Aikeson may be a drug addict. He kept hitting Hache, leaving drool on the corners of his mouth, and clear mucus coming out of his nose.
His mind was no longer clear, and all kinds of strange fantasies emerged. The dead souls in the sky seemed to have appeared and were floating in front of his eyes. The battlefield scene like Shura Hell emerged in front of his eyes like lightning.
Wine, sex, wealth and poison are the most powerful things that can destroy a person's will. As long as you are a hero and soaked in these things, you will immediately become a cartilage shrimp or a mangy dog.
Molière had no time to deal with this rotten poisonous man, but he couldn't ignore it when we were in the same boat, so he had to pretend to be calm and said, "Be quiet, haven't I already analyzed it with you? You and I can't die..."
In the past three days, Molière had lived in paradise. Living next to Exon, he enjoyed endless wine and food every day, and was served by two Western European blonde beauties.
Molière didn't know that the CIA had a secret department called Yanzi, which was a department that specialized in training female spies. In Europe, Yi Wang and Fangguan had a group of people who specialized in purchasing girls from poor families in the countryside, and some of them were trained locally. , and some were sent back to Ryukyu for training.
Europe in the 19th century was not a paradise, where kings and nobles plus big capitalists and landowners monopolized the most land, while workers and farmers were at the bottom of society and lived in extremely difficult circumstances.
Needless to say, poor Eastern Europe, even in Western Europe, there are many female textile workers who work more than 12 hours a day just to make ends meet, and most of them even work as secret prostitutes.
Many of the girls that poor families cannot support are sold to child laborers, prostitutes, domestic slaves of noble families... Various channels can digest these girls, and the more beautiful they are, the easier they are to sell.
No one knows how many swallows are kept in the swallow, and only Xiao Letian and other core executives know the exact number.
Xiao Letian still felt a little guilty when he started doing this kind of thing, because modern people are taught to respect women, and he simply cannot treat women the way ancient people did.
But as he learned more and more about this era, he realized that for girls from poor families, being a swallow in the CIA was already considered a great blessing.
The girls in Duosha were reduced to the lowest prostitutes, having sex with workers, gangsters and other people at the lowest level of society for two pieces of bread. The final outcome was to die on the roadside with a disease.
Even if one or two are lucky enough to find a good man and start a family, they will remain in poverty for the rest of their lives, because no good family will want such a woman.
And Yanzi who becomes the CIA is also a betrayal, but at least there is an agency protecting them, with medical care, pensions, and a new identity for you after retirement. More importantly, you can receive education.
Therefore, a scene that surprised Xiao Letian appeared. The swallows in the CIA were actually happier than the other. It was the joy of jumping out of the fire pit that was revealed from the bottom of their hearts.
Maybe for these girls, the life in the past was a pit of fire, and the life of being a swallow is already above heaven.
Accompanying Exxon and Molière were a group of swallows. The CIA's order to the swallows accompanying Exxon was to let the man continue to take a lot of drugs and alcohol... to completely destroy his will.
The swallow who accompanied Molière mainly numbed him and made him relax his vigilance, so that he still felt that he was very safe.
These beautiful swallows successfully completed their mission, and even dug out some intelligence clues from their sleep talk while sleeping with them. Later, several secret lines of Tsarist Russian spies were dug out based on these clues, of which the swallows played an indispensable role. .
Perhaps it was the comfortable life that made Molière relax his vigilance, or perhaps it was Xiao Letian's temporary concession that paralyzed the enemy. In the past three days, Moliere and Exxon had only one analysis, that is, they would not die.
The mournful music outside the window was singing, but the two prisoners in the room became ants on the hot pot. Molière grabbed Exxon's collar and shook it desperately, "Idiot, wake up! You have forgotten the analysis I gave you before. Already? We are safe, absolutely safe!"
"Xiao Letian doesn't dare to kill us. You are a relative of His Majesty the Tsar and the brother of the future queen. Xiao Letian already knows your identity... He has now got everything he wants on the battlefield. At this time, he wants It’s an armistice!”
"This man knows when to stop digesting everything he has swallowed. He needs time, because the Chinese need time to develop internal affairs..."
"How could he kill you to anger the Tsar? He would only use you to threaten the Tsar... Remember my words, you have to hold on, hold on to all the pressure. You can't do anything terrible if it happens in front of you. Back down and never admit defeat!”
Aikeson nodded numbly, "Yes, I listen to you...Does it mean that even if you die in front of me, I can't be afraid to shrink back?"
Molière almost lost his breath and thought, I am trying to cheer you up, but you are cursing me? What are you!
But you really can't argue with a drug addict, let alone being in the same boat. Molière could only hold back his anger and said, "Yes, yes, you have to hold on even if I die... Bah, bah, bah, I don't know how." You can’t die!”
"How many times have I told you that if Xiao Letian wants to anger the French Emperor and make all the nobles in Paris angry, then kill me! Then the whole of France will use the power of the country to destroy him!"
"Since he didn't choose to kill me on the battlefield, then don't even think about killing me in the prisoner of war camp!"
Molière's roar shocked Exxon, and the room became temporarily quiet. At this time, the sun outside the window was already very high, and the public memorial ceremony that started at six o'clock in the morning had come to an end.
"Everyone, be quiet! You've disturbed the assembly, so be careful!" the soldier outside the window said viciously.
When Aikeson saw that someone was paying attention to him, he rushed over like a pug. "Give me some cigarettes. Please give me some morphine, please? Just a little, just a little. I haven't had a cigarette all morning." Take it, please..."
The soldier didn't even look at him, letting the poor creature wail in the room.
At this time, the public memorial ceremony had come to an end, and a group of soldiers suddenly walked out of the cell and headed straight for the iron gate, "Send the Prime Minister's order, Timorie, come out of the cell!"
With a click, a bolt of lightning exploded in Molière's heart. What did Xiao Letian want to do? Why did you take me out of the public memorial meeting? What conspiracy does he have!
"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" The frightened Molière struggled to escape, but the strong arms of the four CIA agents were strong enough to escort him out with a backhand cut.
"Tie up iron wire and brown rope, and tie up your legs and feet! Bastard, today is your public trial, and your life is at stake!"
ah! Before Molière could cry out, Exxon was so frightened that he fell to the ground and backed away desperately to the corner, fearing that these people would come back to catch him again.
