"Are you American?!"

The old man at the front of the team was obviously stunned by Carter's eloquent red-necked English.

After a brief moment of surprise, the old man's reply was quite quick...

"Of course, in addition, I would like to ask, who is the deceased here? It should be the deceased, right?"

Old German man:...

I don’t even know who the dead person is. No, I’m not even sure if it’s the dead person. Why are you running here?!

"Sir, you are so rude! Very rude!"

The old man was a little angry, and a feeling of being cheated came to his heart.

Isn't this a joke?!

Who the hell are you?!

"hehe..."

Glancing at the old man, Carter's attitude was a little arrogant. He looked down at him with a look that said he didn't want to pay attention to "low-class people like you", which made the old man's blood boil...

"Beckett!"

Just when the old man was a little angry and wanted to argue with Carter, the lady beside the old man pulled his arm. An old husband and wife can understand each other without too many words.

Feeling that his wife was unwilling to provoke an unknown person for no reason, the old man was a little dismissive of young people like Carter, but he also held back his emotions...

He even gave up his position and let Carter line up in front of him...

"I'll see how you get in later..."

...

...

"Who are you?"

At the entrance of the Frankfurt Theater, several men dressed in black bodyguards stopped Carter as expected. They had been observing this outstanding guy for a long time.

From the perspective of judging people by their appearance, they don't think the people in the hall have anything to do with a young man like Carter. Maybe they are juniors from a certain family? Then they need to ask about their origins...

"I'm just a passerby who wants to come in and say a mass for the deceased."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we don't need it here for the time being, so please come back!"

The bodyguard, who felt a little bit jealous at heart, still remained polite on the surface. After giving the gifts, seeing that Carter didn't move, he took out a few marks from his pocket and handed them to Carter:

"As a thank you for your kindness, please accept it!"

"No, no, no, I don't need this! I'm not a beggar, I just want to..."

"Where are these?"

Because Carter was stuck at the door, this passage had been blocked for a long time. The bodyguard impatiently took out a few more marks...

"Are you insulting me?"

Carter smashed the jasmine flower in his hand to the ground...

This is not about causing trouble on your own initiative!

"I swear I didn't!"

The bodyguard was saying apologies, but his eyes were getting worse and worse. And the movement here also attracted the attention of more bodyguards...

Seeing more and more bodyguards gathering here, Carter became even more excited:

"Then please explain, what the hell does this mean?!"

Carter snatched the German mark from the opponent's hand and pressed forward step by step. Then...

"Sir, please stop it! We don't want to cause any unpleasantness at Mr. Quant's funeral, but if you are too greedy, don't blame us!"

A man who looked like a bodyguard captain suddenly appeared next to Carter and held Carter's shoulders. He leaned close to Carter and slowly threatened him in Carter's ear.

Quant...

Carter's eyes twitched. This name seemed familiar...

"This is the first time I have been treated as a beggar. You will pay the price for your stupidity!"

The murmuring in his heart did not affect Carter at all in replying to the words of the bodyguard captain...

"Hey, you kid, are you here to cause trouble?!"

"Why haven't you kicked him out yet?!"

Under the back-and-forth exchange of lips and teeth, the old man lined up behind Carter smiled secretly. He also started the rhythm and put pressure on the bodyguards...

After taking a deep look at Carter, the bodyguards did not take action. Instead, one of them separated and quickly ran into the hall. After a while, he ran out again and rushed out of the Frankfurt Theater...

About three minutes later, a team of police officers arrived, signaling that the farce in front of the theater had come to an end.

However...

...

...

"Your cell is not very good! Oh, sorry, I forgot, this is just a detention room... Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a shabby equipment, you don't even have a rifle, do you?!"

After being taken into the Frankfurt police station, Carter not only showed no signs of timidity, but his sarcastic face also made him laugh...

Just kidding, at the funeral of a big shot, Carter still had to worry about the host's face. If he went too far, if he kicked a piece of iron, wouldn't he become the stupid villain in the Internet article?

!He’s still the kind of guy who doesn’t even have a name...

But in the police station... Carter doesn't think that the Frankfurt local police are more powerful than the Army Intelligence Group that serves the entire US military in Europe. If they can't even handle such a small matter...

The worst he could do was call Old Carter and ask him to help him get some money. In fact, there was no need to bother too many people at all, and he didn't commit anything, right?

Carter was waiting for what Sullivan would do after seeing him being taken away by the police. So while waiting, why not...

"Oh, I forgot, you will even hang a black broom handle on the tank to serve as a vehicle-mounted machine gun. You don't have a rifle, so that seems reasonable... How about I sponsor you a little bit?"

"Although I don't know who is behind you, it always takes time for them to come over. If I were you, I would choose to shut up. Otherwise, you will be the one who suffers now, even if we have to pay more in the future.

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Faced with Carter's behavior of deliberately irritating the police officers around him, the leading veteran policeman's eyes flashed with wisdom.

Americans now have a somewhat special status in Germany, and look at Carter's confident look. This sentence sounds like a warning to Carter, but rather a warning to the police officers under his command: Be polite!

Just send this plague god away as soon as possible...

"Hehe, you're not bad! Uncle, let me ask, is the name of the deceased in the Frankfurt Theater called Quant? This name is familiar to me, but I seem to have forgotten it. What does he do?"

You can't pretend to be a bad guy for a long time. Seeing that these policemen were not fooled, Carter also restrained his cynicism and asked a slightly more serious question.

It's not that he's being polite or looking for trouble, but Carter has always felt that the name Quant is familiar. But he just can't remember it...

"Businessman...well, to be precise, a successful businessman. Okay, go ahead and sit down for a while. If you need anything, you can tell us, but the premise is that you'd better have a strong enough background. Otherwise, you are now Any requests made will be repaid by you multiple times in the future!"

Opening the door of the detention room, the old policeman politely made a "please" gesture. Until now, Carter didn't even have handcuffs on his hands...

The so-called impartiality of European and American judiciary has once again been trampled on the ground and played with...
Chapter completed!