Chapter 933 How Can I Drink without Arsenic?

Hans von Plessen secretly said he was unlucky.

The emperor, prime minister and field marshal set a trap for Zhao Chuanxin.

In order for Zhao Chuanxin to step into the trap and be killed with peace of mind, the trainee officer Heinz Wilhelm Guderian cannot be sent to find Zhao Chuanxin today.

Those who come must have some weight.

Naturally, the Prime Minister would not come, and it would not be appropriate for Field Marshal Leopold Maximian to come. After much deliberation, it was just right for Hans von Plessen, the Emperor's aide-de-camp and teacher.

So he was pushed to the forefront.

Before coming, Kaiser Wilhelm II said to him earnestly and sincerely: "Teacher, this mission is important, and we must only succeed and not fail."

Field Marshal Leopold Maximian said: "There is no doubt that those railways must have been destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin. We must solve the disaster as soon as possible, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses like Tsarist Russia."

Prime Minister Bethmann Hollweg said: "Don't make Zhao Chuanxin suspicious."

Hans von Plessen, who had all his hopes in one body, knew that if anything went wrong, he would die without a burial place.

How could he not know who Zhao Chuanxin was?

Isn’t it possible that the total number of people who died at Zhao Chuanxin’s hands numbered thousands?

An executioner with blood on his hands.

Hans von Plessen bravely came to the ruins of the Berlin City Palace, raised his hands and shouted: "I am Hans von Plessen, Emperor of Germany and King of Prussia Friedrich Wilhelm Victor." Albert Hohenzollern's adjutant and his teacher, on behalf of the German Emperor, I would like to welcome Mr. Zhao as he moves outside the city..."

Among the ruins, Zhao Chuanxin's figure emerged among the broken walls.

He was wearing a wool coat, a Humboldt hat, and strolled in with a cigar under his leather gloves.

Hans von Plessen tensed.

After getting closer, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where are we going?"

Hans von Plessen took a serious look at the man known as the "Butcher of the Far East."

He has thin cheeks, a thick beard, and an electric gaze.

His figure is not as big and round as the rumors say, but he is very tall.

The fierceness that was used to fighting on the battlefield was not seen on his face, but instead he had a playful smile and a cynical look.

Hans von Plessen did not dare to underestimate this man.

The horrific corpses of the German soldiers that were transported away already demonstrated his danger.

Hans von Pleasant lowered his head slightly and said, "Please move to the south of the city, where His Majesty is waiting for you."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Excuse me, is this a trap?"

"..." Hans von Plessen's head was buzzing.

He tried his best to cover up his panic, keep his eyes from evading, and his face from turning pale. He coughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. This is not a trap."

"It's not a trap?" Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "If it's not a trap, what should I do?"

"Ah?" Hans von Plessen, who had white hair and beard, was confused: "Then, what if it's a trap?"

"If it's a trap, I'll admit it and go." Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile.

"Although there is no trap as you mentioned, in order to resolve this matter peacefully, you should just pretend that there is." Hans von Plessen said dryly.

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not budge.

Hans von Plessen cast a confused and nervous look.

Aren’t you partial to the trip to Hushan?

Are they all bragging?

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin said: "Since it is a trap, shouldn't there be a decapitation meal or something?"

"Ah?" Hans von Plessen was really shocked by Zhao Chuanxin's imagination. He sneered and said: "Don't be ridiculous, how can there be no such thing as a meal? However, if you ask to eat first before going That’s okay too.”

After saying that, he felt something in his heart.

Haha, since you are looking for death, you can't blame others.

Why not add another layer of insurance to the Kaiser?

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and sat down on the broken wall. He didn't mind being dirty: "Well, let the cook prepare the food and bring it here. I'll serve you with good wine and good food."

"..."

Hans von Pleasant really went to prepare.

The Prime Minister first told him to try his best to meet Zhao's salary conditions and not to reveal his secrets.

Secondly, Hans von Pleasant had some other thoughts.

Berlin residents saw horse-drawn carriages pulling stoves and cooking utensils starting from Orange Street and heading towards the Berlin City Palace.

They pointed curiously.

"What are you going for?"

"It seems to be going to the palace."

"Didn't you say that the palace has become a ruin?"

There is always someone who can find out something.

"This is to deliver food to Zhao Chuanxin."

"Oh my God, is that a boar's head?"

"There are actually five carriages. It's really luxurious."

When the carriage arrived at the ruins, the chef, who was wearing a thin white robe on a cold day, with two kitchen knives on his waist, handed the menu to Zhao Chuanxin with a solemn expression, as if he was completing a sacred mission.

These days, the most powerful chefs are all good graphic designers.

Zhao Chuanxin took the menu and raised his eyebrows.

The menu features crowns, vines and flowers and the Brandenburg Gate.

Below is a row of German words.

The chef said in a calm and condescending manner: "Sir, they say that a chef who cannot write French haiku is not a good chef. But His Majesty the Emperor despises such petty bourgeois sentiments, so the menu is all printed in German. I hope you can understand it."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Hans von Pleasant next to him and said cheerfully to the chef: "Although you are a chef, you are better than any German I have seen."

After he killed so many people, no one else dared to talk to Zhao Chuanxin in such a high-handed manner.

Anyone who dared to do so must be a skilled and daring person.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen people who were arrogant because of their superb skills, but he just fell for it.

The chef smiled reservedly.

But Hans von Plessen's face was not very good.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the menu and said: "Black truffle wild pheasant, salmon steak with hollandaise sauce, beef tenderloin, wild boar's head, woodcock pie, white sauce asparagus, orange jelly cream custard..."

Hans von Plessen left with the chef, and the others began to set up tables and chairs outdoors in the cold weather.

The chef glanced at Hans von Plessen and said: "Sir, I must tell you, no matter what you want to do, don't do it when I'm cooking."

Hans von Plessen was startled.

I'm afraid even the chef could see that he was up to something?

Then Zhao Chuanxin...

He forced himself to remain calm, quietly walked to the wine, pulled out the cork, took out a packet of powder, poured it in and shook it vigorously.

All this was done behind the chef's back, and he was also worried that the chef would be nervous and exposed if he saw it.

Everyone was frozen like a grandson, except Zhao Chuanxin and the chef, who were at ease.

The chef was by the stove, and Zhao Chuanxin was warm at any time with the old sacred fire and the old crucible brand.

"Sir, this is foie gras from the Duchy of Mecklenburg."

"Sir, this is a Berlin specialty chicken with braised chestnuts, pearl onions, mushrooms, bacon, Gibraltar spiced sausage slices, and Madeira sauce."

These two dishes were not ordered by Zhao Chuanxin, but the chef specially prepared them for Zhao Chuanxin.

Hans von Plessen picked the right time and brought the red wine to the table: "Mr. Zhao, this is red wine shipped from Lafite Winery in France."

He was a little nervous, holding the red wine, trying not to tremble, but his eyelids couldn't help twitching.

Zhao Chuanxin held the knife and fork in his hand, waiting for him to pour the wine.

The wine was full, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the goblet and shook it, and drank it in one gulp: "Ah, this wine tastes slightly bitter and spicy, and it's frosted, it seems a bit like arsenic, the taste is really good."

"..."Hans von Plessen's hair almost stood up, his pupils trembled, and he said with a tremor: "You, you are really a joke, how could it be?"

"What the hell? There is no ginseng and arsenic?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened: "How can you ask me to drink wine without ginseng and arsenic? Zhuo, is this your way of entertaining guests?"

The waiter next to him trembled and looked at Hans von Plessen suspiciously.

I thought, you bastard, don't cheat us.

Damn it, if you get involved, you will die!

Hans von Plessen took a deep breath and smiled a little ugly: "Mr. Zhao, this is good wine, just wine, I hope you don't joke."

"Tsk tsk." Zhao Chuanxin smacked his lips: "Okay, okay, no matter what you mix, take it down and mix more for me before serving it, I like that frosted texture."

Hans von Plessen didn't know whether to leave or stay, and finally gritted his teeth and really took the wine away and went back to pile up the ingredients.

Bring it back and pour wine for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin shook the goblet, looked at Chaoyang, and said with satisfaction: "That's right, it's all sticky, this is the feeling I want, not bad."

After that, he drank the red wine that was seriously sticking to the glass again.

Hans von Plessen filled Zhao Chuanxin's third glass with slightly trembling hands.

Zhao Chuanxin had food and drinks, and he ate every dish he had.

When the dishes were served, Zhao Chuanxin also finished eating and drinking.

He stood up with his hands on the table, and his body shook violently.

Hans von Plessen's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Zhao Chuanxin.

"Oh, this wine is really intoxicating." Zhao Chuanxin sat down again, lying on the table without moving.

The chef was about to say a few words, but hesitated when he saw this.

Hans von Plessen suddenly gestured, asking them not to come over.

Then he mustered up his courage and patted Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder with his trembling hands.

No movement.

He gritted his teeth and pushed Zhao Chuanxin hard.

Still no movement.

Hans von Plessen was ecstatic.

Damn, today I took advantage of God's work, and it actually worked. Thank God for the gift.

He grinned and laughed: "Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin, who was lying on the table, also laughed.

Hans von Plessen's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stepped back in shock.

But Zhao Chuanxin held the table and raised his head: "Hahaha... It's really good. I haven't drunk such good wine for a long time. Any more? I'll pack it up and take it away."

Hans von Plessen: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Hans von Plessen with blurry eyes, and he was almost scared to death.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his hand: "Any more? I'm asking you a question?"

"This..." Hans von Plessen was sweating like a waterfall: "Sir, there is no red wine from Lafite Winery in a good year. The remaining wine is not as mellow and sticky as this."

Damn, how can the arsenic be sticky after it is used up?

"Oh, you Germans are really dog ​​coins. You don't even want to take out the wine to drink." Zhao Chuanxin got up, staggered to the wine cabinet, and packed all the 1900 Lafite: "Go back and drink it slowly."

Hans von Plessen saw that Zhao Chuanxin had not died of poisonous poison after drinking such a dose of arsenic. He muttered: "Sir, can we go?"

Zhao Chuanxin tried to take a step, but his steps staggered. He said with difficulty: "No, I can't walk anymore. I drank too much. Let's go and get William's car. I want to take the emperor's car to the south of the city, otherwise I will Won't leave."

Hans von Plessen saw that Zhao Chuanxin's face was not as rosy as a drinker's, but a little pale. Apparently, although he had not died of poison, he was probably dying.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

"Okay, Hans von Pleasant, you piece of shit, you actually plotted against me?" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his face.

Hans von Plessen couldn't help but touch his waist, where a Mauser C96 was hidden.

He took two steps back, trying to use distance to create a sense of security.

"Mr. Zhao, what did you say? I didn't plot against you?"

In Hans von Pleasant's opinion, as long as it doesn't come to a point of breaking out, he can't use force because he's not sure.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him with an angry face: "I heard that when an emperor travels, he not only needs a car, but the car must also be filled with wealth. Tell me, do you want to monopolize this money?"

"..."

Hans von Plessen's head was buzzing.

Damn it, what the hell is this? After drinking arsenic that can poison a herd of cattle, you still think about money?

He sneered in his heart, but was extremely respectful on his face. He bowed slightly and said, "Sir, I will go to ask the emperor for instructions. Please wait for a moment."

With that said, he turned around and ran away.

Kaiser Wilhelm II never went to the south of the city at all. How could he stand in danger of the city?

When Hans von Plessen came to report that he had tricked Zhao Chuanxin into drinking poisoned wine, Zhao Chuanxin was poisoned but did not die. However, after he asked to ride in the emperor's car and fill it with gold marks, William II Prime Minister Bertmann Hollweg and Field Marshal Leopold Maximian were stunned.

What the hell kind of brain circuit is this?

The Hohenzollern family to which William II belonged was considered the most powerful royal family in Europe.

Money, he really has it.

He gritted his teeth and said: "This greedy Asian is thinking about wealth even before he dies. Okay, go get 20,000 gold marks and lay them in the carriage for him. I will pay for it."

This money goes out with the left hand and goes back with the right hand, no matter how you calculate it, you won't lose money.

Twenty thousand gold marks is equivalent to 47,643 US dollars, which is not a small amount at this time.

It cost 20,000 gold marks and weighed more than 300 kilograms. With the cart and people included, it would probably have to be pulled by two horses.

So, Hans von Plessen took a carriage covered with golden gold marks to the ancient bridge outside the ruins.

On the way here, he kept praying silently. It would be best if he waited until Zhao Chuanxin had already died of the poison.

However, things went against expectations. When he arrived, Zhao Chuanxin supported the chef and was bragging unsteadily: "We will have to compare our cooking skills in the future. If nothing else, I just saw that your knife skills are far worse than mine." …”

The chef looked dissatisfied, shook his head and said, "Sir, you don't understand me."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Chuanxin took out a ham from the car, took out the cyclone kitchen knife, and cut it in the palm of his hand.

Swish, swish, swish...

The thin slices of ham were flicked to the other side.

The chef's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Zhao Chuanxin moving his knife like flying skills: "This..."

It’s okay not to accept it.

And Hans von Plessen looked very ugly.

Didn’t he die from poison immediately?

Why are you so good at playing with knives?

It's not scientific.

Do you have to add half a pound of arsenic to the wine to poison him?

Zhao Chuanxin held the chef's shoulders and walked towards the carriage with difficulty.

The chef was also a sweetheart. He opened the door for Zhao Chuanxin and helped him get into the car.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the gold marks on the car. Some of these gold coins were engraved with the portrait of William I, while others were engraved with the portraits of kings or grand dukes of various principalities and kingdoms, but the weights were almost the same.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "Okay, okay, this is the emperor's car."

Hans von Pleasant gritted his teeth and asked, "Sir, can we leave now?"

Zhao Chuanxin slumped backward: "Let's go!"

The driver spurred the horses forward.

After Zhao Chuanxin happily secretly pocketed 20,000 gold marks, he suddenly said to Hans von Plessen who was riding a horse outside the window: "The meal has been eaten, the carriage has been taken, and the money has been collected, otherwise today That’s it.”

"What?" Hans von Plessen could hardly believe his ears: "Is His Majesty the Emperor still waiting for you in the south of the city?"

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his stomach, his face full of embarrassment: "Maybe your meat is not too fresh, and I feel a stomachache. Otherwise, just forget it."

The meat is not fresh?

How fresh.

They are all freshly slaughtered, how could they not be fresh? None of this is fresh, so you can only eat raw meat.

If you have a stomach ache, that's because the poison is taking effect, you idiot.

The most important thing is that next to the cemetery on the southern outskirts of the city, barbed wire fences, trenches and artillery positions are all in place. At this time, you don’t want to go?

Seeing the sweat on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead and pale face, he thought that the arsenic toxicity in Zhao Chuanxin's body had begun to take effect, so he said with a cold face: "No, the emperor's apology ceremony can be canceled just by saying it is cancelled."

His courage gradually grew, and he began to speak unscrupulously.

There were more and more drops of water on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead.

But his smile was particularly bright in the morning sunshine of Berlin.

He suddenly stopped lisp and spoke clearly: "Hans von Plessen, listen carefully, if you continue like this, people will die."

Hans von Plessen was determined to kill Zhao Chuanxin today.

And he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was already at the end of his strength, so he said in a tough tone and sneered: "When the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will be buried and blood will flow. People will die. We'd better not make the emperor angry, and go to the south of the city as agreed."

After speaking, he snorted again.

Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin, I think you feel that the end is near, and you feel that you are poisoned, and you want to hesitate? No way.

At this time, the water drops on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead suddenly evaporated.

His voice became clearer: "Hans von Plessen, there are more than just emperors who can leave millions of corpses and blood flowing."

Hans von Plessen was already immersed in the daydream of the post-war reward period, how could he listen?

He said disdainfully: "The German Empire will surely attract the attention of the world."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said nothing more.

The carriage swayed and it took a long time to reach the southern suburbs of the city.

Hans von Plessen's tone became tougher: "You wait here."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Okay."

"..."

Hans von Plessen noticed that the gold marks in the car disappeared.

And the cold sweat on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead was dried by the cold wind or something, anyway, it was gone.

Zhao Chuanxin's back straightened up, and his eyes were no longer blurred.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot... There was no way back!