Chapter 443: The Thin Line Between Devil and Man
Bruno sat in his office chair, staring at something on his desk that would’ve made any other man in the world elated—multiple briefcases stacked with banknotes. But Bruno looked dreadful, as if the very sight of this cash was blighted.
He said nothing. The man who delivered the cases was given only a silent nod before being dismissed.
Contrary to what one might assume, this wasn’t a fortune made from criminal racketeering—at least not in the traditional sense. This was Bruno’s share of the profits from the Werwolf Group and its ongoing operations around the world.
War, it turned out, was a profitable business. Maybe the most profitable.
Drugs might be worth more by the kilo, sure—but guns? Guns didn’t need to be cut, packaged, or smuggled in balloons. You sold one crate, and an entire district could fall. That was their value—not in gold, but in fear.
But Bruno wasn’t just selling guns. He was selling men—trained killers with combat-tested skills. His markup was a premium. One that nations, insurgents, and collapsing empires alike were willing to pay.
Because what he offered was simple: guaranteed victory. And that was a price worth more than a man’s soul if his ambition was greater than his sense of wisdom...
Even so—legal or not—Bruno was disgusted by the money before him. The Werwolf Group had always been a necessary evil in his eyes, a tool to secure Germany’s future. Never a means for personal enrichment.
He wanted the money gone. All of it. And, as if summoned by fate itself, a voice knocked on the door and offered him an answer.
"Bruno, dear... there’s something I wished to speak with you about. Do you have a moment?"