Who can be relied on? Zhuo Fei has thought about this question for a long time, people's greed is terrible, and in the face of the temptation of huge wealth, even those best brothers can't trust 100%. Zhuo Fei proposed to meet with Krupp in the villa of the Hansen family, because he knew that if he proposed to meet with Hitler directly, the people of the Hansen family would not agree, so he could only retreat and put Krupp in the first place.

At dusk, the sedan drove into the Hansen family's estate in the suburbs, and the men and women who stepped out of the sedan looked very good-looking, the ladies wore jewel-encrusted ornaments, and the men wore high-end clothes and hats. At sunset, Hefeng, who had been informed, was driving to the Hansen family's estate with Hefman and the others, and three black Mercedes-Benz sedans sped along the paved road, and soon disappeared into the night.

The Hansen family held a small drinking party, and although there were only about twenty participants, there were more than a dozen vigilant-looking young men lurking at the high point outside the manor and in the car parked in the shadows. They kept a close eye on the various intersections in the vicinity, ready to deal with the unexpected that might arise at any time, and because of the presence of these people, the atmosphere in the manor was much more relaxed.

"Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the beautiful Lenk Manor!" An elderly man in a white suit with an English mustache holds a goblet and greets the visitors and the beautiful lady they are holding. Apparently as a sign of sincerity, he drank the red wine from his glass and smiled heartily at the crowd.

Zhuo Fei, who couldn't catch up with the opening, just quietly looked around the people in the hall, and Hansen was still sent by the family to receive Zhuo Fei, because in his family, only Hansen could speak Chinese and was very familiar with Zhuo Fei. Although he failed to inherit the memory of the original body, all the abilities possessed by this body, strength, endurance, alcohol power, etc., were still at Zhuo Fei's disposal.

As a time-traveler from later generations, Zhuo Fei's beer volume is almost excessive, but even so, Zhuo Fei has never shown off or indulged in drinking. Thanks to this rational prudence, he was able to survive all the crises in the days of licking blood from the knife in later lives. Now that he has arrived at the Hansen family's manor, Zhuo Fei only took a sip of wine, and carefully observed the expressions and demeanors of every unfamiliar face here.

The current patriarch of the Hansen family, the old man in the white suit, was apparently showing off his experiences to the ladies around him, and the bizarre or thrilling stories won the amazements of the ladies who sometimes exclaimed and laughed. Zhuo Fei had no intention of paying attention to these, but just moved his gaze to look around the hall, and used his friend or foe identification skills to carefully screen everyone present.

The Hansen family convened a welcome reception, but there was no band and dance hall at the reception, only soft music was played on the gramophone, and the guests freely chose food and drinks to communicate freely. Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, it was impossible to continue chatting with a room of idlers on such an occasion, and Zhuo Fei's eyes showed impatience for the first time.

Suddenly, Zhuo Fei felt someone gently pat him on the back, so Zhuo Fei hurriedly turned around, only to see Hansen standing behind him. "Hey! Where the hell did you die? I've been looking for you just now! Zhuo Fei's tone was a little dissatisfied, Han Sen actually sneaked away alone just now, which made Zhuo Fei somewhat dissatisfied.

"Ahh What did I do just now? Zhuo Fei's reaction made Hansen a little dazed, and then hurriedly justified his behavior just now. Then he suddenly lowered his voice and said to Zhuo Fei, "Follow me!" Someone looking for you? Hansen's voice was in a hurry, as if the room was on fire at once.

"Who?" Zhuo Fei, who was still holding a wine glass in his hand, asked with some dissatisfaction, "Can you tell him to wait?" I haven't finished this glass of wine yet! The cold reception he received at the reception and Hansen's performance just now made Zhuo Fei seem a little absent-minded.

"Zhuo, don't you want to see Mr. Krupp? Put down your wine first, and come with me," Roth reminded unwillingly, and then regardless of Zhuo Fei's reaction, he just reached out and pulled Zhuo Fei's sleeve and walked out of the hall. Knowing that Hansen was going to take him to see Krupp, Zhuo Fei gave up the struggle, and after walking out of the hall, he asked Huffman, who was waiting outside, to take out a long box from the car.

After a while, Hansen led Zhuo Fei through the courtyard into another room, and the two went up the main staircase directly to the third floor to the door of a room. Hansen stood there respectfully and knocked lightly on the ivory door. "Who?" Hearing Hansen's knock on the door, someone in the room asked in a low voice.

"Is it uncle? I'm Hansen. Hansen replied respectfully outside the door, "Uncle, I have brought you the person you are looking for." Receiving a response from the room, Hansen patted Zhuo Fei on the shoulder, "Zhuo, you can go in now, now good luck!" Then Hansen went downstairs without looking back.

"Good luck to me? What does that mean? Zhuo Fei was confused by Han Sen's actions, but time did not allow him to think so much, after all, the people in the room had already said that they could enter, so Zhuo Fei straightened his clothes, and then carried the long box and straightened his waist and calmly pushed open the door. Inside the room, there was a big living room with Michelangelo's Genesis painted on the ceiling, and under this huge fresco, a dozen delicate armchairs formed a very large circle, all of which were occupied by people, and they all looked very old.

Some of them were dressed in the uniforms of the Weimar Republic, others in civilian clothes, and they were either holding cigarettes in their hands or holding delicate white porcelain carved teacups, and they all gathered around the round table and chatted with each other. Seeing Zhuo Fei push the door in alone, an old man who was originally sitting on a chair hurriedly stepped forward, and took Zhuo Fei's arm and whispered, "Your Excellency Krupp wants to see you, be careful when you talk!" Pay attention to your words. ”

Could it be that these are the so-called Junker aristocracy? Zhuo Fei looked at the old men at the round table with the corner of his eyes as he walked, and like Zhuo Fei, the old men at the round table were also very interested in Zhuo Fei, a person with an oriental face. In an instant, the old men who were still chatting there just now stopped, and all their attention was focused on Zhuo Fei. And Zhuo Fei was also staring at the old man sitting on the big bench in the middle opposite him at this time, a chubby face with a mustache unique to German aristocrats, and a pair of half-squinted big eyes on both sides of the high nose bridge, although the other party was sitting, his figure looked more tall and burly.

"Young man, I heard you want to see me?" The room fell silent, and it was Krupp who sat in a chair to break the silence first, and his tone was slow, but it showed his incomparable majesty. If it were other young people, he might be frightened by the atmosphere that Krupp deliberately created at this time, but Zhuo Fei was a warrior who ran around the killing field all day long, and no matter how majestic Krupp was, it could not be compared with the murderous aura released by Zhuo Fei in an instant.

"Yes, sir, I am a friend of Hansen, and I ask Hansen's family to help me facilitate this meeting with you." Confirming that the person who spoke was the Krupp he wanted to see, Zhuo Fei didn't hide his intentions, and didn't care at all about the eyes of the old men around him looking at him, Zhuo Fei just replied loudly. "I would like to see you alone, because I may have something that interests you, and I guess you don't want too many people to know about what I have."

Krupp and the old men in the room shifted their eyes from Zhuo Fei to the long box, reached out and touched his mustache, and Krupp nodded in agreement. There were many empty rooms on the third floor, and soon, Zhuo Fei and Krupp appeared alone in one of the empty rooms, but there were a few bodyguards from the Krupp family standing outside the room. "Mr. Krupp, I know that your family has always been the largest arms manufacturer in Germany, I wonder if you are interested in infantry weapons, Your Excellency?"

Zhuo Fei didn't pay attention to Krupp's reaction, but slowly put the long box he was carrying on the table, and then slowly opened the box in front of Krupp. "This is a new rifle that I have independently designed and developed, and unlike the rifles that are equipped with armies in countries around the world today, my new rifle uses a 7.62x39 mm intermediate power cartridge, and like the Mauser military pistols produced in your country, my new rifle has two types of fire, single and burst."

Zhuo Fei took out the AK assault rifle that had been exchanged from the light curtain from the long box, and Krupp's eyes were instantly deeply attracted by the AK assault rifle in Zhuo Fei's hand. According to Zhuo Fei's words just now, the strangely shaped rifle in front of him should have an automatic burst fire function like a submachine gun, Krupp couldn't control the shock in his heart, and reached out to grab the assault rifle in Zhuo Fei's hand and looked at it carefully.

According to Zhuo Fei's introduction, Krupp took the magazine off the assault rifle a little awkwardly, and picked up the empty gun and made a few movements to prepare for shooting. "Young man, do you know what an automatic rifle means?" Krupp watched carefully as Zhuo Fei skillfully disassembled this assault rifle into a pile of parts, and these simple parts in front of him made Krupp's eyes shine, and Krupp did not hide his love and importance for the new rifle in Zhuo Fei's hand.