Karl will definitely grasp the scale that needs to be mastered.

Being able to stay in Prussia for so long was not in vain.

"Yes!" The bodyguards lined up and stood outside the door of Frederick's office like a demonstration.

Heydrich opened the door of Frederick's office and made a gesture of invitation.

Karl walked into Frederick's office doubtfully. In the past, it should have been the guy named Heydrich who led him in.

Frederick's office was very large, as big as a basketball court.

Frederick sat in a large chair, facing Karl.

His head was resting on the soft backrest, and he seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty!" Karl shouted carefully.

This was the first time he had encountered this situation, and he didn't know whether His Majesty the Emperor was angry or not.

Frederick still sat there without moving.

Karl felt more and more strange, and he walked over slowly. The carpet under his feet was soft and felt very comfortable when walking on it, but now Karl felt very panicked.

I don’t know how many times I have met with Frederick, but this was the first time for me to see this strange situation.

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is really too old?

Already reached the point of dozing off in broad daylight?

When he walked to the large desk, Frederick still did not move.

"Your Majesty!" Karl shouted again tentatively.

Frederick seemed not to hear.

Karl simply bypassed the desk and walked directly to Frederick.

"Your Majesty...!" Karl turned his chair, but soon his voice got stuck in his throat.

On the right side of Frederick's chest was a dagger.

The dagger was inserted very deep, with only the handle exposed. At that angle, it was just blocked by Frederick's body.

If you don't get close, you can't see it at all.

"Ah...!" A woman screamed, almost scaring Karl to death.

"Cang!" There was a sound of the cup falling to the ground and breaking. Carl saw a maid holding a tray and looking at him in surprise.

On the ground, there was a broken glass and a pool of water stains.

Following the maid's scream, the office door was banged open.

A large group of Karl's bodyguards and Heydrich stood at the door, as motionless as sculptures.

They all looked at Karl blankly!

At this time, Karl stood in front of Frederick, and Frederick had a dagger stuck in his chest.

"Here comes someone!" Heydrich yelled like crazy as he ran out.

"Mr. Karl assassinated His Majesty the Emperor!"

Hearing Heydrich's cry, Karl's soul flew into the sky and subconsciously shouted: "Stop him."

He never imagined that in the ears of the bodyguards, the phrase "stop him" meant something else.

The two bodyguards closest to the door almost simultaneously drew their pistols and pointed them at Heydrich, who had already run out of the door and tried to shout for the guards.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...!

He fired six shots in a row, shooting all the bullets in the revolver directly into Heydrich's body.

Heydrich fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously, and blood slowly seeped out from under his body.

Karl almost fainted on the spot. Wasn't he trying to die?

Gunshots were more effective than shouts, and countless guards poured out of nowhere.

The bodyguards tried to close the heavy door of the office, but rifle bullets were already raining down on them.

Karl's bodyguards were shot one after another and fell in a pool of blood. Even the frightened maid serving coffee was hit in the head by a bullet.

Karl watched all this happen, huddled behind the large desk, shaking like chaff.

This...what the hell is going on?

The gunshots stopped for a while, and Karl felt someone coming over.

Soon, he saw a pair of big shiny leather boots.

Then, following the leather boots, I saw a general's uniform, and looking up, I saw Moltke's bald head.

"Mr. Karl, I didn't expect you to be so bold as to murder His Majesty."

Moltke looked at Karl eerily and said.

"No...it's not me!" Although Karl is usually arrogant and domineering, he has never killed anyone.

He was almost frightened to death when he was slapped with the crime of killing Emperor Frederick.

"It's not you? Then it's me?" Moltke raised the revolver in his hand.

"It's really not me, really...!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...!

Moltke pulled the trigger again and again until six bullets were empty.

Karl was bleeding from twelve holes all over his body, and his mouth was also bleeding. His lips were trembling constantly and he couldn't say a word.

"Karl betrayed the empire, assassinated His Majesty the Emperor, and was shot dead on the spot.

Our great Prussian Emperor, His Majesty Frederick, was killed by brutal Hebrew bandits."

Mao Qi, shouted loudly to the door.

Soon, Kong Tingxun's figure appeared at the door.

He looked at Frederick's body and then at Karl's still warm body on the ground.

"Immediately telegraph Prime Minister Bismarck in Berlin and tell him the news."

A cruel smile appeared on Kong Tingxun's lips.

"Let's go! Follow me back to Berlin and take back your position as Chief of General Staff."

Kong Tingxun walked to Frederick's desk, picked up Frederick's seal, and stamped it on a piece of paper.

This piece of paper is the letter of appointment for the reinstatement of Official Mao Qi.

Mao Qi looked at the paper with satisfaction!

“It’s still early and we must obtain the approval of the Imperial Parliament.

Don’t worry, I will let the people in the Bavarian system fully support you.”

Kong Tingxun patted Mao Qi on the shoulder.

"Everything depends on you, Mr. Hans." Moltke nodded.

Now he had to take a high look at this Ming man. He did not expect that this Ming man was so ruthless and could kill Frederick at any time.

The news of Frederick's assassination by Karl soon reached Berlin via telegram.

Instigated by thoughtful people, rumors spread in the streets that His Majesty the Emperor was murdered by the Hebrews.

In the afternoon, flyers began to be distributed.

The most eye-catching part of the leaflet contains a photo of Karl walking out of the Prime Minister's residence.

Under the photo, it was also written that two hours after the Hebrew traitor Karl walked out of the Prime Minister's Residence, he assassinated His Majesty the Emperor.

The pictures and texts are so rich that even if Bismarck had a million mouths, he still couldn't explain this matter clearly.

"Despicable! Conspiracy!" When the old Bismarck saw the leaflet, he immediately tore it into pieces angrily.

He knew that he was being fooled. He was being fooled by a group of gangsters!

I have played with eagles all my life, but I didn’t expect that I was blinded by an eagle today.

What a shame, just three hours ago, he was dreaming of ascending to the throne.
Chapter completed!