Gravedigger of the Empire

Stepping out of Sikert's office, Kahn was still Kahn; he was still a lieutenant, still an unknown nobody.

But then everything seemed to change; his briefcase contained a list of people who would soon be under his management.

These are all trustworthy businessmen on the army's side, and they are doing everything they can to help the defense forces hide weapons.

Now, this matter is all under Kahn's control; he has become a lieutenant who can directly call General Sikert.

In some ways, he was more capable than most majors.

But a lieutenant... he's always just a lieutenant.

"Excuse me!" a captain called out to Kahn, who was deep in thought.

Kahn looked up and saw a captain smiling at him.

"Hello, sir!" Kahn saluted instinctively, and the other man returned a casual military salute.

Then, the captain with the mustache looked around and continued, "Lieutenant! Do you know where the Army Transportation Office is?"

"Uh, this is my first time here." He was a little embarrassed, because not being able to find his office was indeed an embarrassing thing.

Kahn was also embarrassed, as it was his first time at Army Headquarters.

He forced a smile, a little embarrassed, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the sign hanging in the distance.

"Oh! Over there!" Kahn pointed, and the captain turned to the side and saw the sign at the end of the corridor.

"Thank you, Lieutenant! I was just transferred here today!" The captain gave a very polite smile.

Kahn laughed too. "This is my first time at headquarters today. I work for the Bureau of Investigation. Kahn! Kahn Miles."

"Heinz Wilhelm Guderian," the captain introduced himself as well.

A young man in his early twenties who frequented the General Headquarters already held the rank of lieutenant; he was definitely someone worth getting to know.

This age is terrifying. You have to understand that a genius like Guderian was only a captain at the age of 33.

Similarly, Manstein, at 34 years old, is only a captain.

Kahn, at only twenty years old, is already a lieutenant. This comparison clearly demonstrates just how incredibly high his rank is.

As Guderian introduced himself, Kahn recognized the future German armored force.

He shook hands with the other person, which could be considered a kind of collecting hobby.

Look, he has already met Einstein, Manstein, Sickert, and Guderian.

In this office building, there might even be Lundstätter, Bock... In short, if Kahn had a time bomb right now, he could wipe out half of the marshals of the Third Reich.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

"See you later, Captain Guderian." Kahn politely ended the conversation, picked up his briefcase, and walked out of the headquarters building.

Guderian gazed thoughtfully at Kahn's tall, upright figure.

He had a premonition that he would see this young man named Kahn again in the future, and he firmly believed in his premonition because it was always very accurate.

Kahn got into his Mercedes, and Sebastian started the car, driving him all the way back to the Bureau of Investigation.

Kahn, sitting in the back row, closed his eyes to rest, recalling the things General Sikert had just told him.

He now has two identities: Lieutenant Kahn of the Special Operations Division of the Bureau of Investigation and an officer of the R Agency.

This R agency is the department that rightfully manages the storage, research and development, and production of Germany's secret weapons.

Sickett told Kahn that if he encountered any problems he couldn't solve, he could go to Army Headquarters to find Lieutenant Colonel Burke.

Yes, the future Marshal of the Third Reich, Fedor von Bock.

Of course, he also had the right to report the matter directly to Sikert, but that was his last resort, a method he would use less and less each time.

If he bothers the Commander-in-Chief with trivial matters, his privilege of bypassing his superiors could easily be revoked.

The car drove into the Bureau of Investigation compound, and Kahn was quickly summoned to Lieutenant Colonel McConnell's office.

It was clear that the lieutenant colonel was indeed a little nervous; he really didn't want Kahn, this little "god of wealth," to leave.

"What did General Sickett... say to you?" In the office, Miken lit a cigarette and stared at Kahn as he asked.

"It's nothing. He thought I did a good job, so he handed over several factories to me and let me manage them together," Kahn said truthfully.

He was still working for Mikan, so if he were to say it was a secret now, wouldn't all the previous goodwill gestures and groundwork have been wasted?

Seeing that Kahn had no intention of hiding anything from him, Miken's face showed a satisfied expression: "Don't go around telling everyone about this."

"Understood!" Kahn nodded immediately, putting on a grateful and helpful expression.

"Since the general has ordered you to take charge, then take charge! Don't make a mess of things!" Miken instructed again.

Kahn nodded again: "Yes, sir! Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down."

This answer... is clearly a perfect score for Miken.

"You brat! Get lost!" Since Kahn hadn't been transferred and didn't seem to be trying to get rid of the FBI, Miken was relieved.

Kahn stood at attention and saluted, his form impeccable. With his build, height, and shoulder width... he was absolutely a top-notch soldier.

This time, without any special approval from superiors, Kahn simply went to the logistics department and got the locked filing cabinet he wanted.

He began to have more and more information, and the level of confidentiality of that information was also being raised. So, five days after he went to the General Headquarters, his office was moved to the second floor of the Investigation Bureau.

Clearly, this place is safer than the first floor, and it also symbolizes that Kahn's position is "higher".

Because he was the only lieutenant in the entire Bureau of Investigation with an office on the second floor.

He has his own car, his own driver, and is even granted special permission to move out and live elsewhere.

Of course, no one questioned any of this, because the entire Bureau of Investigation knew of Kahn's importance.

He often helped the canteen prepare noodles, potatoes, and even beef. Everyone in the bureau received canned goods and cigarettes from him.

Because of him, the dozen or so cars in the investigation bureau no longer run out of fuel.

Soldiers or officers who were desperate could always borrow money from him to tide them over.

With such a timely help from the Investigation Bureau and a "righteous" figure from the Operations Division, who would have any complaints about him?

During those five days, Kahn visited all the factories that Sicket had entrusted to him, personally checking the condition of these factories and warehouses.

To be honest... these old Germans were much crazier than he had imagined.