Gravedigger of the Empire

In a conference room that was not yet in use, Kahn sat opposite, his nimble fingers fiddling with his pen.

He was waiting for the other party to speak first, and Petrov didn't keep him waiting long: "Captain Kahn! We are also following orders."

"Ordered? To hand over dozens of staff officers to the oversight committee? Are you crazy or am I stupid?" Kahn sneered.

Petrov coughed and organized his thoughts: "Mr. Kahn, you're a smart man... you should be able to guess why I did this."

Kahn fell silent; he had a pretty good idea of ​​why the other party had done this.

In fact, the very fact that the Soviet military was involved in the Treaty of Rapallo was enough to enrage Britain and France.

"You're really willing to go all out to get Germany to completely side with the Soviet Union." Kahn was quite displeased; he had a pretty good idea of ​​what the Soviets were thinking.

It was simply about binding Germany and the Soviet Union together, leaving Germany with no way out, and allowing the Soviet Union to integrate into Europe more quickly.

"That's it. Can I leave now?" Petrov pointed to the door, hoping Kahn would let him go.

"I'm afraid not!" Kahn shook his head. "You and your colleagues have been arrested!"

He couldn't just let the two Russians go, at least not now.

Stepping out of the conference room, Kahn looked at the two guards standing outside the door: "Keep a close eye on him! You know the consequences if anything goes wrong!"

The two guards immediately stood at attention. Kahn's rules were the rules in the V organization, and Kahn's requests were tasks that had to be completed!

In another large door across the corridor, Kudesky was imprisoned. They each had their own rooms, so their treatment was considered quite good.

Soon, Kahn's car stopped in the headquarters yard.

After exchanging greetings with Guderian, whom he had bumped into, Kahn met with Sickert.

"That's the situation!" After he finished reporting, he waited for Sikert to give him orders.

After thinking for a while, Sickett instructed, "Next time you encounter a similar situation, you can act on your own!"

"Huh?" Kahn was taken aback. He never expected that he would one day have the power to take action.

As he anticipated, Sickert would not hand over the power of investigation and action to him until at least next year.

"What? Surprised?" Sickett chuckled, then explained, "On one hand, time is of the essence! We can't afford to waste any time! So, I plan to help you save time in the process."

"On the other hand, giving you a small team to handle some troubles will make your job a little easier." Sicket finally showed some consideration for his subordinate.

Kahn's face lit up with joy, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you for your guidance, General!"

"Action Team Three... 30 people! A big move! Absolutely a big move!" Kahn got even more personnel from Sickett and was so excited he almost shouted it out.

"This time, use the people from headquarters! Next time... you'll have to handle it yourself!" Sikert waved his hand generously.

Everyone knows that the reason is that the defense forces have really been out of money for the past two weeks.

Because of the leak of the arms cache, Britain and France are keeping a closer eye on Germany.

Therefore, Kahn, along with Borshe, examined the defense force's operational capabilities from an outsider's perspective.

Then he was shocked.

It's completely different from the thrilling, close-quarters maneuvers you see on TV.

In reality, intelligence work emphasizes accuracy and ruthlessness.

Sikert ordered his troops to go directly to a station ahead of Berlin the next day and pick up the visiting Soviet staff delegation ahead of schedule.

On the other side...

At Berlin train station, several trucks belonging to the oversight committee were parked side by side.

Next to these cars stood numerous gendarmes from France and Britain.

They were responsible for enforcing German law and crushing those who refused to abide by the Treaty of Versailles.

Although Britain was very unhappy with Germany's alliance with the Soviet Union, they were not yet ready to completely break ties with Germany.

The Treaty of Versailles ensured the German navy's mere existence, and even for this one benefit, the British wouldn't risk their lives to cause trouble for the Germans.

Similarly, France's economic situation was not very good either, and they did not want to take immediate action against the Germans.

Both sides had little interest in capturing Soviet communists, which is why they handed this intelligence over to Kahn.

On the one hand, it was a gesture of goodwill, creating an "environment" for Kahn to exchange intelligence again in the future; on the other hand, it was giving Germany a way out, allowing the Germans to handle their own problems.

The British officer in charge of the group impatiently threw away his cigarette butt, crushed it with his shoe, stubbed it out, and waved his hand: "Let's go! It's our turn!"

With a wave of his hand, the military police, who had been eagerly waiting, stepped forward.

The adjutant stood beside him and asked curiously, "Do you think they're still on the train?"

The British officer glanced at the trainee officer beside him and retorted, "Do you think the Germans are fools?"

"No." The assistant secretary immediately shook her head, her mind racing like a rattle-drum.

"So those Russians are definitely not on the train anymore," the British officer sneered.

The menacing committee military police pushed through the crowded throng, cursing as they escorted the British officer in charge to the train.

People were still pushing and shoving at the train door, making a racket and shouting non-stop.

Some people were carrying luggage, some were carrying cloth bags, and some had beautiful women wearing sun hats hanging on their arms.

"Hey! Don't push!" someone shouted impatiently, turning around and bumping into a British officer.

He looked up, extremely nervous: "I'm so sorry! I... I didn't mean to!"

The British officer didn't give him a hard time; instead, he waited quietly for something to happen.

Unfortunately, the person he was waiting for was destined never to appear.

"Looks like...they're not stupid after all." The subordinate waited until no one left the carriage before muttering a disappointed remark.

At the gate of a military camp dozens of kilometers from Berlin, Kahn, with a broad smile, introduced the camp to dozens of Soviet officers: "This is the garrison of a light infantry battalion! Look, that's the barracks over there."

The direction he was pointing to was a row of neat barracks.

The Soviet officers were taking notes in their notebooks, occasionally whispering to each other, like a group of devout tourists.

"Captain Kahn...why did our itinerary suddenly change?" The Soviet staff officer leading the team leaned close to Kahn and asked curiously.

"Because..." Kahn's expression was strange, and he lowered his voice, "your visit plans have been leaked! Someone is waiting for you at the Berlin station."

"What?" The staff officer looked shocked, his eyes wide like saucers.