Gravedigger of the Empire

"Everything the Berlin police can do, everything I can...do for you." With a heavy heart, the old policeman, nicknamed "Old Mudfish," staked everything.

Kahn nodded: "Okay! Come to me if you have any difficulties."

Old Mudfish let out a breath; he was so nervous he almost wet his pants.

"The wine is pretty good, don't waste it." Kahn stood up and pointed to the wine bottles on the table. "You two should finish yours before you leave."

He picked up the file folder on the table and pointed to the booth on the other side: "I'm having dinner with a friend, excuse me."

"Please do as you please!" Old Mudfish's face was flushed. He knew that the position he wanted... was secure!

If someone gives him absolute support, he can get people in the city hall to speak on his behalf.

At the same time, he could also get a sum of money to bribe his superiors, and a batch of supplies to appease his colleagues...

He simply couldn't think of any reason why he had failed. Within his familiar police circle, he couldn't find anyone who could garner such support.

So he grabbed the wine bottle in front of him, took a big gulp of red wine, and then stared wide-eyed.

This wine... it's fucking good!

Kahn returned to Beausher's table with a file bag worth over £700,000.

He casually tossed the file folder aside: "Sorry! I'm a bit busy."

"Borshe, tomorrow send some money to the police station here, to that old cop in the back." Kahn pointed into the distance, and Borshe turned around to take a closer look, memorizing the man's appearance.

When he turned around again, he saw Kahn pull a check for 50,000 pounds from the file folder.

This is no small sum of money; it's enough for him and his daughter to live comfortably in Germany for decades.

"You, you're not afraid..." Bowser's hands trembled as he held the check.

He's not worth that much money, and he can't think of anything that's worth that much.

"If you take this money and leave, I won't come looking for you, Bowser!" Kahn smiled. "If you leave, I'll buy you a train ticket."

Honestly, although he really didn't want Borshe to leave, if Borshe really wanted to go, he wouldn't try to stop him.

In the impending calamity, he didn't even know where he would end up, let alone Bowser.

He felt that staying away from the war would be a good option.

"I will not betray you, sir!" Beausher's grip on the check tightened. "Never!"

Just like I remember, some people, even if they had the chance to choose twice, would not choose the second option.

"Keep the rest of the money for yourself!" Kahn patted Bowser on the shoulder. "I'm going back to the Bureau of Investigation. Find a nice house, replace the furniture, and buy Sophia two nice outfits. I'm also arranging for her to go to the best school in Berlin later, so she won't be without a decent dress."

"Why...why..." Boshe was completely dizzy. He really didn't understand why someone had suddenly appeared and was being so kind to him.

"Don't ask why, just do your job." Kahn grabbed the file folder next to him, ruffled Sophia's hair, and walked out of the hotel without looking back.

In March, the temperature in Berlin wasn't actually that low, and by April, it seemed to be even warmer.

The number of beggar corpses on the streets has begun to decrease, and it seems that the most difficult time of the year has passed.

"Please have mercy, sir!" A beggar shook a tattered box in his hand, which contained many Mark banknotes with a face value of 100,000.

Back in 1990, the marks in that metal box would have been enough to buy a house in Berlin.

Unfortunately, the timing was wrong.

Kahn pulled a one-million-mark note from his pocket and casually tossed it into the other person's box.

The printing of this currency was very sloppy, and whether it was real or fake didn't really matter. In fact, no one even cared about the thickness of the paper anymore.

The German mark... is practically worthless paper. If it weren't for the numbers and patterns printed on it, that blank piece of paper might be worth more.

Kahn has indeed been very busy these past two days.

He wanted to hand over the smuggled goods to Ron and also pocket the shop shares Ron had given him.

On the other hand, he helped Old Mudfish become a police superintendent in the Berlin Police Headquarters.

From that day on, no policeman ever went to Mrs. Love's restaurant again to collect the hundred or so pennies in protection money.

"Have you heard? Another death." As Kahn walked into the Bureau of Investigation building, a few colleagues who were chatting casually saw him approaching and asked him gossipy questions.

"Someone died? So what?" Kahn looked disgusted.

Yesterday, a workers' riot broke out in the Ruhr region, with more than 3,000 people clashing with the police. I heard that more than 20 communists were killed...

The Weimar Republic government is now on edge, overreacting to the massive economic stimulus measures.

Kahn heard rumors that President Abbott was no longer concerned about international relations, and that the Treaty of Rapallo would likely be signed in a few days.

This treaty would alleviate Germany's financial pressure, but it would also offend both Britain and France.

As for whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, no one can say for sure.

In any case, it's just a choice between dying now and dying tomorrow, which doesn't really matter.

"What happened in Bavaria? A whole family of six was murdered!" A captain clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk! That's horrible."

"The neighbors found him; he'd been dead for days." Another officer had clearly also read the newspaper.

Newspapers didn't report much on strikes and riots because those in power didn't want people to know about such things.

But the attitude is completely different when it comes to such bizarre murder cases.

Using sensational cases to attract the attention of ordinary people is definitely a good approach.

"What does Bavaria have to do with us..." Kahn replied casually, then waved his hand. "I'm going back to my office. I still have a lot of messy things to deal with from above."

Throughout the Bureau of Investigation, everyone knew that Lieutenant Kahn was very busy, but few knew exactly what he was busy with.

Anyway, thanks to his busy schedule, everyone was living a good life... so most people stopped caring about what Kahn was actually busy with.

At the corner of the corridor, Fred squinted as he watched Kahn walk up the stairs on the other side before putting on a smile and coming out.

Yes, he was indeed avoiding Kahn because he was genuinely afraid to confront him directly.

Because there are rumors that... this young man with extraordinary connections is about to be promoted again.

Although there's no definite news yet, a twenty-year-old defense force captain...

Damn it...

A bright future awaits!