WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

34. Invitation from the United States National Rifle Association

When he received the call from the Los Angeles Police Department, O'Connor suppressed a laugh.

His assistant looked at him strangely. "What's so funny?"

"Sean was arrested by the police for allegedly stealing a Daimler Mercedes-Benz 770, a state vehicle with German consulate license plates."

"State guest?" The assistant understood the significance of this car; you couldn't buy it, it was the official car of a country's head of state.

"Yes, the same style as Little Mustache."

"Oh My God."

"A gift from the speaker. Hahaha, Sean said it was a gift from the other party, but the police station doesn't believe him."

"I don't believe it either. What should we do now? Hire a lawyer?"

O'Connor shook his head. "No need. I called the German consulate, and they will notify the Los Angeles Police Department. We'll go pick him up now."

The problem is actually a lack of communication. The Department of Motor Vehicles belongs to the Ministry of Transport, while the police department belongs to the Ministry of Justice. They are not even in the same system.

Actually, a driver's license from the Department of Motor Vehicles is proof of identity. Sean should have gotten one sooner, though he can live in the US without it.

Arrive at the location of the emergency call center.

"Excuse me, on which floor is the burglary unit located?"

"Second floor!"

O'Connor pulled his hat down over his head, and despite the heat, he wore a vest over his brown suit. He looked every bit the gentleman.

The two went upstairs, where the burglary department was surrounded by police officers.

The two approached the outer perimeter and peered inside through the gaps.

A large group of detectives and police officers surrounded Sean.

Some even poured him water, and the detectives even brought out their own snacks.

"Sean, the Royal Navy still has an aircraft carrier this time. Do you think the German Navy can win? Germany doesn't seem to have an aircraft carrier."

"No, besides the Blücher which we know was sunk, Germany also has Raeder's sister ships, the Gnanausen and the Scharnhorst, two battlecruisers."

Both sides will suffer significant losses.

"My God, you think the Royal Navy will lose?"

"No, the Royal Navy will not lose, but their army does not have an advantage. After the German troops land, the two sides will engage in a tug-of-war in the port cities. Both sides have their own airspace, so it will be a battle of equal strength."

Both sides shared a common weakness: logistical difficulties. Under such circumstances, Germany was likely to open new fronts to gain a tactical advantage.

"You mean, Germany might launch a land attack on a new country and change the course of the war?"

Everyone listened in astonishment.

Yes, next month, Germany will attack France, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg, taking on four opponents at once.

This forced the French expeditionary force in Norway to retreat.

"What is he doing?" O'Connor looked at the scene in front of him, feeling very strange.

Does this guy chat wherever he goes?

Is this a police station?

It felt like a live discussion.

"Hey Sean, we should go now, everything's taken care of."

O'Connor greeted people from outside; he didn't want to waste his precious time on idle chatter at the police station.

"Sorry, I have to go."

"Sean, let's talk some more."

"Yes, there are still many topics we haven't discussed yet."

"I really have to go." Sean smiled apologetically at the group of officers.

"Then remember to come next time. We'll be waiting for you."

O'Connor was both amused and exasperated; Sean seemed to be turning into a strange star.

The three walked out of the police station and got into the car.

O'Connor handed Sean a cigarette. "Your car will be picked up by the German side later. They'll change the license plates to local ones so you won't have any trouble later. You'll need to go to the vehicle registration office to get your driver's license renewed. You'll need to take a simple test, but I've already made the arrangements for you."

"I will, thank you." Sean lit a cigarette; the raw tobacco here seemed to taste different from the roasted tobacco he had in his previous life.

"By the way, do you know the NRA? It's the oldest organization in our country."

All I know about is the NBA; it seems the NBA was established after the war.

Sean looked bewildered, blinking as he stared at O'Connor.

"The NRA is the National Rifle Association of the United States."

So that's what it was.

You should have said so earlier! I know the Rifle Association; it's a really weird sports organization.

"They invited me?"

"Yes, there will be a gun hunting festival in Las Vegas, and they have invited you to attend."

"How much money?"

"One thousand dollars."

"I accept the invitation."

"When?"

"This weekend, it's a two-day event."

"Okay, this is a perfect opportunity for a family road trip."

Look at this guy, he's living such a wonderful life.

O'Connor looked at Sean with envy. "Remember to write a comment."

When Sean returned from the police station, Monroe asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, we'll set off tomorrow for Las Vegas and enjoy a family road trip."

"Hooray!" Marilyn Monroe shouted, jumping up and waving her hands happily.

"Can I go?" Hanni asked quietly from the side. She was the one who contacted the German consulate and ran around handling everything for this case.

I owe her a favor.

"Okay, you go too."

Hanni clenched her fists excitedly, and Marilyn glared at her fiercely.

"Mr. Sean, this is your medal."

Hannie received Sean's reward from the consulate.

Looking at the beautiful red box in front of me, lined with velvet.

Seeing Sean's blank expression, devoid of any joy, Hanni knew he genuinely disliked it.

Then, feeling awkward, he took out another box.

"You also have a regular knight's medal."

"One more? Do I have a complete set now?"

Hanni nodded awkwardly.

Sean took the box into his bedroom. There were two more in the drawer under his wardrobe, so now there were four, all of them medals.

Hanni then took out another document.

"Is it going to be another castle this time?"

Haha, Hannie laughed unconsciously, "Yes, another castle."

This time it's a castle located 130 kilometers outside Berlin, Moritz Castle, which is very famous in Germany.

It is a Baroque-style castle located on the water.

Moritz Castle is hailed as one of the most beautiful water palaces in Europe.

Is it on the water? Is it that fairytale castle that Disney copied in appearance?

Germany is truly amazing; they have medals that you can't eat or castles you can't live in.

He has transformed himself into a truly reclusive billionaire.

"Mr. Sean, these are your castle purchase documents and property deeds. Now you own two famous European castles, and you've become a millionaire."

Haha!

Sean laughed gleefully, "Did you guys take a cut of my rich man's feelings? I don't feel it at all, I still have to run around doing promotions."

Seeing Sean finally smile, Hanni smiled with relief. It turned out that Mr. Sean liked things like castles. It seemed she needed to inform Berlin.

The family road trip has begun.

Driving her Mercedes-Benz Daimler, Marilyn Monroe danced with excitement, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other rolling down the window, her left hand reaching out to catch the flowing wind, her face beaming with joy.

He was very happy to see his daughter, Sean.

Hannie in the back seat was dressed up meticulously, wearing tight riding breeches, ankle boots, and a sky-blue shirt. With her short, curly blonde hair, she was no less attractive than a grown-up Marilyn Monroe, exuding a mature and sexy beauty.

The distance was quite far, so Sean put on his earplugs and fell asleep in the back seat.

Monroe continued driving, looking at the woman in the passenger seat with a frown.

"Do you need me to drive? There's still an hour until the gas station." Hanni tried to please Marilyn.

"No, I don't like you." Mengli pouted as she looked at the road ahead.

I know, but I want to be your friend.

"Do you want to be my friend, or my adoptive mother?"

Hanni's face burned. "You've misunderstood."

"snort!"

Whoosh, whoosh, the roar of bicycles came from behind. Although the Hells Angels had not yet been established, there were still quite a few small groups of young men in leather jackets on the road.

Because of the Great Depression, they would occasionally rob passing oil tankers.

"Hey, this car is awesome, this family is rich, we're rich now."

A boy in a jacket shouted excitedly.

"Stop them."

Hearing the shouts behind her, Monroe's face turned grim. "What do we do? There are no state troopers here."

"Shh. Don't disturb Sean's rest; he's been quite tired these past few days."

Hanni spoke calmly.

"But we only have two women." Marilyn was about to cry; she knew what trouble it would be to encounter these bastards in the middle of nowhere.

"Baby, don't worry."

"Really?" Marilyn laughed sarcastically. Not worried?

Hanni bent down, opened the hidden door under the passenger seat, and pulled out a compartment.

Monroe looked on in surprise. Was there some kind of secret mechanism in this car?

"Shh." Hanni gestured, then picked up an MP40 submachine gun, loaded a magazine, and slowly slipped the suppressor onto the muzzle.

"My God!" Marilyn Monroe exclaimed.

"Honey, you're being too loud. Close the car window."

Hanni pulled the bolt sharply. "Also, don't be afraid. This car is completely bulletproof. Even a grenade can't blow it open. You know, this is the head of state's official car."

A pair of eyes were secretly watching Hanni from the back seat. I knew it; I'd caught her red-handed.

Now it's time to deal with your problem.

Sean has always been uneasy about having a spy by his side; it's time to get rid of him.