Gravedigger of the Empire

Chapter 87 Scars

"Prepare some food for those soldiers outside," Kahn instructed Mrs. Love, who was standing nearby.

As they were talking, a blood-stained gauze was thrown onto the floor with a thud.

"His injuries are more serious than we thought—" the doctor turned around and said to Kahn.

"Is there a way?" Kahn asked, glancing at the tense Lin Baiyu and Liu Jingtang.

"Yes," the doctor replied confidently.

"Money is no problem, cure him," Kahn ordered.

The doctor nodded and went back to work.

"Have you eaten?" Kahn asked Lin Baiyu and the other person.

"————" A deafening silence followed; it seemed these two hadn't eaten all day.

"Standing here won't be of any help. Let's go to the restaurant, grab something to eat, and wait for news." Kahn tossed his head, gesturing for the two men to follow him.

It turned out that neither of them had moved.

"Sigh—" Kahn sighed, reached out and grabbed Liu Jingtang by the back of his collar, pulling him out.

As he passed Lin Baiyu, he poked her shoulder with his finger, and that's how he got the two of them out.

"Hey! I want to stay and keep Brother Li Hu company!" Lin Baiyu didn't really want to leave, and swayed her shoulders, but she chickened out after seeing Kahn's eyes.

Liu Jingtang was short and skinny, like a monkey. He shuffled his feet on the ground a few times before Kahn dragged him out of the room.

After passing the kitchen, the restaurant became lively, with a dozen soldiers making a fuss as the cook served them a pot of hot soup.

Sliced ​​tomatoes and cucumbers were arranged on a plate, and some soldiers were grabbing them with their hands and stuffing them into their mouths without any regard for appearances.

"Give them both some food too." Kahn pointed to the empty seat next to him, then looked at Borshe beside him: "Do you remember where Ron lives?"

He took Boshe there a few times. The cooperation between the two sides is now on a large scale, so they often meet to discuss some issues.

Bowser nodded.

"Drive over and call Ron! I have something to ask him," Kahn said.

Bowser turned and left, knowing that Kahn was absolutely safe there.

Kahn snapped his fingers and waved to the soldiers.

Two soldiers licked their fingers and approached: "Sir!"

"Go with Borshe!" Kahn said, tossing his chin.

The two soldiers quickly gave chase.

Kahn frowned as he looked at the Mauser rifles they were carrying on their backs.

Not long after Bowser left, Kahn saw several policemen outside the door.

He recognized one of them; it was the young police officer who followed behind Old Mudfish.

They peered outside for a while before the young officer in the lead pushed open the door and walked in. He nervously approached Kahn.

"Sir—" The police officer took off his hat: "I heard that a lot of soldiers have come here, and I was worried that something might have happened, so I brought some men over—to check it out."

Thanks to Kahn's patronage, the nearby police station was naturally very friendly.

Their boss, Old Mudskipper, was also acquainted with Kahn—so of course they would rush over immediately if anything happened at the restaurant.

They've been incredibly busy today. A flurry of shootings has occurred in their jurisdiction, and all the nearby police officers have been mobilized and haven't had a break yet.

He wouldn't have had time to come and see Mrs. Love's cottage if someone hadn't told him that many soldiers had come.

Kahn stood up from beside Lin Baiyu and Liu Jingtang, who were eating. He could clearly sense that the two men were somewhat nervous.

Indeed, having just participated in a protest and riot, and with a friend even being shot, it's likely that if Kahn were to give them a heads-up, the three of them would be spending the night at the Berlin police station.

"You've come at the right time." Kahn's words nearly made Lin Baiyu choke. "Cough cough."

"About today's strike and demonstration—" Kahn continued, but Liu Jingtang choked, coughing, "Cough cough! Cough cough cough—"

"Does your friend need help?" the young police officer asked, looking over.

Kahn sighed again: "No need! I know you're investigating the shooting—"

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Lin Baiyu almost coughed up the beef soup from her nostrils.

"Cough—cough—" She coughed until her face turned red, forcing herself to catch her breath: "You—you—cough—promised—my father—cough! To take care of me—cough!"

"That's ridiculous." Kahn rolled his eyes at her, then looked back at the young officer. "The first shot was aimed at me! It had nothing to do with the marching crowd; they were trying to assassinate me!"

Lin Baiyu's beautiful eyes widened as she slowly looked at Kahn: My God! This German took the blame for firing the gun for me?

Liu Jingtang was also extremely shocked. He really didn't expect that the German officer that Lin Baiyu had found would be so fierce.

"You mean—the first shot was fired by the assassin?" The young police officer's expression was grave as he pulled out a small notebook and began recording detailed information.

"That's right, although it's a bit late now, I need you to investigate all suspicious persons in the vicinity!" Kahn ordered with some regret.

After the gunfire erupted, the marchers were thrown into chaos, and he had to travel around half of Berlin before finally returning to headquarters.

When they returned to V Agency, they were delayed again because of Lin Baiyu's matter. The assassin who fired the shot must have already escaped.

At this point, going to the police to investigate will likely yield little useful information.

"You want to find the person who fired the first shot, right?" Lin Baiyu suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Kahn turned to the side and looked at the unbelievably beautiful girl.

Lin Baiyu, a smug look on her face, pointed to the tip of her nose with her long, slender finger: "This young lady—saw him!"

She happened to be nearby at the time and just happened to see the man acting suspiciously behind a window.

Lin Baiyu saw the entire process of the other party raising their gun and aiming it at Kahn's car.

"Do you remember any of their characteristics?" Kahn laughed. This girl was somewhat useful; at least she wasn't as stupid as he had initially thought.

"Give it to me!" Lin Baiyu pointed to the notebook and pen in the young police officer's hand.

Kahn tossed his head.

The young police officer placed the items next to Lin Baiyu's plate.

Lin Baiyu picked up her pen, twirled the pen tip a couple of times with her slender fingers, and began sketching on the notebook.

With smooth, precise, and concise lines, the image of a man leaps off the page with just a few strokes.

She put down her pen and handed the notebook to Kahn: "I didn't draw that wrong; he has a scar on his face!"

Kahn glanced at the man's picture on the paper, carefully tore off the page, and handed the notebook back to the officer: "Remember his appearance. This piece of paper will be useful to me too—if you find him, don't disturb him. I want him alive!"

The young officer glanced at the paper in Kahn's hand again, memorized the portrait on it, and nodded emphatically.