Gravedigger of the Empire

However, this car had a foreign affairs license plate. This thing signifies certain privileges, the privileges of the victors.

Kahn glanced at the not-so-new car, and a formulaic smile quickly spread across his face.

He pulled his hat up over his head and followed behind his friend to meet the two people who had just gotten out of the car.

"Fred!" Upon seeing a familiar face, the man in French military uniform greeted him.

"Captain Maddie," Fred greeted him, then introduced him to Kahn, who was standing nearby: "The most discerning officer in the French regulatory agency; he can tell the vintage of a wine with his eyes closed."

Upon hearing Fred's compliment, a smug smile appeared on the other's face. He extended his hand and shook hands with Kahn: "My hometown is in the south of France, where the wines are excellent."

"Major Joe from the British regulatory agency! A true aristocrat, the kind whose ancestors served the King of England." Fred, ever the smooth talker, introduced the other person to Kahn as well.

After the introductions, he introduced Kahn to the other party: "Lieutenant Kahn, my colleague, he was just promoted. Today, he will accompany you two to the warehouse in the suburbs to take inventory of the weapons stored there."

"Aren't you going?" Major Joe sized up Kahn, then looked at Fred.

Clearly, he was more familiar with Fred and less willing to make a last-minute replacement.

"I've been temporarily assigned to a mission in the suburbs. You know, there are insurgents everywhere right now, and we need to investigate the sources of their weapons," Fred explained.

"You should arrest all those pro-Russian elements; they're all communists." Joe sneered and waved to Kahn. "Let's go then, Lieutenant Kahn."

Kahn, carrying his briefcase filled with documents, sat in the passenger seat of the car; it was the only seat left for him.

Sitting in his seat, feeling the bumps of the car that belonged to this era, Kahn did not exchange any words with the two officers behind him.

Of course he knew these two people; in his previous life, he was quite familiar with them.

But because of this, Kahn knew what they really wanted, and as long as he could give it to them, they would become very easy to get along with.

Throughout the bumpy ride, Kahn kept rubbing his sore neck—sleeping in the chair wasn't comfortable, and he had a stiff neck.

The car soon stopped in front of a warehouse guarded by soldiers, where the Berlin garrison's stockpile of munitions was stored.

After checking the three men's identification, two soldiers helped them open the warehouse door.

"Do I need to come along?" Kahn asked with a smile as he stood in front of the warehouse door.

"Everything here will be moved in a few days, and we can just take inventory," French officer Maddie waved his hand, adopting a businesslike manner. "But if the quantities don't match, you'll be responsible for making up for them."

Kahn nodded, reached for the cigarettes in his pocket, then remembered he was outside the armory and abandoned the idea of ​​suicide.

The French went off to look at the weapons; they were very interested in weakening Germany.

The Englishman standing to the side seemed distracted, clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts.

"Your English is really good," Major Joe said suddenly to Kahn, watching Maddie checking the seal not far away.

"I do have some talent for languages," Kahn said rather unashamedly.

In fact, in his previous life he was indeed very talented in languages. He was not only fluent in German and English, but also very good at French and Spanish.

Of course, he still speaks Chinese, but no one knows that he has also learned an ancient Eastern language.

After saying this, Major Qiao seemed to lose interest in continuing the conversation, and the two fell silent again.

"Are all these weapons to be destroyed?" Kahn suddenly asked.

"Yes, they all need to be transported away and destroyed." Joe answered his question without even glancing at him.

"Can I keep a gun and some bullets as a souvenir?" Kahn asked in a low voice, posing a question that surprised Major Joe.

Frowning, Joe looked at Kahn very carefully this time: "You..."

"The world isn't very peaceful these days. I want to keep an unrecorded, non-existent handgun for self-defense. You know, everyone has their moments of crisis, right?" Kahn explained.

"I can't grant you that request, and Lieutenant Kahn, do you know who I am?" Joe deliberately reminded him in a low voice, "Besides, the number of weapons here doesn't even match up."

Kahn detected a threat and pressure in the other person's voice.

He did not back down: "I can pay you some compensation."

"Hmm?" Joe's brows furrowed even more.

"You see, everyone has their down times. You can help me, and of course I can help you." Kahn handed two forms to Major Joe.

The moment Joe took the form, he felt its thickness. He lifted the top sheet and saw three ten-pound notes tucked inside.

Thirty pounds right off the bat, and Joe was swayed by this stepping stone.

His mistress is currently throwing a tantrum, and he really needs some money to appease her. Otherwise, if things get too ugly, his high-status wife won't let him off easily.

"The war is over, isn't it, Lieutenant Kahn?" Joe relaxed his eyebrows, holding the two forms in his hand, and asked in a different tone.

Kahn knew it was a done deal; he was so bold because he knew it was almost certain to succeed.

"Of course." He smiled.

"People always like to reminisce... so keeping a memento isn't a big deal," Joe continued.

"Thanks for your help... Major Joe." Kahn said tactfully, "Since you've helped me, I'll definitely lend a hand if you ever have any difficulties."

Joe nodded, moved closer to Kahn, and whispered, "I urgently need some money."

"We're friends, Major." Kahn reached into his briefcase and pulled out the brown paper bag containing money, handing it to the other man.

Major Joe's eyes lit up when he took the paper bag, opened it, and saw a stack of ten and twenty pound notes inside.

A rough estimate suggests that Kahn gave him about two hundred pounds, which is no small sum.

"Interesting young man!" Joe thought to himself. The fact that the other party had prepared so much cash on their first meeting clearly indicated an intention to win him over.

Whatever he wants, this is a good start.

"Of course, we're best friends, Lieutenant Kahn." Joe nodded, stuffing the paper bag into his pocket, his voice trembling slightly.

In that instant, he felt as if God was standing behind him. He had just been struggling with a lack of money when someone came to offer him a bribe.

Without a doubt, he simply believed he was incredibly lucky, because such a coincidence was impossible.

Walking up to a weapons crate, ignoring the seal on it, Major Joe opened the lid, pulled out a brand-new Ruger P-08 pistol, and handed it to Kahn: "How about this one?"

Hearing the noise, the Frenchman Maddie walked around from another row of shelves and saw the scene before him, his face full of confusion.

He didn't know why, after he had only been away for a short time, an Englishman and a German had become so close.

"Major Joe, what's going on?" He looked at Kahn, then at Joe, and asked.

"I'm planning to give Kahn a pistol as a memento. Can you do me a favor?" Major Joe took it all on himself.

"Of course... of course." Maddie paused for a moment, then frowned and answered somewhat reluctantly.