few planes.

Anyway, the British Empire and Germany were separated by a sea, and planes couldn't fly over London. Could the Germans really bomb London with planes?

"Alright! At least this is your property, so I can feel a little more at ease." Maddie adjusted his mood slightly and gave Kahn a forced smile.

"Hey! Mr. Miles!" Blair called out Kahn's name loudly from afar, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Kahn glanced at the other person, then nodded slightly to his two friends: "Sorry! I'll go over there!"

Joe waved understandingly; he always exuded gentlemanly manners.

Walking briskly to Blair's side, the American introduced Kahn to the several bigwigs he had just met: "This is Mr. Hans!"

"This is Mr. Brouch."

They were all prominent figures in Berlin politics and Junker aristocrats, holding significant positions during the German Emperor's era.

Kahn shook hands with each of them, his face beaming with a humble smile: "Hello! Hello!"

"What did the officers on those committees say? Do they really not mind if we open a glider flying club in the suburbs of Berlin?" Hans, who had a mustache, asked, his mustache trembling as he spoke.

"They will sign the documents, so please don't worry about that." Kahn had, of course, already taken care of his two friends.

The official named Hans looked at Kahn and nodded approvingly: "Very good! To have such talent at such a young age, I admire you!"

"Thank you! You flatter me!" Kahn felt his face was almost frozen from smiling.

The wind was quite strong today; it even stung a little when it hit my face.

"Thank you for coming!" After meeting a large group of political figures and taking a few photos with these old men, Kahn finally saw them off.

"Thank you! Thank you for coming..." Kahn finally breathed a sigh of relief as he placed a carefully prepared gift in the guest's hands.

He rubbed his face, which was almost frozen, gave Blair a few instructions, and then got into his car.

Sebastian drove the car all the way back to downtown Berlin and finally parked it in the yard of the investigation bureau.

Kahn climbed out of the car and saw two unfamiliar Mercedes-Benz cars already parked next to his.

He glanced at the driver smoking next to the car, then turned and walked into the office building.

"Lieutenant Kahn! You're finally back!" As soon as he entered the gate, an officer came up to him and saluted him.

Kahn quickly returned the salute: "What's wrong?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Miken has been waiting for you for over an hour! Hurry up and go to his office!" The other party was obviously waiting for him there.

"I...want to change..." Kahn spread his hands; he was wearing casual clothes today.

"No need! Lieutenant Colonel McConnell instructed that you go to his office immediately upon your return! Immediately!" The officer gestured for him to enter, clearly intending to watch him go into Lieutenant Colonel McConnell's office.

You know, a person shouldn't do anything that goes against their conscience. In the past six months, Kahn has bribed so many people, from top to bottom, that he's almost lost count.

Now, unexpectedly encountering this situation of "forcing him to go to the office," he's actually feeling a bit guilty.

However, he quickly calmed down because his case had become so complicated that almost no one dared to interrogate him.

What should he confess to? How did he help the defense forces switch weapons? How did he hide the munitions? How did he bribe British and French officers?

You're kidding, if he dares to confess, who would dare to listen?

So he followed the officer all the way to Lieutenant Colonel McConnell's office.

After knocking and receiving permission, Kahn entered the smoke-filled, fairy-tale-like room.

There were several people sitting and several standing in the room, all smoking; it was a very lively place.

"Look who's back!" Lieutenant Colonel McConnell joked with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Our great hero!" Lieutenant Colonel Kahn, sitting on the sofa, had met him before.

"Sir!" Kahn immediately stood at attention and saluted, his posture impeccable.

Because at this very moment, behind Lieutenant Colonel McConnell's desk sat an old man with a general's star on his shoulder.

"General William!" Miken stood up and gave a formal introduction of his superior.

"General!" Kahn saluted again, chin held high.

"I couldn't wait for Miken's report, so I came here to wait for you." The old general is very old, and it seems that he probably won't be able to live to see the next battle.

He stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Kahn, patting him on the shoulder: "Tell me, how's it going?"

"Yes, General! We need to appease the French. If we can purchase a batch of French aircraft, they will most likely shut up." Kahn explained his plan.

"I've already taken care of things with the British; they're not really interested in our glider flying club."

"That plan you mentioned earlier?" General William interrupted Kahn's introduction, asking the question that interested him most.

Or rather, the question he asked was one that someone else was most interested in: General Sikert was very interested in this project.

"The Americans agreed that our people can participate in training at any time without registering, at least three times a week," Kahn replied.

"Very good!" General William was quite satisfied with the answer.

"If we can secretly support the club with some fuel, once a day or even twice a day wouldn't be a problem... I'll make that American shut up," Kahn added with a smile.

General Wilhelm's smile widened, and he once again placed his hand on Kahn's shoulder: "Interested in working for the Berlin garrison command?"

"General!" Miken panicked a little when he heard this. Kahn was his most valued subordinate.

If Kahn is removed, where will he find such a "capable assistant" who can bring him beef, bread, and butter, help him complete his tasks, and make him look good in front of his superiors?

"Hahaha! Mike! You've got a moment of panic now, haven't you?" General William looked at his subordinate, clearly in a good mood today: "This kid... you and I probably can't afford him!"

"General? What do you mean?" Miken asked, looking puzzled.

Koch, who was standing nearby, also perked up his ears: he had only come with General William this time and hadn't heard anything else.

"General Sickett told me that he is in dire need of smart and capable officers... He specifically asked me to keep an eye on Kahn, I reckon..." At this point, General William looked at Kahn: "It won't be long before Lieutenant Kahn is transferred to the Army Headquarters."