Eugene and Andrew were sitting in a corner of the pod, drinking hot tea given to them by the Chinese soldiers. After all, they had been working for the Führer for so long, and the soldiers would not treat them badly.
The two of them were muttering and soon looked at each other strangely. Eugene whispered, "I never thought it would be him...Don't say anything now, we are in heaven after all..."
"I know it's too dangerous now. Wait until after the refugee camp before taking action..."
While they were talking, the two mysterious men who were resting in the distance turned to look at them. Eugene and Andrew quickly changed their faces to smiles, and even raised their teacups to indicate whether they wanted a drink.
After all, airships are a new thing, and humans have a certain fear of such aircraft. They dare not touch anything for fear of falling from the sky accidentally.
But most people are still willing to lie on the railing of the pod and look down. At this moment, everyone feels happy to have survived the disaster.
This feeling is difficult to describe, because overlooking the earth from the sky can easily give people an illusory feeling that is divorced from reality. This has always been the perspective of gods overlooking all things, which has never been attempted by mortals.
It's so novel and shocking. You can see the whole of Paris clearly in your heart. It's so cruel and beautiful!
People pointed and pointed at each block in the shadows, the places where explosions and flames shot into the sky, to see who was resisting and whose homes were destroyed.
People were sad and sad, but they were glad that they escaped and ascended to heaven!
It's heaven on the airship, and Paris below is hell!
The huge airship had carried out many night missions. They leaned the airship on the huge wooden tower with ease, and the refugees went down the ladder of the tower.
There were refugee registration officials at the exit of the tower, and Chinese soldiers with guns were maintaining order, and soon the long queue formed.
Questions such as life, age, occupation and some simple family situations are followed by a body search, and then waiting for officials to assign a place of residence. This work has been repeated countless times, and everything is in order at the registration gate.
"Name..." Finally it was the turn of the two mysterious people who appeared in the sewer. They were two inconspicuous guys with stinky smells all over their bodies and mud on their faces.
They are all refugees, who is cleaner than the other? The two men were dressed in an outfit that is common among refugees.
"Fleming... I am from Bordeaux. I came to work at the Sorbonne before the war. I am a gardener at the school... This is my job introduction letter..."
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket, which contained a letter of introduction from an unknown nobleman in Bordeaux. This letter could prove that he introduced Fleming to work at the Sorbonne University. .
With proof of identity, everything would be simple. Other refugees would introduce themselves by mouth, and no one would know if they were telling the truth. But with proof of identity, there would be no need to waste time.
Just as the guarding official was about to let them go, a shrill cry suddenly came from behind the team.
"Don't let him in... catch him..."
"That person is... Raoul Rigaud... He is the murderer Raoul Rigaud!"
This sentence immediately exploded. It can be said that Raoul Rigault's name is known to everyone in Paris. He is the most famous gangster of the commune, the leader of the secret police, a master of torture, a psychopath, and his methods are extremely cruel!
How could he appear in the refugee camp!
With a bang, a circle vacated around Raoul Rigaud and the two men, and the Chinese soldiers all raised their rifles and surrounded the two men.
Raoul Rigaud was stunned for a short time and then suddenly became shocked: "Andrew? When did you see me? I have a very good memory, and people I have met will never forget..."
"The Tuileries Palace... I went in with the Chinese... Of course I put on makeup..."
"Ah! I understand... Haha... when we robbed the Tuileries Palace, you led the way, right? You were afraid of the liquidation later, so you actually put on makeup?"
"No wonder, no wonder... I know you, of course I know you, but I always thought you didn't know me, because I thought you had never seen me..."
"Haha, I made a miscalculation... I really made a miscalculation..."
Raoul Rigaud spread his hands and smiled at the Chinese soldiers, "Gentlemen, I mean no harm. As you can see, the war in Paris is about to end..."
"I also want to live... I want to get a refugee status... Can you inform the head of state? I believe the head of state will meet me!"
Raoul Rigaud was among the top ten senior officials among the leaders of the commune. His appearance was a major military situation and must be reported to the head of state immediately.
The soldiers quickly ran towards the headquarters, and a platoon of soldiers surrounded the two commune defectors.
At this time, more and more people knew about Raoul Rigaud's escape into the refugee camp. Many refugees came over and looked at the murderer with complicated eyes outside the cordon.
Perhaps the presence of Chinese soldiers gave these refugees courage. Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "Kill this murderer! My brother was tortured to death by him...Kill him!"
"That's right, he is a murderer... He falsely accused my friend of being a spy for the government army!"
"It was his secret police who ransacked my home and took away all my food... robbers!"
After all, Raoul Rigault had been engaged in dark work for many years, and his hands were stained with blood. Before the Civil War in Paris, his reputation was not well-known because ordinary people did not know who he was.
Before the outbreak of the war, he led some secret assassination and torture work, and his reputation was concentrated among professional circles.
But this war exposed him. This war required espionage and counter-espionage work in too many places, and it would not be that easy to hide his identity.
Raoul Rigault was gradually exposed to the public, and the business he was responsible for was really unacceptable to the people. It was too bloody and cruel.
Seeing that the refugees could no longer control their emotions, nearby Chinese troops began to reinforce them, and it took two companies of troops to prevent the refugees from attacking.
This group of refugees cursed at Raoul Rigaud through the Chinese soldiers. The senior official of the commune did not refute, but just waited for the Chinese's response with a dark face.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly separated into an alley, and the noise of the refugees suddenly disappeared. All the refugees looked at the approaching group of people with awe.
Xiao Letian, who had not slept all night, showed up at the scene with officials!
"Is it really Raoul Rigaud? You, the CIA, go and identify the authenticity..."
The intelligence officer, who had had many secret contacts with the commune, walked over and chatted with Raoul Rigaud for a few words, and then gave him some clean hot towels to wipe his face.
In the end, these people confirmed, "Yes, Head of State, this person is Raoul Rigaud, he can't be wrong..."
"Haha... What a rare visitor. A high-ranking intelligence official from the commune came to see me with only one of his subordinates? Tell me, what do you want from me..."
Li Gao raised his head and put down the towel, "Führer, I want to live, and I need your protection... In exchange, I can tell you all the information I know!"
"You won't suffer a loss in this deal..."
