Gravedigger of the Empire

The conference room was packed with newcomers, numbering forty or fifty people.

Not all the soldiers in the guard platoon could come, so only four people showed up.

There were three squad leaders and a platoon leader named Wolf. They stood in a corner against the wall, looking somewhat inferior.

Because standing right in the middle were a group of tough guys in their thirties or even forties, with a row of medals hanging around their necks.

Essen and Beausher stood at the front, with Albert standing on their other side.

This was the first meeting since the establishment of the V organization. Löw, as the leader of the first group, was absent from the meeting, and two other people were also absent.

Yes, the bald man who buried Lyle for Kahn and another burly man are still in Stuttgart helping Löw, so they can't attend the meeting either.

The chefs and cleaners from Organization V didn't come either... because they didn't need to attend this kind of meeting.

The whispering stopped when Kahn entered the room.

He hadn't prepared a speech; he simply stood before everyone and began to introduce himself: "Hello everyone! I'm Captain Kahn Myers, the director of V Agency. I'm exactly 21 years old this year. Very young, younger than everyone here."

He was indeed very young, while most of these veterans and officers were already thirty years old.

If he were younger and held such a high rank, he would most likely not have been kicked out of the military and would not have been on Sikert's list.

That list consisted of middle-aged officers who had little hope of promotion, but it would be a pity to let them retire and go home.

They are generally over thirty years old and have no connections, so they have no choice but to leave the army and make a living on their own.

Now, thanks to Kahn's creation of the V organization, they finally have a chance to return to the military.

No one spoke; everyone listened quietly. For them, this extra opportunity was a lifeline.

If they go home with a stack of German marks that are practically worthless... it's no different from killing them.

"To be honest, I didn't experience the last war, and my resume is not as good as yours." Looking at the Iron Crosses, Kahn was somewhat envious.

You know what, it's really cool! Wearing this thing instantly elevates your style.

Despite her envy, she continued, "But there must be a reason why I'm sitting here. Please don't question my abilities, and don't think you can disregard the respect due to me as the bureau chief."

"I know you were all important figures in your original units, combat heroes, and you all have medals!" He said, his gaze sweeping over the veterans.

Those that make it onto the Sikert list are indeed "top-notch"; you can tell how excellent they are just by looking at them.

They all had well-proportioned figures, no big bellies, and no messy beards; each one was a model of perfection.

Like Wolf, he was the kind of soldier who would have no problem carrying the flag during a military parade.

"I will express my respect for you all in my own way!" Kahn knew that he would have to use some methods to win over these guys.

"Working for me, I will pay you according to your original military rank! Promotions will be separate! Except for no longer being officers, your benefits will only be higher than before." First and foremost, it's a money offensive.

He doesn't have any other good options right now, so he can only try to use money to buy things!

They were beaten until they all submitted and knelt down, and that was the end of it.

Sure enough, everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that their salaries would be paid according to their original military ranks.

Soon, their eyes lit up with enthusiasm, for they heard Kahn say the following: "Besides your salary! I'll give you subsidies! Not marks, but dollars, pounds, and francs! I guarantee you'll all be happy."

These days... salaries are paid in marks, and no one really cares how much you get.

Even if you give them one million or ten million marks every day, it's just like giving them bread.

But giving dollars and pounds is a different story. These foreign currencies are absolutely hard currency in Berlin.

Of course, hard currency also includes other things, and Kahn is now talking about something else: "The company cafeteria has bread, butter, sausages, and canned food! Every day! I guarantee you'll all have something to eat!"

"Gulp..." Someone swallowed hard. To be honest, these days, if a company can provide enough bread, that's already the best they can get.

So these veterans from Bavaria, Württemberg, and other states were already drooling.

"When you go out to run errands, you can apply for a car. If you perform exceptionally well, owning your own car is also very easy." Kahn didn't stop; he continued to tout the benefits.

If he can get these things for the Bureau of Investigation, he can get them for his own V organization.

"You've all seen how many cars are parked outside. Want one? If you satisfy me, I'll give you one!" He pointed out the window, proving it to everyone.

When these people arrived, they did indeed see it: a yard full of Daimler's new cars, which was quite alarming.

Not to mention other departments and agencies, even the General Headquarters of the Defense Forces doesn't have this many new cars parked at the same time.

"If you encounter difficulties at home, you can come to me! If you're having cash flow problems, you can come to me too! As long as it's within my power, I can help you sort it out!" Kahn listed all the benefits in one breath; that was about all he could offer.

For these officers, this was an unimaginable privilege.

Wolf stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips: he knew it was all true.

A few days ago, before the cafeteria was even ready, Kahn actually sent them a truckload of bread and sausages.

Wolff also enjoyed the life of having a car to get around in: his wife was stunned and still can't believe that her husband actually has a car.

Kahn suddenly changed his tone, warning everyone in a stern voice: "But! As long as you're here, you must remember! This is V Agency, and I am the director of V Agency! Here... I'm the one who calls the shots!"

"I do not want fickle and disloyal people, I do not accept mediocre and incompetent people, I do not keep cowardly and weak people..." He walked past his subordinates, past Essen, past Beausher, past Albert.

Reaching the end, he suddenly turned around and looked at the gate: "Those who are unwilling to pledge allegiance to me can leave now."

No one moved, afraid of causing this generous leader to misunderstand.

Just kidding, anyone who wouldn't want to stay in a company like that is a complete idiot!

Leave? Whoever leaves is a dog!

After waiting for more than ten seconds without anyone leaving, Kahn smiled and his tone became more relaxed: "Well then... welcome everyone to the V Organization! Meeting adjourned!"