The night of revelry ended, after pouring down more than a dozen Wehrmacht officers and no less than this number of SS officers. Oscar. Schindler finally staggered out of the ballroom, ready for the chauffeur to take him home.

"Oh, what a hard day." Sitting in the custom-made leather seats in the back of the car, Schindler felt like he might have drunk so much that he walked like he was stepping on cotton. But it was worth it, and at the banquet he not only received new orders for the next quarter, but also brought in a lot of Jewish workers from the inhuman SS. Although they had to work long hours in their own factories, it was better than being slaughtered like cattle in concentration camps.

"It's all worth the hard work. Isn't it? Mr. Schindler. Hearing the boss's casual complaints, the driver, who was already familiar with him, replied with a smile. Although this gentleman is already a successful businessman who has made a lot of money, he is still very easy-going with his employees, especially when he is in a good mood.

"Of course, today I've pulled out a lot of orders from those insatiable guys. Oh, but you'll need to gag them with a lot of marks after the deal is done. Sometimes, I don't know whether to thank or curse the big guys at the top who stuffed all this group of moths into the back office. Pouting, Schindler said with a slight mockery.

"Oh, Mr. Schindler, please think about it. If it weren't for these moths, we might not even be able to eat...... Oh my! The driver suddenly let out an exclamation, and through the pouring rain, he saw a young man with a black umbrella standing motionless in the middle of the road. The driver, who didn't have time to stop, had to press the brakes hard and turn the steering wheel desperately to the left at the same time.

Fortunately, because of the rainy weather, he didn't dare to drive too fast. The sedan stopped crookedly in front of the young man, and the driver strangely appeared in front of the car that almost hit him, and the young man's expression did not change at all, as if he had known that the sedan would stop in time.

"Hell, what happened?" Schindler exclaimed.

Because of the sudden change of direction of the car, he couldn't help rolling in the car with no seat belt in the back seat.

"Damn, no, I'm not talking about you. A man suddenly ran out of the road just now. Uh, maybe a drunk. Please rest assured that I will do my best to kill him. The driver apologized again and again, and then opened the door menacingly.

The tall, big, bulldog-like guy grabbed the young man by the collar.

"Hey, I don't know if you're getting high, or if you're drinking too much. In short, if you don't want to get into trouble, it's best to consciously stand aside. The strong smell of garlic mixed with bad breath made young people frown.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do with Mr. Schindler." Quietly brushing the driver's hand away, the young man looked into the car in a calm tone.

"Huh? What are you talking about. The driver sneered and reached out to stop the young man who was trying to get around him.

"I don't have time to talk to you, look here." The young man cocked up his index finger to himself, and the driver looked over in confusion. Then, he felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then he fell unconscious to the ground.

"Hey, young man, don't do anything stupid. If you're strapped for money right now, I can lend you all the money I have, but please don't continue to hurt my staff. Seeing the driver faint inexplicably, Schindler hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car and ran to the young man. Without a hint of hesitation, he opened his wallet and held all the marks in his hand, as long as the person in front of him nodded, he could get the money.

"Just to confirm, please ask if you are Oscar. Mr. Schindler? The young man lowered the scarf that covered half of his face, revealing the face of an Oriental. He asked Schindler in a calm and low voice, as if it was someone else who had just put down the driver and bodyguard.

"Yes, I am." After a moment's hesitation, Schindler nodded in the affirmative.

"I'm looking for you to have a big business to talk about."

"No matter what kind of business it is, it's not the behavior of a serious businessman that you suddenly came to stop my car like this." Hearing this, Schindler couldn't help frowning and showing a little unhappy expression, could this plainly dressed and even shabby guy in front of him still bring him any great business?

"It's big business about the lives of dozens, if not millions." The young man did not flinch from Schindler's contemptuous gaze, and he threw a bombshell in a calm tone.

......Hearing this answer, Schindler suddenly remembered that he was constantly asking the Germans for the Jews in the name of factory needs, and in fact he was providing them with protection. If the young man in front of him had gone to report to the inhumane Nazis......

His pupils shrank, and he nervously reached into his pockets to grip the cold pistol grip.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just ......" the young man smiled, raising his black umbrella slightly. Just a passing messenger of justice. ”

“…… If you're kidding, can I go? Hearing this joking answer, Schindler laughed angrily. This guy in front of me is probably a fool. Releasing the grip of the pistol, he planned to pay a little money to knock the man away, and then find a way to wake up the driver and drive home. He didn't want to be outside on such a cold day.

"Of course, I don't like to talk about business in this bad weather." The young man familiarly put the black umbrella in Schindler's hand, and then lifted the unconscious driver. Under Schindler's astonished gaze, he shoved the tall driver into the trunk of the car, and then naturally sat in the driver's seat.

"What are you waiting for?" Rolling down the window, the strange young man looked strangely at Schindler, who was standing motionless in the rain.

"Uh, you ......" Why did he look at me like a fool? Schindler thought inexplicably, and then a strange force stopped him from being surprised.

"That's right, business should still be in the office." Schindler said in a trance, and then without hesitation, he got into the carriage and began to show the young man the way.

Not long after, they arrived at Schindler's office in the factory.

Sitting in his familiar chair, Schindler finally came to his senses and looked at the coffee cup in his hand, quietly thinking about what he had just heard.

Having been in contact with the Germans for a long time, he certainly knew about the unusually high death rate of Jews in the concentration camps. But he would never have imagined that the German side was actually implementing such a cruel and inhumane plan. As far as he could tell him, most of the people in front of him were just a madman. But my intuition told Sù Schindler that this man was telling the truth.

Imagine if all the 20,000 Jewish prisoners in the concentration camp were made immortal soldiers......

Schindler's mind conjured up a picture of the walking dead all over the mountain, and the horrific sight made him shiver involuntarily.

"Hell ......"

"Yes, if left unchecked, that plan will drag the whole world to hell. So, please tell me, Mr. Schindler, would you be willing to cooperate with me in destroying the entire plan of the Undead Legion? "Su Qin, this is his name to himself. This ordinary soldier from the Far East spoke solemnly and without any reason.

Hearing these words, Schindler felt his head swell and hurt, and he didn't know if it was because of alcohol or because of intuition. He actually began to think about what he should do and what he could do if that plan was true.

"Of course I do, but don't you think that's a bit whimsical? I'm just an ordinary businessman, and you're just a soldier. How could our power alone have an impact on such a vast project. ”

"Please don't underestimate yourself, and don't underestimate my strength." Hearing that Schindler's attitude was finally starting to loosen, Su Qin showed a hint of a smile. He walked slowly to the table and held his left hand over it. Then, Schindler's eyes widened as he saw the heavy solid wood desk in front of him slowly float.

God, when this desk was moved in, it took six strong guys to barely fit into the office. Ignoring his image, Schindler leaned down and fumbled back and forth between his desk and the floor. Immediately afterward, he got up again and carefully checked the table for ropes.

After some panic, he finally made sure that the table was indeed floating in the air.

"I need a glass of brandy." Walking briskly to the wine cabinet, Schindler trembled and opened the glass wine bottle to fill himself with a glass. His shaking hand poured a lot of wine on the floor, but he wasn't in the mood to care about it right now. Although he was just an ordinary believer who was not very religious, the natural force that suddenly appeared in front of him still broke the solid three views he had built up for decades.

Schindler barely regained some composure from the spirits, and he sat back in his chair and watched Su Qin put his desk back in place.

"Well, I have to admit that you have extraordinary powers. But do you have any specific plans for that? ”

"Please don't worry, I just remembered something."

"What?"

"I seem to have forgotten to get your driver out of the trunk."

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