WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

70 War Department Tenders, Henry Ford

[Schönwein, the mentor of Germany's military reform]

Sean Wayne, the beacon of Army development

[Sean Wern, Germany's Most Unique American Hero]

Sean Wayne, Sean Wayne, it's still Sean Wayne.

These past two days, besides the Los Angeles Times, it's been the Washington Post.

One report covers the internal situation in the United States, and the other reports on the German side.

Everyone's ears are ringing with this now.

As Germany's largest media outlet, the Observer newspaper naturally didn't hold back in its coverage.

That's our hero.

The Los Angeles Times and The Observer now dislike each other.

"My God, it's impossible to find a quiet place where you can't hear Sean Wayne's name anymore."

"People even talk about him in the bathroom."

When it does not speak, it is so; when it does speak, it amazes the world.

After a few days of silence, Sean started causing a ruckus across America.

No, he's the most talked-about figure even in Europe.

"Dad, will you come with me to buy a smoothie?"

Marilyn Monroe was on vacation and grabbed Sean's hand, wanting to go out.

Sean didn't want to go out; his name would be everywhere he went.

That felt very strange.

Even when you go to a gas station to refuel, you'll hear the driver ask you a question.

"Have you heard? Sean Wayne has sparked another revolution!"

"Didn't he just create a special forces unit?"

"That was yesterday, I'm talking about today."

"Is he God? How can he do so much?"

Sean didn't want to go out at all; he just wanted to stay quietly at home.

"But I'm on vacation, and I want to go out and have fun. You haven't spent time with me in a long time."

Marilyn Monroe was very unhappy. "Are you getting busier and busier these days?"

She looked at her father, the young single man, who was now slumped on the sofa, curled up like a boneless mollusk.

You look so dejected.

Is this being busy? This is being bored to death.

Sean was indeed very free; he left all the miscellaneous tasks to Hanni, and Walker handled the gun shop.

Paratrooper training includes Heidelberg.

It seems like all I have to do is post a comment when I'm in a good mood, and nothing else.

As for money?

Ha ha.

Sean found it funny to think about it; he was a billionaire.

He was still a billionaire during World War II, just unable to cash in his wealth.

"Sir, we can go to Washington."

Monroe suddenly turned around and looked at this annoying woman. She was now like her father's shadow, appearing mysteriously wherever she went.

"To Washington?"

"Have you forgotten? The War Department is holding a bidding process this month."

"Yes, bring your tactical vests and belts, and call Jason along too, he'll come with us."

Sean sat up from the sofa.

"You want to submit his portable device to the bidding process?"

"One should know how to share. I am a critic and a businessman, but I know that I cannot possibly achieve success in every field."

One person's strength is limited.

That's the power of a circle; it's limitless.

Sean understood that while it was nice to eat alone, it would only isolate him.

A noble person.

Hanni felt that the Supreme Command's assessment was entirely accurate; Lord Sean was extremely noble, the most perfect person in the world, and treated his friends with the warmth of spring.

"I will inform Mr. Jensen, and then I will prepare the luggage. Do you need to bring Haidert?"

"Is it necessary?" This is Washington, D.C., is it appropriate for a group of Germans to go there?

"Understood, I'll book the tickets."

"Ahhh!" Marilyn jumped up excitedly, "On an airplane, on an airplane!"

Sean wasn't excited at all; airplanes these days are incredibly noisy.

"Do you need airport pickup from the German Embassy?"

Hanni spoke earnestly.

Sean stared at her, mouth agape. "Are you serious? You're definitely not serious. Me, an American going to Washington, and you're having the German ambassador pick me up at the airport?"

"It is his honor."

"Are you kidding me? You must be kidding me." Did your head get slammed in a door and become deformed?

"No, after all, you always travel in the head of state's private car, and even the German ambassador has to lower his noble head."

"Hahaha!" Sean laughed loudly, "I don't want to!"

I'm an American military contractor, and the German ambassador came to pick me up at the airport. What do you think the War Department will think of me?

"Okay, I'll book the tickets. Sir, Berlin has invited you to a banquet at the Hofberg residence next month, and Himm will personally pick you up at the airport."

Get out of my way, I'm not going.

"Don't you call yourself Lord Himm anymore?"

"I am now independent of any organization and accountable only to you."

I will do everything in my power to assist you.

Are you out of your mind? I'm an American.

Hanni wanted to say that the General Staff was now vying for control of Mr. Sean's information.

He himself became the biggest beneficiary and is currently the only person in Germany who can mobilize all intelligence agencies.

Sean had no idea that his words were now being fought over by various branches of the German armed forces.

Because of his comments, he can basically get military funding.

Søren Wien is absolutely right, and this has stood the test of time; this is a widely held view across Germany.

At Los Angeles Airport, Marilyn Monroe wore a dress for the first time. She proudly puffed out her chest and looked at Hanni with haughty chin.

Hanni remained unmoved and rearranged the ball.

Marilyn Monroe's excitement vanished instantly.

That disgusting woman.

Hanni turned around and smiled smugly. "A little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair is trying to mess with me?"

"Airplane! Airplane! This is my first time on an airplane! I'm so excited! Will I be able to see clouds?"

Little Marilyn was very excited and kept pulling Sean around, chattering away.

Yes, I can see it.

Are the people on the ground very small?

"Yes, you can't see anyone."

"Does it fly very fast?"

"Faster than a car."

Marilyn Monroe was thrilled. "That's fantastic! I love airplanes!"

After several hours of flight, the plane landed at Newark Airport.

Marilyn Monroe leaned back in her chair, looking distressed.

"I hate airplanes, oh!"

Hanni quickly handed her a paper bag; the cabin was filled with a sour smell.

Sean's face was dark; he was in a terrible state.

"When will this damn flight end?"

"We are currently waiting to take off."

"Still flying?"

"We're not there yet," Hanni said, suppressing a laugh.

"I hate airplanes."

It was already evening when they arrived in Washington. At the hotel they had booked, Hanni was taking care of Marilyn, who was feeling airsick. Sean, who had a headache, took a shower and stood on the open-air balcony in his pajamas, looking at the night view and enjoying the breeze.

Airplanes of this era not only had small cabins, but were also very noisy, making it hard to sleep and causing a constant buzzing in the head.

"Hi neighbor."

"Hi." Sean turned to look at the balcony next door, where a man a little older than him was wearing the same pajamas and holding a glass of red wine, gesturing to him.

"Hello, the nights in Washington can't compare to those in Detroit. Where are you from?"

"Los Angeles."

"Wow, this is a great place. Do you know Sean Wayne?"

Looking at the other person's smile, Sean knew that this topic was unavoidable.

"Know."

"Well, I think you should know that Sean Wayne is an amazing guy. Good heavens, I've never admired anyone except my grandfather, let alone someone younger than me."

"You admire Sean Wayne?" Sean said his own name, feeling strange.

"Yes, from a businessman's perspective, he can be said to have started from scratch and created Sean Hunting Shop, the largest gun shop in the United States, but that's not the point. He, an ordinary person, actually got a military contract from the Department of War, my God."

You know, we need to bid and compete with a lot of peers, but the War Department is begging to give him the contract. It's infuriating that he even ruthlessly rejected the War Department's training requirements.

Because no one was competing with him, he was a business genius who had turned training into a business, and a big one at that.

Haha, Sean suppressed a laugh, thinking that the future of America would be all about service.

"Who are you?"

"Henry Ford, or rather, Henry Ford II."

Ford?

"The Ford Motor Company, that Ford?" Sean had already guessed that this was someone who had come to bid, but he didn't expect it to be the grandson of the founder of Ford.

"Yes, are you surprised?" The other person laughed happily. "Looks like I'm somewhat well-known, but not as much as Sean Wayne. Everyone in America knows him. What's your name?"

"Sean Wayne".

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how embarrassed I am? You're joking, right? You must be kidding."

"Yes, I am the American hero in Germany, Sean Wayne, who turned training into a business."

"My God, I want to crawl into a mouse hole right now, damn it."