WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 118 A Gathering of Stars at the Airport

Chapter 118 A Gathering of Stars at the Airport

On September 11, 1940, the battlefield in North Africa was fierce, while the Middle East was still in the middle of the game.

Britain was in dire straits, while Germany was playing dumb and watching the show.

A flight landed.

A man and a woman stepped out of the first-class cabin. The man was wearing a black suit, and many flight attendants glanced at him curiously as he walked out of the cabin.

This young man's attire was unlike that of a typical gentleman; it was unconventional. He wasn't wearing a vest, and his shirt was exposed, making him look very inappropriate.

The young man was accompanied by a blonde beauty in a suit and skirt, whose figure and appearance were impeccable.

The relationship between the two seems strange; they don't seem like a couple.

Women always carefully lag behind, following in the footsteps of young men.

Ten tall white men, all dressed in black suits, then emerged from the economy class cabin. They carried luggage and followed at a distance of more than five meters.

"Hey Sean."

Henry II, Ford's grandson, appeared in the airport terminal and waved from a distance. "Here!"

Sean walked towards the other person with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for picking me up."

"I arrived earlier than you. I had nothing else to do anyway. Many companies are participating in this exchange meeting."

Henry Ford glanced at Hanni behind Sean, a strange smile on his face. "Does she follow you everywhere now?"

"I'm your secretary," Hanni said, glaring at the other person.

"I've booked a hotel for you, the same one as last time. We're still neighbors."

"I don't want to talk for so long tonight."

"We can talk about other things." Henry Ford was very happy to have a friend.

The three of them walked out of the airport.

I just stepped out of the terminal.

A man in a coat stepped forward.

"Mr. Sean?"

"Yes."

"I'm here to pick someone up from the airport."

Sean stared blankly at the other person. "You're here to pick me up?" "I have a friend picking me up."

Henry Ford looked at the other person curiously, wondering why Sean hadn't mentioned that anyone else would be coming.

"I heard you were coming to Washington, so I came to pick you up at the airport."

"I don't know you," Sean shook his head in refusal.

"I am Hans Dirkhofer, the German ambassador to Washington."

Sean wasn't surprised, but he stared at the other person for a long time. The German ambassador?

Yes, there was such a person during World War II, but he was later restricted by the Americans.

"Are you serious?" Henry Ford exclaimed from the side. He looked at the ambassador, then at Sean, who looked completely bewildered.

What's going on?

Sean didn't know either. He turned to look at Hanni, who shrugged helplessly, indicating that she didn't know either.

"Mr. Ambassador, are you sure you're not mistaken? You've come to pick me up? You must have made a mistake."

Sean thought this was outrageous.

Yes, Henry Ford also thought it was ridiculous. What was an ambassador doing coming to pick someone up at the airport? Didn't he know what he represented?

The ambassador maintained his smile, saying, "No mistake, I really am here to pick you up."

Before Sean could yell, Henry Ford exclaimed, "My God, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding," the ambassador said, waving at the cars on the side.

A row of Mercedes-Benz doors opened, and several people got out.

Henry Ford was stunned.

Dönitz, dressed in a pure black German naval general's uniform, was the first to get out of the car, holding a silver metal scepter in his hand, exuding an imposing aura.

Although the Battle of Britain differed from historical events, the navy had already entered a period of revelry, with Dönitz, the creator of the submarine wolfpack tactic, even ordering the navy to set fires everywhere.

Due to a lack of anti-submarine warfare capabilities, the German Navy was quite happy during this period.

Dönitz was also promoted to lieutenant general.

"Sir Sean, I am Karl Dönitz of the Navy."

Henry Ford looked on in surprise; this must be a German naval admiral.

He didn't feel anything, but Sean was different. Karl Dönitz, wasn't that a naval admiral?

He was even the last Führer of the Third Reich.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Sean extended his hand.

The result was awkward; Dönitz didn't extend his hand, but instead saluted.

Henry Ford was completely stunned.

Sean was equally bewildered. What are you doing?

The other person next to him was wearing a dark blue overcoat with white buttons.

The uniforms looked awful. Sean thought of the British Air Force, which also had an air force, and those uniforms were truly hideous.

"Sir Sean, I am Wolfram von Richthofen of the German Air Force."

"Is your cousin the Red Baron?"

Upon hearing Sean's question, the Air Force Major General paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, Your Excellency, the Red Baron is my cousin."

A future Air Marshal, he participated in the Spanish Civil War, pioneered carpet bombing, served as Chief of Staff of the Bald Army Corps, and was involved in operations in Poland, the Balkans, and Crete.

Sean extended his hand again; these two must be renowned generals.

Richthofen also raised his hand in salute.

Sean's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air once again.

Okay, he withdrew his hand and wiped it on his pants.

You must be kidding, right? Henry Ford didn't dare to say a word; those two had such a powerful presence.

"Sir, I have always wanted to visit you in the United States, and this World Exchange Conference has provided that opportunity."

Two more people appeared beside him, this time of the highest rank.

Sean could tell that one was a general, the other a lieutenant general, but their uniforms were the ugliest.

It should be the army, but it looks much better than those of other countries.

The uniforms of the German Navy and Air Force are the most aesthetically pleasing.

Dark silver-gray military uniform with silver shoulder and collar insignia.

"I am Otto Moritz, Model."

Defense Marshal Model.

Looking at your little glasses, you look like a villain no matter how you look at it.

Sean looked at the other person.

"Erwin Rommel."

Wow, Sean doesn't know what to say, he met quite a few celebrities today.

Sean thought to himself, "You're not going to salute like a general, are you?" He subconsciously reached out his hand.

The two men saluted simultaneously.

Sean simply put his hand down, whatever, damn it.

Henry Ford watched from the sidelines, his liver aching. Was Sean Wieen really that influential in Germany?

The army, navy and air force came to pick them up at the airport?

Did they even send out a high-ranking general?

No, there's another one on the side.

Henry Ford looked at the last person and thought, well, even the SS has come.

The last one's outfit was the most unique.

Sean knew about Mace's dress.

Gun lapel, with a SS lightning emblem encircled by leaves, and a skull emblem on the right breast.

However, the other party also knew that they couldn't wear a red armband.

Sean stared at the guy, who was tall and well-proportioned with blond hair.

"Your Excellency, His Excellency Hillem greets you. I am Paul Hausel."

SS General, Commander-in-Chief of the National Armed Guard.

salute!

Sean wanted to swear.

As passengers exited the airport, they saw a group of foreign generals saluting a young man.

Henry Ford has run out of ways to criticize like this.

"What are you doing?"

Hausel's expression was gentle. "We're here to pick you up from the airport."

"I must have misheard, I must have misheard." Picking someone up at the airport?

You fucking came to pick me up from the airport?

"Don't play pranks, this isn't funny."

"How could it be a prank?"

A man in a suit approached. "The army, navy, air force, plus the SS, two generals, one admiral, one vice admiral, and one air force major general. And me, German Minister for Economic Affairs and Productivity, Speer. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

I have great admiration for your Sean system's streamlined production line.

I don't think anyone would play such a prank.

Haha, Henry Ford next to him had already burst out laughing.

"Are you all here to pick someone up from the airport?"

Rommel smiled and said, "Yes, but you are older than I expected."

"Is it unreal?"

"Yes, too young."

You guys have really ruined me. If this makes the news tomorrow...

Sean didn't know how to complain.

He'd already thought of a title.

[Senior generals from the German armed forces, SS, and tri-service traveled to Washington to maliciously greet him at the airport.]

Anyone who didn't know better would think a speaker had come to America.

"Can I refuse?" Sean asked softly.

"Of course we respect your opinion, but we've been waiting for a long time."

"If Your Excellency goes to Berlin, we may not be the ones to pick you up at the airport; Field Marshal Ronstad himself would very much like to come."

"The same goes for Marshal Göring."

"General William Carraris would very much like you to travel to Europe."

"His Excellency Himm is willing to accompany you throughout the journey."

Heh, Sean watched them each say something, and he actually felt a fucking thrill inside.

Damn it, this kind of thing should never happen.

"Okay, thank you." Politeness is still important.

"It's our honor. This is no easy feat; a whole group of people wanted to come," Rommel joked.

"Really? What's there to be happy about? It's just an exchange meeting." Sean found it strange. American exchange meetings are just about selling weapons, and Germany doesn't lack high-end weapons.

Speer was suppressing a laugh. You have no idea, the Wehrmacht and the Guards were fighting tooth and nail for the spots, all trying to squeeze people into the delegation this time.

The United States remains neutral and maintains a neutral stance regarding Germany, which is why they invited them.

I originally thought they wouldn't take it seriously and would just send a random team.

The Ministry of War was shocked that such a high-level delegation had arrived.

Sean was also shocked; among those who came this time, no one had ever been lower than a general in the past two years.

Four marshals came, but Hausel was a special case.

Their system can't produce many marshals, so his position as the highest-ranking armed force commander in the country is actually not much different from that of a marshal.

"Everyone wants to see this, it's a rare opportunity, let's go, please."

Speer explained while pointing to the cars on the side.

"But my friend is picking me up and has booked a hotel."

"We'll take you there."

"Okay, thank you."

Speer, being the commander, led Sean toward the car in the middle.

A group of generals followed behind.

Passengers at the surrounding airports were speculating.

"Who is that young man?"

"have no idea."

Upon arriving at the hotel, Hausel got out of the car first and opened the door for Sean.

The former porters at San Pedro Bay seemed a little awkward getting out of their vehicles.

"Your Excellency, please get some rest." After saying this, Hausel stood by the roadside in front of the hotel, with the others standing beside him.

Sean was so confused that he didn't know whether he should go in or not.

"Thank you all for your help."

"No trouble at all, it's nothing."

Sean turned and walked toward the hotel, while Hanni had only taken two steps.

Hausel called him over.

"Ms. Hanni".

"Is there something you need?"

Hausel did not feel disrespected by Hanni's words. This was America, and Hanni's file had been destroyed, so she naturally had to maintain a certain distance from her.

"Please do your job well. This is Lord Hiram's request. Make sure Lord Sean feels comfortable and at ease. I can tell he is a little reserved. Perhaps our uninvited visit has made him somewhat unhappy."

"I will explain. Mr. Sean is a noble man and he won't mind."

"That's wonderful. I brought quite a few gifts this time, please help me pass them on."

"I will."

"Please do not hesitate to ask for anything you require, and Lord Hiram and we will do our utmost to fulfill it."

Yes, this was Hillem's order, and whether it was finding the M35 assault rifle or plastic explosives, these things inadvertently benefited Germany.

Himram interpreted this as a hint.

"I will."

"By the way, you've been promoted to Major General. It was a special order from the Führer. Congratulations, Major General Hanni!"

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me. You know why you were promoted. Just do your job well. The person you should thank is not me, but Lord Sean Wayne."

"clear."

"The Western Front Foreign Military Office, which is responsible for the United States, will be assigned to you as a commander, just like the North American Intelligence Section of the Intelligence Bureau, and will become an independent agency."

From today onwards, you will have only one job: to serve the shadow office.

"understood."

Hausel watched Sean walk away and got back into his car.

Upon arriving at the hotel reception, Henry Ford, who was standing next to him, kept laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Sean looked at him with a sullen expression.

"I'm laughing. Are you really that influential in Germany? My God, I thought the Los Angeles Times report was fake. Today I found out it's fucking true. My God, two big shots came to pick me up at the airport. I thought it was an art student coming to America."

"Don't ask, I don't know either."

"Haha, why don't you just go to Berlin? In America you're just a businessman and a commentator, but in Berlin, you have the chance to become the Führer."

"roll!"

"I'm serious, you're still young. In twenty years, you'll definitely be the head of state."

"roll!"

San Dezi didn't have twenty years.

"Are you here to book a room?" The female receptionist became anxious when she saw the two people chatting at the front desk.

"Yes, Henry Ford, I have booked ten rooms on the sixth floor of the hotel."

Wow, the receptionist's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Ford, here are the room keys for the sixth floor. You can choose one."

"Sean, you go first. Could you help us choose a room that faces the street? I want to see the night view."

"Mr. Sean Wayne?" The receptionist looked at the young man beside him.

"Yes."

"Mr. Sean, what will be the outcome in Iraq? By the way, will the Free French invasion of Syria really go as you say? Will Vichy France win the French Civil War?"

Henry Ford burst into laughter again.

"Sean, I've discovered that you're destined to never escape war."

"Shut up. Miss, could you please get me the room key first?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, these are from the street next door."

Sean randomly picked one, while Henry Ford took the one from the next room.

Sean took two steps toward the elevator, then turned back to look at the brown-haired girl at the front desk. "We'll see."

"Wow, he's so young. I thought Sean was old."

"Didn't you read the newspaper? He's very young. Last time he came, he also stayed at our hotel."

"Unfortunately, I didn't apply for the job back then."

The two entered the elevator, and Henry Ford looked Sean up and down.

"What are you looking at?"

"Aren't you interested in women? The girl at the front desk is quite pretty. Let me make it clear, I'm not interested in men."

"Get lost, I'm just too lazy to look for love."

"You're a millionaire, a celebrity, why do you live like an old man?"

"Women will only slow down my gun draw speed."

Henry Ford kept laughing. "Do you need to draw your gun? You have more bodyguards than I do."

The elevator doors opened.

As soon as the two stepped out, they saw a group of middle-aged men in military uniforms standing in the hallway outside the door.

"It's Montgomery," Henry Ford whispered in Sean's ear.

Montgomery?

Well, this is going to be interesting. Montgomery and Rommel are true lifelong enemies.

There were also several Asian soldiers not far away.

Judging from the yellowish-brown color of the military uniform, Sean knew it was a notebook.

This was truly a collision of planets and Earth at this seminar.

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