A French person’s day is destined to be inseparable from wine. Romantic French people don’t like whiskey with high alcohol content, and they also hate beer that is full of foam and can make people fat. In their eyes, grape wine is like a romantic French lover. , the fruity aroma is rich but not spicy, and the stamina is strong enough to make people feel intoxicated.
Wine and beautiful women are the French's favorites, but everything has a degree. If you like it too much, you will certainly get things wrong. This is clearly shown by the French detective Pierre.
There are countless pubs hidden in the narrow and dark alleys of Paris. Many drunkards often hang out in them as soon as they open in the morning. In the smoky bar, there are poets, musicians, painters, down-and-out businessmen, injured veterans, and of course tender strippers.
Pierre is a regular customer here. He puts his arms on the bar and rests his head on it. There is a glass of bright red wine in front of him. He is admiring the dance of the stripper through the clear wine.
This is a method of appreciating beauty invented by Pierre himself. When the figure of the dancer comes into view through the red wine syrup, the distorted image has a unique flavor like mellow wine.
"It's so beautiful. It's a pity that I'm short of money. If I had a glass of top-quality Bordeaux wine here, the reflected image of the beauty would definitely be more perfect..."
Before Pierre, who was talking to himself, had finished speaking, a big hand flashed out of the swaying wine, and a gold franc was slapped on the table.
"Give this detective a bottle of Bordeaux..."
Pierre looked up in surprise, only to find an officer wearing a lieutenant colonel's army uniform standing in front of him.
"Oh, it's you, Sharif! Didn't you serve in North Africa? Are the desert natives now able to understand the greatness of French civilization? Are they no longer making trouble? Oh, don't look at me, in your eyes I I saw the shadow of a conspiracy..." Lieutenant Colonel Sharif looked at Pierre with regret and said softly, "My good friend, in fact, with your strength, you should have been promoted to senior colonel by now, but you have been in the position of major for seven years. Years have passed, how many seven years can there be in life?"
"I really don't understand what's going on in your head. The major general's daughter is already engaged, why do you still want to seduce her?"
"No, no, no..." Pierre didn't mean to blush at all. "My friend, you can't look at the problem like this. What I pursue is pure love, eternal love..."
"Shut up!" Lieutenant Colonel Sharif's nose almost went crazy with anger. "Love? From college to now, how many girls have you pursued? One hundred or two hundred? You are just a madman..."
"Take your wine and follow me. There is a new mission for you. This time it is a great achievement. If you can complete it successfully, maybe you can be promoted to the same military rank as me. Hurry up and leave..."
Pierre grabbed his hat in a daze, and kept mumbling, "Oh, can't you wait for me a little longer? The beautiful girl has only a trace of cloth left on her body now, you let me use the wine Appreciate it..."
"Shut up, don't mention your disgusting perverted habits in front of me, the motherland needs you..." As he spoke, Pierre was dragged out by Sharif.
It was already late at night outside the bar, and the cool wind made Pierre sober up. Only then did he realize that a carriage had been parked in the alley, and there were even ten cavalry guards in front and behind the carriage.
"Is it the gendarmerie guard? The gendarmerie guard responsible for intelligence? Oh my god, what's going on?" Before Pierre could finish asking, Sharif had already pushed him into the carriage, and a group of people began to run out of the city.
"Pierre, you also came from the Gendarmerie Intelligence Headquarters. I won't repeat the confidentiality discipline to you. I want to tell you top-secret information. Just three days ago, the navy discovered a large piece of shipwreck near Sicily. , it has been confirmed that it should be the missing frigate Haima..."
"Not only that, our intelligence personnel in the port of Seychelles also discovered a group of very mysterious Chinese people, and these people were also protected by Prussian intelligence personnel. It seems that the level is very high..."
Sharif gave Pierre a bulging leather bag and opened it, which was full of top-secret information. Pierre looked at it and listened to Sharif's introduction, and his eyes gradually lit up.
"Interesting, really interesting. This is the most bizarre job I have ever encountered since I started working in intelligence... The Chinese and Prussians entered the Mediterranean from the Sinai Peninsula, and one of our frigates sank inexplicably. Is there anything more bizarre than this?"
Pierre used to be a gold medal analyst in the French military intelligence agency. He was best at finding interconnected points and hidden clues in the intricate ocean of intelligence. If he hadn't been caught seducing the major general's daughter in bed seven years ago, his official career might not have been that of a colonel.
A large map of Europe was unfolded on Pierre's lap, and the location and time of each piece of intelligence was accurately marked on it. Soon a grid that only he could understand appeared, and the intelligence officer fell deeply into in contemplation.
At this time, Pierre no longer had the cynicism he had just now, and there was no trace of drunkenness on his face. He had returned to the rigorous intelligence officer he was before. It seemed that seven years of silence had not diminished his talents much. .
"Wrong, you are all wrong. It is absolutely wrong to try to block the Chinese people by blocking Gibraltar. Our opponents are very cunning. They cannot go there. Fools all know that we and the British will block the strait." …”
"Oh, Pierre! You are right. Since the discovery of the wreckage, we have begun to focus on Italy. Now that Prussia and Italy are in a quasi-alliance, the Italians will definitely provide cover... Guess what, we What was found in the seaside fishing village south of Rome?”
"We found dozens of surviving sailors from the Seahorse frigate, and from their mouths we restored the entire incident. We believe that this group of Chinese are heading north under the cover of the Prussians and Italians... "
"No, it's definitely not right..." Pierre suddenly shouted, "You have all been deceived. These cunning enemies will definitely not go to Italy. The Chinese people's thinking is different from ours. The knowledge they have accumulated over thousands of years There are so many conspiracies and intrigues that you can’t even imagine…”
"You will be put to death and then live, and then you will live... I guessed that these Chinese people are in France now, and the place where they landed is probably in Marseille..."
Sharif was stunned at the time. "What did you say? You threw yourself into a trap! How is this possible? A lunatic would not choose to transit through France? Why do you have such a judgment..."
Pierre smiled bitterly, "You can't believe my intuition when I say it, but the hidden points of all the intelligence are pointing in one direction, and that is the tense situation between Austria and Prussia. If my analysis is not wrong, Prussia's domestic We are ready to fight Austria..."
"Now this matter is the focus of the entire European diplomacy. These Chinese are secretly contacting the Prussians. They can only have one purpose, and that is the upcoming war. This shows that the Chinese have begun to try to interfere in European affairs..."
"The most critical thing now is time. They must reach Prussia before the war breaks out. Where is the weakest defense now? It's not Gibraltar, it's not Italy, it's our French mainland..."
Sherif was dumbfounded. "How did you know that Prussia was going to war with Austria? Aren't you already excluded from the intelligence system? How did you know top-secret information from high-level officials?"
Pierre raised the leather bag in his hand. "Isn't it clearly written in this? If I can't analyze the current situation in Europe from here, I don't think you will think of using me."
Pierre can become a gold medal intelligence analyst, so he naturally has his own unique skills. The intricate intelligence in his heart is woven into a three-dimensional grid, and every time a node is touched, all grids will change. Just by using various inferences, the secrets hidden behind the intelligence network began to emerge bit by bit.
"If I were to arrange their smuggling route, I would choose this way. If the frigate had not been sunk, I would have chosen to let them go to Italy or Gibraltar. But after they blew up the frigate, I would have strengthened my belief and continued towards France. …”
"Smuggle ashore from Marseille, take a boat along the Rhone and Saône rivers, go north, pass Lyon and go straight to Dijon, get off the boat in Dijon and change to a carriage. A few hundred kilometers away is the land of the German Confederation... This road looks like It sounds dangerous, but in actual operation it is safer..."
Pierre's analysis completely convinced Chérif. As the carriage headed west to intercept the group of stowaways, orders followed the messenger's horse and began to fly in all directions. Almost all the telegraph lines in eastern France were blocked. It started to get busy, countless temporary checkpoints were set up, and even armed boats began to cruise on the Saone River to inspect passing ships.
This is a secret war between France and Prussia. Countless intelligence agents are conducting war in secret. Along the Rhone and Saone rivers, countless Prussian spy nests are surrounded by the French army. Dozens of senior spies have been exposed. , some died at the scene of the conflict, and some were imprisoned in secret dungeons.
Subsequently, the Prussians retaliated even more violently. They even organized spies to attack military camps, gunpowder depots and police agencies in an attempt to divert the attention of the French.
In just three days, four French barracks were attacked by incendiary bombs, two ammunition depots were destroyed, and six police stations were attacked by unknown militants. The French suffered heavy losses.
Both sides were furious, and the arrogant French had lost their minds. They began to strictly investigate all dangerous elements and suspicious persons, and would rather catch a thousand wrong people than let go ten thousand. As expected, their sight was disturbed by the Prussians.
Thanks to Pierre's calmness, he could see the Prussian's plan at a glance, and he knew that it was all just a smoke bomb. Pierre had been sticking to his judgment. As his finger continued to move north on the map, each level began to stretch north rapidly. The big net that rounded up Xiao Letian was about to catch the key figures.
"Sharif, my old friend, I wonder if you have heard a piece of intelligence from Hamburg? There is a very bizarre news circulating in Hamburg right now. Bismarck actually selected a group of mercenaries from the East? I don't I know what you think, but I firmly believe that this rumor has a 90% probability of being true..."
"I believe even more that this group of mysterious stowaways has a direct connection with these mercenaries from the East... By the way, it's right here, twenty kilometers north of Dijon. Give me three temporary checkpoints to check everything. pedestrian……"
"I have a hunch that the big fish is about to be caught!" After saying that, he raised his head and took another sip of wine, but this time he became calmer and calmer as he drank.
