It’s just the corpse.”

"Well, hello, Mr. Wheelchair. Nice to meet you."

Zhang Yong followed the good deeds like a stream.

The German provided by the system is good and the answers are fluent.

"please."

"please."

Zhang Yong followed Mr. Wheelchair.

Suddenly he took two steps faster and took the initiative to push the wheelchair for the other party. He just wanted to get the five kilograms of gold as soon as possible.

"Dear Zhang, you are the best to deal with."

"Why?"

"Because you only want gold."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong was speechless.

Is this a compliment to oneself? Or is it a mockery of oneself?

"I like your directness."

"Thanks."

"If what you want is not gold, it will be difficult for us to cooperate."

"oh……"

"Please take a look."

"Thanks!"

Zhang Yong saw five kilograms of gold.

Just put it in a small cloth bag.

In fact, five kilograms of gold is not that big. It is about the same size as a fist, or even smaller.

After all, gold has extremely high density. It is very small and very heavy.

"please."

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong picked up the gold without politeness and held it in his arms.

Indeed, pure gold trading is more comfortable.

Money is not a good thing…

But without money, there are no good things...

Favor debts are even harder to repay.

sit down.

Someone brought coffee.

Zhang Yong was thoughtful. It turns out that Germans also drink coffee.

Pick up the coffee cup.

"Mr. Wheelchair, what do you want from me?"

"We are all people walking in the dark. There should be some common perspectives."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Adolf Hitler is our greatest enemy."

"clear."

"So, we want revenge. I want him to pay the price. We want him to die! We want him to die in the most dishonorable way."

"Suicide. And then being burned with gasoline. Does that count?"

"certainly."

"Then there's no problem."

"What did you say?"

"I said, the road is tortuous and the struggle is cruel. But the future is bright. Mr. Wheelchair, you will win the final victory."

"In order to realize this wish, I am willing to give everything."

"all?"

"right."

"I can help you achieve this wish in ten years."

"If that's the case, everything I have can be transferred to you. I don't need anything external. I just want him to die!"

"you will."

Zhang Yong nodded.

It is September 1936.

By May 1945, it was less than ten years ago.

That's right. Less than ten years ago.

This vote will make a lot of money on your own.

You don't have to do anything at all, you just need to follow historical development.

When the time comes, the mustache will end on its own.

A veritable win.

Perfect!

Ready for coffee.

Who knew that the other person's words almost made him choke.

"I want you to kill Klinschmann."

Keep drinking coffee.

My mind was spinning at high speed, thinking about how to respond.

Kill Klinschmann?

It's a bit difficult.

Klinschmann was a member of the SS or the Gestapo.

If he were to be killed, Mustache would definitely protest and the army would be called to hold him accountable. With Chiang Kai-shek's urine, he would definitely be pushed out to take responsibility.

Of course, it's not impossible...

At night on the beach in Shanghai, many people died in mysterious circumstances.

What evidence do you have that I did it?

However, five kilograms of gold is far from enough. Even fifty kilograms are not enough.

Because Klinschmann can also bring benefits to Zhang Yong. Those blank visas are of great use.

Just taste it and stop.

lay down.

"Why kill him?"

"It's just revenge."

"submarine?"

"right."

"I reject."

Zhang Yong speaks out.

The main focus is sincerity.

"Why?"

"Because I need their blank visa."

Zhang Yong answered honestly.

The other party is obviously an old fox. He doesn't need to show off his IQ.
To be continued...