Gravedigger of the Empire

When Kahn returned to the V Agency, there were hardly any people left on the streets.

The beggars had all been cleared away, and the protesting workers had dispersed. Soldiers carrying rifles stood at the street corner, smoking cigarettes and eyeing Kahn's car.

Kahn changed his car at headquarters; he often delivered cars there anyway, so taking one away wasn't a big deal.

These cars were nominally rented from a glider club, where Kahn was the owner, so there shouldn't be any procedural issues.

The car wobbled as it turned into the gate of the V organization. Borshe got out of the car first, looked around, and then opened Kahn's car door.

Kahn climbed out of the car and strode into the building before stopping and calling to Wolf: "Increase security!"

"What happened?" Wolf felt he needed to know what had happened before he could formulate a plan based on the question.

"I was attacked on my way back," Kahn confessed.

Wolf was taken aback, then immediately nodded and stormed off.

Kahn carried his briefcase back to his office, took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack, sat down and closed his eyes.

The wound on his neck wasn't serious, but the pain reminded him that death was less than a centimeter away.

If that person's bullet had been just a fraction off, he would be a cold corpse by now.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on Kahn's office door. Wolf returned and entered Kahn's office: "Sir! Everything is arranged!"

"The number of patrols has tripled, and there are four more sentry posts." In this respect, officers like Wolf have demonstrated an extremely high level of professionalism.

He pointed to the door and said, "I've placed a guard outside your door. If you have any questions, you can call him in anytime!"

"We only have one guard platoon, so we're not manpower enough..." He added a little bit of the difficulties at the end.

Kahn nodded: "Very good, if it's not enough, then expand it! Company Commander Wolf!"

"This..." Wolf was taken aback, unsure how to respond for a moment.

"I can't promote you, but increasing manpower is within my authority!" Kahn said. "I don't care what old comrades or nephews you have, you can bring them in... I'll pretend I don't know. But! Combat effectiveness must be guaranteed, that's the bottom line!"

"Understood!" Wolf was secretly pleased; this was the authority that Kahn had given him.

He knew exactly what the treatment was like at V Agency; these days, getting into such a place was an incredible stroke of luck.

"I've given you the benefits, so you have to be loyal to me! You've found the men, and I'll figure out the weapons and equipment. Go!" Kahn didn't expect the guards to do anything; his real private army was the field operations department that Sikert had authorized him to set up.

"Sir..." Wolf did not turn around immediately, but stood still.

"Hmm?" Kahn looked at the other person.

"Just now... a Chinese woman came looking for you, and we didn't know what to do, so we locked her in a room..." Wolf explained.

"A Chinese woman?" Kahn frowned, unable to recall what connection he had with a Chinese woman.

But when Chinese people are mentioned, Lin Shoucheng's face comes to mind.

Soon, Kahn remembered that he had promised Lin Shoucheng to take care of his daughter.

But... back then he was still in the Investigation Bureau. He didn't tell Lin Shoucheng when he was promoted to V Agency. How did this girl know he was here now?

"Hiss..." Taking a deep breath, Kahn stood up and waved to Wolf: "Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

Wolf led Kahn to an office that was not yet in use, and a guard at the door immediately helped to open the door.

A girl sitting in a chair suddenly stood up, her eyes meeting Kahn's.

What a beautiful oval face, gentle and delicate, smooth as jade; such a complexion is rarely seen in Europe.

Her features were straight and delicate, perfectly proportioned, and together they created an indescribably beautiful face.

With looks like that, even in the world before Kahn's time travel, he would definitely be considered an outstanding celebrity.

It's a pity her eyes were red from crying; otherwise, she would have been even more stunning.

Another thing that surprised Kahn was the woman's height: Chinese people in this era are generally not very tall, but this woman was almost 1.7 meters tall!

She stood up abruptly, making Kahn, who was 1.8 meters tall, appear tall.

"Mr. Kahn?" the girl asked, her German quite fluent. Kahn could see a hint of wariness and doubt in her eyes.

"It's me. You are... Miss Lin Baiyu?" Kahn asked in return.

"Yes, my father said you are his good friend..." Lin Baiyu was also looking at Kahn while he was looking at her. She really didn't expect that the friend her father mentioned was so... young.

"That's right! Mr. Lin and I are indeed close friends! Miss Lin... how did you find my way here?" Kahn asked, voicing his doubts.

"I went to Mrs. Love's cottage," the girl replied. "Mrs. Love told me to come here to find you."

Kahn suddenly realized that he had taken Lin Shoucheng to the restaurant, and Lin Shoucheng probably told his daughter about it.

That makes sense. Going to the Bureau of Investigation to find Kahn isn't a good idea. It would be better to go to the restaurant.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Kahn nodded and continued to ask.

"My friend is injured, and I need help," Lin Baiyu said after a moment's hesitation.

"Injured?" Kahn frowned.

Lin Baiyu nodded: "Yes, they are...with Mrs. Love now."

Since she's already said it, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Kahn didn't speak, but gently scratched his eyebrow with his little finger. He had a vague feeling that the injured person was probably related to the previous protests and riots.

"A gunshot wound?" Kahn suddenly asked.

"Uh...yes..." The girl was startled, her gaze darting away.

That makes sense: instead of going to the hospital when injured, they come to him for help...

Kahn glanced at Wolf standing beside him, and Wolf, quite self-aware, turned and left the room.

"Please... he's dying! He's bleeding so much... right now... I don't even know if he's still alive..." The girl was a little flustered, but her words were still somewhat coherent.

Kahn stood up: "Let's go, I'll go take a look."

He was actually prepared to save the person; it was just a favor, and he could simply repay Lin Shoucheng.

Suddenly, something occurred to him: "Chinese?"

"Yes!" Lin Baiyu nodded again. "A Chinese worker."

"What's your name?" Kahn felt his heart start racing.

"Li Hu".

"Phew..." Kahn breathed a sigh of relief.