Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

"Fritts."

"Louis? What's going on?"

Lin Shangzhou asked doubtfully, wondering why Louis called. However, he waited for several seconds and did not hear Louis's answer, which made him feel more uneasy.

"Louis?"

Lin Shangzhou called out the name of his friend on the other end of the communicator anxiously. He heard some sound coming from Louis, as if he was hesitating whether to speak or not. The more he did this, the more uneasy Lin Shangzhou felt.

He heard Louis take a deep breath, and then heard his words.

"Fritts, your uncle...was murdered."

When Lin Shangzhou heard this, his first reaction was disbelief. He said jokingly, "Louis, this kind of joke is not allowed."

Lin Shangzhou's voice trembled a little. He actually knew that Louis would not make such a joke, but he just didn't want to believe it.

"Fritts, I'm not kidding. Your uncle was killed by that group of extreme racists, and your house was also burned down by them..."

Lin Shangzhou turned off the communicator before Louis finished speaking. He put the communicator back in his pocket, walked to the other side of the car, opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Letitia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little surprised that he came back so soon, and from the look of Lin Shangzhou, he didn't go shopping. Letitia turned her head to look at Lin Shangzhou's face and wanted to ask what happened, but when she saw the expression on his face, she was stunned. She had never seen Lin Shangzhou like this.

Lin Shangzhou's expression was very calm, and his calmness did not make people feel scary or strange. But in Letitia's impression, Lin Shangzhou always showed his emotions on his face. He was happy when he was happy and angry when he was angry. But today he was so calm.

Letitia realized what had happened, and it was something very bad. After hesitating for a long time, she swallowed her words back, but Lin Shangzhou's appearance made her extremely worried.

Lin Shangzhou started the car and drove down the road. His heart was unexpectedly calm, as if what had just happened had not happened. But in fact his mind was in a mess. He tried his best to concentrate on driving and not let himself think about what had just happened.

But the final destination of this trip is Wuyou Palace, returning to his own home. Lin Shangzhou knows that he will eventually have to face this fact, but he just doesn't want to face it now.

Now all he could do was numb himself like this.

On the way back to Wuyou Palace, Lin Shangzhou said nothing to Letitia, he just drove there by himself. There was no other sound between the two of them except the sound of the car running.

Looking at Lin Shangzhou who was silent and focused on driving, Letitia became more and more uneasy. She wanted to ask Lin Shangzhou what happened, but she was worried that her words would have a bad influence on Lin Shangzhou.

After hesitating for a long time, Letitia decided to ask what happened. She didn't want to see Lin Shangzhou like this all the time.

"Fritts, what happened?"

Letitia asked in a concerned voice.

This sentence woke Lin Shangzhou, whose brain was in chaos. What happened? Yes, what happened? He remembered what Louis had just said. What happened?

My uncle was murdered.

Thinking of this thing he had always been reluctant to think about, Lin Shangzhou's heart was still very calm. He took a deep breath and said to Letitia while driving: "My uncle passed away."

Such a sentence should be difficult to say, and even if you say it, you will have to hesitate and stutter for a long time. But Lin Shangzhou said it very smoothly at this moment. The one who died was not his uncle, but a person who had nothing to do with him.

"Varied--"

The moment she heard this, Letitia was stunned. Then she covered her mouth and tried her best not to show her emotions. She was worried that if she cried, Lin Shangzhou would collapse emotionally.

It was difficult for Letitia to accept Lin Yangyu's sudden death. Her relationship with Lin Yangyu was not very deep, but in her eyes, Lin Yangyu was a very good elder. It was difficult for Letitia not to feel sad when such an elder whom she knew suddenly passed away.

She tried her best not to cry, and she stopped asking Lin Shangzhou more questions. She was worried that once she opened her mouth, her emotions, which had finally calmed down, would burst out. She was even more afraid that her outburst would cause Lin Shangzhou's emotions to collapse.

Just like that, the two of them fell into silence again, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the car running.

After a while, Lin Shangzhou saw the ruins of the fire in the distance. The house was not completely burned down, but it was no longer a "home".

There were many people gathered around the ruins of what used to be his home, including policemen, firefighters, and reporters whom he didn't want to see now.

As time went by, Lin Shangzhou got closer and closer to his home, and the people surrounding there also noticed the black car. After being dispersed by the police and Hans and others, the reporters who were taking pictures around the ruins dispersed on the roadside.

Half a minute later, Lin Shangzhou slowly parked the car in front of the small gate in the yard of his home. This place was not affected by the fire and still remained the same as Lin Shangzhou remembered.

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Chapter 170 Choice

Lin Shangzhou reached out to open the car door and slowly got out of the car. The moment he got out of the car, he felt countless eyes focused on him. These eyes made him feel a little annoyed. He moved his heavy steps to the fence. At this time, he heard the sound of camera flashes and saw the flash on one side.

I don't know which newspaper's reporter took the photo of him standing in front of his yard. After him, other reporters wanted to do the same. Hans glared at these reporters fiercely before making them behave themselves.

Lin Shangzhou put his hand on the fence, which seemed to still have residual heat from the previous fire. He couldn't understand why his uncle was gone just a few hours later.

He couldn't understand why such a thing happened. Why was his uncle killed on the eve of his departure? Even if Bode left, weren't there still police nearby?

Where are the police?

Did that group of extremists act right under the noses of the police?

He stood in front of the fence and looked at the charred ruins in front of him. There were broken walls of the house and some furniture that was not completely burned, but nothing else.

Lin Shangzhou thought of the photo album he had looked at with his uncle this morning. That was the first time he knew what his other relatives looked like. Now he could still remember what his grandfather, parents, and aunt looked like, but what about the future? That was the only photo he could use to remember his relatives, but now the album had also disappeared in the fire.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Lin Shangzhou had the urge to rush over and look for the relics with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the photo album was not burned?

But he knew that the only things left in the ruins were load-bearing walls and unburned furniture, and it was impossible for the photos to be preserved.

"Fritts."

In a trance, Lin Shangzhou seemed to hear Louis' voice. He turned his head and saw Louis walking to his side. At this time, he suddenly thought of another thing, where is his uncle?

"Louis, where's my uncle? Where's his body?"

Lin Shangzhou asked in a rather calm tone, not at all as if a relative had just died. Louis was frightened by his appearance. This was the first time he saw Lin Shangzhou like this. His purpose of coming here was to take Lin Shangzhou to Lin Yangyu's body, but now he hesitated.

"Forehead…"

Louis opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to take Lin Shangzhou to see his uncle's body.

"Fritts, prepare yourself and follow me."

Lin Shangzhou nodded and followed Louis to the other side of the road. The two of them walked through the crowd and came to a body covered with a white cloth. Lin Shangzhou walked up to him and squatted down. He looked at the body covered with white cloth in front of him and couldn't imagine what his uncle looked like below.

His heart could no longer remain calm at this moment. The sadness that had been suppressed before surged out in his heart. He tried to lift the white cloth with trembling hands. After lifting a corner and seeing the charred, unrecognizable body inside, he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He didn't want to believe that the person under the white cloth was his uncle, but that was the fact.

At this time, Letitia came behind him, she covered her mouth with unspeakable sadness in her heart. Louis stood behind Lin Shangzhou, he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He wanted to say "my condolences" to Lin Shangzhou, but he couldn't say the words. How could he express his condolences for the death of his only relative?

Lin Shangzhou took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and stood up. He turned to Louis and asked, "Louis, has the murderer been caught?"

Louis nodded and said, "Hans and Vic stopped the three murderers. One was beaten by Vic and sent to the hospital. Another was also sent to the hospital because he was unconscious. Only one guy was left who was still conscious."

The moment he heard that the murderer was caught, Lin Shangzhou's expression changed from calm to stern. He said to Louis in a cold tone: "I want to go see him."

Louis nodded, turned around and took Lin Shangzhou to the location of the young murderer.

The two of them walked through the crowd again, and Lin Shangzhou saw a young man sitting dejectedly on the ground. His intuition told him that this man was the murderer who stayed behind.

Lin Shangzhou unknowingly quickened his pace, and when Louis reacted, he had already rushed in front of the murderer. Then Lin Shangzhou punched the murderer in the face and knocked him to the ground. This scene was recorded by a photographer, and the white flash made Louis secretly think that something was wrong.

If Lin Shangzhou does something extreme next time and it is recorded by them, it will be difficult to deal with in the future.

He winked at Hans, who immediately understood and joined Horace in asking the reporters to calm down. He then quickly walked behind Lin Shangzhou, who was beating the young murderer, and prepared to persuade him to stop for the time being.

However, when Louis walked to Lin Shangzhou's side, he unexpectedly saw that Lin Shangzhou had stopped. Lin Shangzhou got up from the murderer, and the murderer also sat up from the ground tremblingly, curled up and did not dare to look up at the man who beat him.

He knew that this man was the other person he had originally planned to kill, but he just couldn't muster the courage to look up at him. The racist fanaticism that had driven him here disappeared without a trace, and only endless fear remained in his heart.

Lin Shangzhou stood in front of the young murderer and asked in the calmest tone he could show: "My uncle and I have never seen you before, right?"

The young murderer was shocked when he heard Lin Shangzhou's words. He stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond. Seeing that he didn't move, Lin Shangzhou suppressed his anxiety and said patiently, "Answer me."

After being urged once, the young murderer nodded repeatedly and whispered: "I...have never seen you before..."

"We've never met, have we?"

Lin Shangzhou raised the corner of his mouth. For some reason, he showed a terrifying smile. The next second, his face became ferocious with anger. He roared at the young murderer in front of him: "Since we have never met before and have no relationship, why did you kill my uncle for no reason! Why!"

He yelled and grabbed the young man's hair and pulled him up. Lin Shangzhou looked into his eyes with a grim look and whispered, "Just because of the meaningless racist sentiment in your heart?"

The young man closed his eyes and dared not answer. Seeing that he did not speak, Lin Shangzhou grabbed his hair and forcibly dragged him to the body of his uncle. He threw the young man to the ground with force. Seeing that the young man buried his head on the ground and did not want to look up, Lin Shangzhou pulled his hair to pull his head up, pointed at the body covered with white cloth in front of him and growled:

“Because of your senseless racist tricks and racist sentiments, you killed my only family and made me lose my only family!

The young man closed his eyes in fear and dared not look at the scene in front of him. Seeing him like this, Lin Shangzhou stretched out his hands and forcibly pried open his eyes and shouted at him: "Open your eyes and look at the person you killed..."

Hearing this, the young man opened his eyes and defended himself with a trembling voice: "I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anyone! I was just watching when they stabbed him with a knife. I really didn't kill your uncle. It wasn't me!"

Lin Shangzhou was amused by his words. He sneered, grabbed his head, looked down at his eyes and whispered, "So you were just watching when my uncle was killed, right?"

"So you actually had the opportunity to stop your accomplice from taking action, but you didn't do it, right?"

Lin Shangzhou could see that the young man was very scared now, but what was the use of him being scared now?

"What's the point of you being scared now? If you were really scared, you wouldn't have come here at all. But the fact is that you came here with your accomplices, and together with them, you killed my uncle and burned down my house."

Lin Shangzhou told him the young man's crimes word by word. The young man was a little overwhelmed by what he said. He closed his eyes and didn't want to look at him. He also stretched out his hands to cover his ears, unwilling to listen to him.

His evasive look aroused Lin Shangzhou's anger. Lin Shangzhou pressed his head to the ground and rubbed it, destroying his face and saying, "What's the point of you running away now! Ah! Don't you hate Chinese people? Why are you afraid now? Are you running away now?"

The young man did not answer Lin Shangzhou's question, but even if he wanted to answer, he couldn't. As if feeling a little tired, Lin Shangzhou stopped what he was doing and stood up.

At this time Hans came over. He had something to say to Lin Shangzhou, but the moment Lin Shangzhou turned around and saw him, he took his pistol out of the holster. Hans was confused by this sudden situation, but for a few seconds, no one knew whether he was really at a loss or deliberately let Lin Shangzhou take his pistol away.

After Lin Shangzhou snatched the pistol, the crowd at the scene became noisy. No one expected this to happen. He snatched the guard's pistol, so was he going to kill the murderer next?

Photographers picked up their cameras to record this scene. Seeing this, Louis became anxious. He wanted to persuade Lin Shangzhou to put down the gun, but he couldn't say it. This man was Lin Shangzhou's enemy. How could he persuade Lin Shangzhou not to attack his enemy?

Letitia was also frightened by this. She never expected Lin Shangzhou to do this.

Lin Shangzhou grabbed the young man's hair and made him sit on the ground. Then he put a gun to his forehead and said, "When you and your insect-like companions were in your club and wantonly swearing at the Chinese, did you ever think about the current situation?"

"Did you think of the current situation when you and your companions came to my door?"

The young man looked at the gun pointed at him and started crying in fear. Tears kept flowing from his eyes. He kept begging Lin Shangzhou for mercy, hoping that he would let him go, but his words had no effect on Lin Shangzhou.

Now you know how to beg for mercy, then what were you doing before?

He put his finger on the trigger, and when he was about to pull the trigger, a strong flash caught his attention. He turned his head and saw the reporters taking pictures of him with cameras. He didn't think much about it. He was extremely annoyed with these reporters now. He put the reporters aside and turned his head to continue looking at the murderer.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard Louis' voice.

"Fritts, I won't object to whatever you want to do, but you need to know that if you kill him now, all your previous efforts and everything you have achieved in Germany will be in vain."

Louis finally decided to persuade Lin Shangzhou. He knew that Lin Shangzhou couldn't think of these things now. What he had to do was to tell him the consequences of shooting the murderer privately, even if doing so would make Lin Shangzhou hate him.

It all depends on Lin Shangzhou’s own choice.

After hearing Louis' words, Lin Shangzhou fell silent. Before Louis spoke, he was about to pull the trigger, and now Louis' words helped him regain some sanity, and it was this little bit of sanity that made him hesitate whether to pull the trigger.

He knew that, just as Louis had said, if he pulled the trigger and shot the murderer privately, then everything he had done in Germany would be in vain. What he did might be understandable to others, but in essence he was defying German law. After he shot the murderer, he became a murderer like them.

No matter what, no matter who protected him, it was an indisputable fact that he became a murderer.

What's more, there are so many reporters here. If he kills the murderer today, the matter will be published in the newspaper tomorrow and made public. By then, the SPD will not allow a murderer to become the party leader, and the German people will not choose such a murderer who despises German law to become the chancellor.

By then, there would be no point for him to stay in Germany, but he also thought of other places he could go. He could go to the French Commune. Lin Shangzhou believed that the French would accept a left-wing person like him who was persecuted by German racists. He could also return to China and join Mr. Wang in the Northern Expedition.

He was not without anywhere to go, and although it would be difficult to give up everything he had in Germany, it was not completely impossible.

Lin Shangzhou used this idea to persuade himself to shoot to avenge his uncle, but no matter how he persuaded himself, he could not pull the trigger.

Reason suppressed his anger and occupied the upper hand of his mind.

At this time, he heard the young man's words full of regret: "I was wrong! I shouldn't have listened to my boss and came with them..."

(boss?)

Lin Shangzhou thought of the owner of the club. If he really wanted to avenge himself, the owner of the club must also be punished. If he killed the young man now, the temporary pleasure he would get would become an obstacle in the future.

Thinking of this, rationality completely returned to his brain. Although he was still extremely angry about it, Lin Shangzhou put down the gun and returned it to Hans.

At this moment, the flashes from the cameras rang out again, and reporters recorded the scene of him lowering the gun.

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Chapter 171 Emotional stability

Seeing Lin Shangzhou put down the gun and return it to Hans, Louis felt relieved and a little happy. Reporters took pictures of Lin Shangzhou picking up the gun and putting it down. These pictures were very good publicity tools.

After returning the gun to Hans, Lin Shangzhou stood in front of the young murderer again, looked down at him and said, "You have a lot of relatives, right?"

The young murderer didn't dare to look up at Lin Shangzhou. He lowered his head and nodded slightly. Seeing him nod, Lin Shangzhou squatted down and said to him calmly: "My only family is my uncle, and you and your companions killed him, leaving me a helpless and lonely person."

His tone was calm, and it was this calmness that made the young murderer feel even more guilty and regretful. He regretted why he followed him in a fit of rage, and why he didn't speak up when he wanted to persuade his companion to stop.