Gravedigger of the Empire

"We called looking for you. Albert told us you were here," Joe said as soon as he entered and saw Kahn.

After he finished speaking, he saw Lin Baiyu sitting not far away, and his eyes flashed with golden light.

"Where did you meet such a beautiful lady!" The Englishman was, after all, an Englishman; he was naturally gifted at being a sly rogue with a straight face.

Oh, they call this style gentlemanly conduct.

"Do you think your mistress has been spending less lately?" Kahn's words sent Joe into a deep rage.

This is Joe's eternal pain: if he had known he would be so rich now, he would have found someone younger and prettier back then.

Now, things are really messed up. Her ex-lover is holding onto her spot, and she can't easily get her hands on him. Finding a new one would cost her even more money, and Qiao is already feeling the pinch...

"I heard you were assassinated?" Maddie leaned closer, looked at the wound on Kahn's neck, and asked with a frown.

"Yes! I don't know who did it, I'm still investigating." Kahn's face darkened, and he nodded.

"What are you planning to do?" Joe leaned against the counter, his gaze sweeping over a group of soldiers sitting and eating and drinking on the other side.

There's no such thing as a thief who can be caught stealing for a thousand days straight. Being watched is unpleasant, and he felt Kahn should resolve this issue as soon as possible.

"Since you're here, I have something to say to you." Kahn decided to show some respect for their friendship.

"Go ahead," Maddie said, taking off his military cap and scratching his head.

"The higher-ups gave me the authority to investigate on my own and to form an action team." Kahn looked at Joe, then at Maddie. "Could the committee do me a favor with my investigation team?"

"I thought it was something serious," Joe chuckled. "Even if you bring in a thousand more people, we'll pretend we don't see it, okay?"

"You're a good friend!" Kahn patted Joe on the shoulder. This Englishman, apart from being a womanizer, did have some redeeming qualities.

"You can choose any weapon you like! Machine gun? Armored vehicle? You can't possibly want an A7V, can you?" Maddie was really going all out.

He didn't want to be outdone by the British, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with giving Kahn some weapons.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't want that junk even if you gave it to me." Kahn had no interest in the boat-shaped tractor.

If you gave him a few Tiger tanks, he could really show off... but unfortunately, he doesn't.

Of course, he didn't have the guts to drive a Tiger tank under the Brandenburg Gate during peacetime... he didn't want to die.

but.

Kahn really wanted to equip his operations forces with some good stuff.

"I need 50 P-18 submachine guns first, any problem?"

"Just kidding! If that's not enough, we'll find you 10 more." Joe laughed even more unrestrainedly.

Six months ago, he wouldn't have dared to make such a guarantee.

But now he really dares to do it, because his boss, his boss's boss... who hasn't taken money from him?

"Are there any new armored vehicles in the next batch? If so, keep a few for you to use!" Madi suggested from the side, "If not, you can just ride in an armored vehicle wherever you go!"

Kahn was speechless: Armored vehicles these days only have a few slits for observation windows; if you just huddle inside, you're no different from a turtle.

Yes! There's also a Maxim machine gun up there, imposing and majestic, looking down on the world.

It felt great, really great.

Unfortunately, if this kind of car were to drive on the streets of Berlin, the president's office would be bombarded with calls!

After mentally grumbling for a moment, Kahn suddenly realized that he really should order a few bulletproof cars for himself.

When it comes to safety, you can never be too careful.

In 1921, Zhang Zuolin, the warlord of the Fengtian clique in China, commissioned an American bulletproof armored car to be used as his personal vehicle.

In 1922, it seemed quite reasonable for Kahn to get himself a modified Daimler armored car...

Anyway, the technology has already matured, and American gangsters have been modifying it privately, so there is no difficulty at all.

With that in mind, Kahn stopped Maddie: "We don't need armored vehicles. I'll figure out a way to get around."

At this point, Kahn noticed Mrs. Love hesitating behind the bar, and knowing she had something to say, he arranged, "Now that we've finished the business, how about staying for a bite to eat?"

Joe glanced at the restaurant and shook his head decisively: "We're relieved to see you're alright. Let's come another day! It's too crowded here today."

"Yes! There are so many people." Maddie didn't want to drink red wine in such a noisy environment, so he declined Kahn's invitation: "Let's go! We'll talk about it another day!"

"That pretty girl is nice!" Joe said, turning back one last time.

Kahn saw the two out of the restaurant, then turned around and saw Mrs. Love standing behind him: "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Löw whispered, "The doctor is gone. That Chinese man... he's fine now."

"Thank you for your hard work," Kahn said gratefully.

After saying that, he walked over to Lin Baiyu and Liu Jingtang and said, "Li Hu's wound has been treated... Have you eaten? If you have, would you like to go and check on him?"

After he asked that, how could the two of them possibly still have the appetite? Almost simultaneously, they both stood up.

After passing through the bustling kitchen, navigating the alley behind, and entering the house, the stench of blood still lingered.

There were blood-stained gauze bandages on the ground, and no one had cleaned them up because of the haste.

The bed was also a mess, with bloodstains on the white sheets. The blood had oxidized and turned brownish-red, no longer so shocking.

"He's alright now! He'll probably wake up a little while later..." Kahn glanced down at his feet, avoiding a piece of gauze stuck to the floor.

"Thank you so much..." Liu Jingtang didn't know what to say.

The two weren't blood brothers, but their bond was even stronger than that of blood brothers. Hearing that Li Hu was out of danger, Liu Jingtang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let him lie here. The wound can't get infected, or it will be very dangerous," Kahn instructed.

Anyway, he has plenty of money and space, so arranging for someone like him to recuperate here isn't a big deal.

But his small act of kindness was a different matter for Li Hu, who was so poor that he struggled to even eat.

Liu Jingtang pulled up a chair and sat down again on the edge of the bed. He hoped that the first thing Li Hu would see when he woke up was that he was there.

Lin Baiyu looked at Kahn again, thought for a moment, then moved closer to him and asked in a low voice, "There's something I'm curious about..."

"Hmm?" Kahn looked at her, meeting her large, watery eyes.

"How much money did my dad bribe you with?" Lin Baiyu thought. If she had enough pocket money, bribing such a German lackey wouldn't be a bad idea.

Kahn: "..."