Gravedigger of the Empire

Chapter 46 You Will See

Closing the statistics sheet in his hand, Kahn rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He had been checking these numbers for hours, and the accounts were really making his head spin.

Unfortunately, this is his most important job right now: to assemble the engines, trucks, warhorses, and artillery—

All of these things were dealt with properly.

They disappear from the accounts and then hide in all sorts of places.

Furthermore, Sikt also harbored more than 5 people, whose wages and food supplies had to be provided by the R agency.

This is no easy task; it requires the person involved to be both meticulous and incredibly eccentric.

A new type of engine is being secretly developed in a factory in Bavaria, and Krupp is also trying to design a completely new type of artillery.

Hundreds of experienced pilots are maintaining their skills in gliders in the suburbs of Berlin, and the Germans are even secretly developing submarine technology.

All of this brought Kahn a massive fortune!

He could easily extract money from countless messy accounts and stuff it into his own pocket.

Even Kahn himself wasn't quite sure how much money he had, because funds were being deposited into his account every moment.

It seems like it's time to hire an accountant to manage my finances.

Such a person is not easy to find because he needs to be smart enough, honest enough, and loyal enough.

Intelligent people are generally very thoughtful; they are not easily honest, nor are they very likely to maintain their loyalty.

But Löw seems to have found such a person for him.

It seems it's time to meet this old accountant. Seeing him in person is always more direct than hearing Löw's description.

With that thought in mind, he locked his office door, walked out of the Investigation Bureau compound, and headed towards his small restaurant.

He didn't take a car because he didn't want Sebastian to come along.

Although Sebastian's relationship with him is getting closer and closer, and he has opened up to him and promised that he would not talk nonsense to Lieutenant Colonel Miken.

But—Kahn still didn't quite trust the other party; he needed time to observe and more events to test him.

This is life, not a game. One mistake could cost you your entire life, and Kahn was unwilling to take that risk.

"Come on, take me to see the person you mentioned." Kahn lured the restaurant owner away as soon as he entered, leaving the proprietress with an apologetic smile.

Love followed Kahn out of the store and gave a few words of advice to a burly man standing guard at the door.

Although no one had ever caused trouble at the restaurant, Löw remained very cautious.

This is Kahn's restaurant, and it belongs to him! To him and his wife! In fact, it's practically his wife's everything!

"You'll definitely be very satisfied with him," Love assured Kahn as they walked, feeling that the man truly met Kahn's requirements.

"We'll talk about it after we've seen it." Kahn didn't make any promises, he just said this casually.

The two of them continued walking along the main street, passing through several streets.

"Stop!" The shout had barely reached Kahn's ears when a dark figure rushed out from the side.

A man, disheveled, clutching his arm and hunched over, stumbled and fell in front of the two men.

Several figures rushed up behind him at lightning speed. Some kicked the fallen man in the stomach with leather boots, while others smashed his thighs with wooden sticks.

"Ah! Ugh!" the man groaned in pain, slurring out a single word: "Help, help me!"

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?" Love stepped forward and reached out to protect Kahn behind him, who was almost knocked down by the rushing men.

So he frowned and loudly rebuked these reckless fellows.

"This is none of your business! Get out of here!" A young man in a coat pointed at Löw with a stick in his hand and warned him in a hostile tone.

His companion showed no sign of stopping and continued to punch and kick the man on the ground.

"Who are you talking to?" Kahn stared at the other person, his tone becoming stern.

The young man looked at Kahn, who was being protected by Löw, and remained arrogant.

"I'm telling you—that's enough, we don't want any trouble! Let's go!" He was about to say something tough, but when he saw Kahn's hand on the pistol at his waist, his tone softened instantly.

"Kid! Watch your mouth! This isn't over yet! You just wait!" After kicking the man who was cowering on the ground again, the group of young men cursed and ran across the road in a panic, disappearing into the alley on the other side.

"How did you manage to offend so many people?" Love helped the man on the ground to sit up.

"Thank you, thank you." The man was badly beaten, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"Is this yours?" Kahn bent down, picked up a pair of glasses with a broken lens from beside his feet, and handed them to Love.

Löw handed the glasses back to the man, who thanked him gratefully, saying, "Yes! Thank you very much!"

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He put on his glasses and, through the cracks in them, finally saw the two people who had saved him.

A concerned citizen, a defense officer —

Kahn asked curiously, "Why did they hit you?"

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"I...I'm a reporter, a reporter from the Liberty and Unity newspaper," the unfortunate fellow who had been beaten up answered truthfully without any intention of hiding anything.

Love glanced at Kahn, who shook his head slightly: They had never heard of such a newspaper.

It seems that the newspaper the other party works for is a third-rate tabloid that is little known.

"They forced us to write what they wanted, and if we didn't cooperate with them, they would storm into the newspaper office, smash things, and beat people up," the reporter said, sounding aggrieved.

What kind of business is this? They make you write positive things and promote your work without paying you a single penny. If you don't do it, they smash up your newspaper office and beat up your staff.

"Where did they come from?" Löw couldn't help but ask.

"A bunch of thugs from the Workers' Party! Bastards—hiss—" The reporter, whose mouth was bruised and purple from the beating, hissed in pain as he spoke.

"They call themselves something—something—" He pressed his finger against the wound on the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth.

"The Stormtroopers," Kahn said, squinting his eyes.

"Yes! It's the Stormtroopers!" The reporter got excited and aggravated his wound, letting out another snort.

"It's alright! You can go now!" Seeing that the guy had recovered, Löw pulled him up from the ground: "Be careful, walk with caution."

"Thank you so much, I'll be more careful." The reporter looked at his clothes with concern; his sleeves were torn.

He clutched his aching arm and limped away in the opposite direction from where the stormtroopers had left.

"These people are completely lawless," Löw said irritably, watching the reporters walk away.

Kahn sneered, "Ha! This is nothing. You haven't seen anything more outrageous."

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"There's something even more outrageous?" Löw was taken aback.

Kahn strode forward: "You will see, you will see with your own eyes."

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