Chapter 213： Paris Intelligence Integration
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Under the respectful gaze of Marcel Yarug, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Marcel Yarug with a smile. He slumped his right hand on the side of the sofa and asked the National Intelligence Service in a relaxed tone. Formation.
"Thanks to Your Majesty! The general framework has been set up. Many members of the department are recruited from the police department. Some of them are even ashamed of their professional ability!"
Marcel Yaruger humbly reported to Jerome Bonaparte that a large number of police officers who were deeply abused by the judiciary were exiled in the name of justice due to the "anti-crime" operation carried out in Paris some time ago. , Many of the vacant positions were temporarily filled by some police officers from other provinces. That is to say, during this time, Marcel Yaluger found a group of good seedlings who were suitable for the role of "railway police".
After the regime in Paris was stabilized, the police officers who were temporarily transferred from other provinces were replaced by newly selected police officers from Paris. Marcel Yaruger absorbed some of the foreign police officers who were about to leave Paris and made them into the National Intelligence Service. a member.
Many police officers in the field chose to join the group without saying a word after hearing that they were serving the president.
Jerome Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction and said, "I believe in your ability. The National Intelligence Service can properly recruit some people from the police department as the backbone of the department! However, you must also cultivate some of your own talents!"
Then Jerome Bonaparte solemnly warned: "Please remember that your responsibilities are different from ordinary police departments. You must not only play a role in monitoring the inside, but let some of the mice lurking in the dark have nowhere to escape. We should also pray for the role of spying on the enemy’s situation externally, whether it is tempting or bribing. In short, your goal is to break into the interior of hostile countries to instigate countermeasures. Knowing the attitudes of countries towards us will help the government to further formulate policies. In extreme cases, some people can be assassinated... In short, your task is very difficult, and you must not take it lightly!"
Jerome Bonaparte's series of requests made Marcel Yeruger's expression even more solemn, and he faintly felt that this task was not easy.
"At present, Paris is in a power vacuum after cleaning. The old gang forces have been uprooted, and the new gang forces are still growing. I hope you can seize the opportunity and hold Paris firmly in our hands!" Jerome Bonaparte once again instructed Marcel Yeruger.
Any organization that becomes professional has to go through an ignorant groping stage. Jerome Bonaparte does not want this stage to last too long, so he has the responsibility to improve national intelligence for Marcel Yaluger. hospital.
"Yes!" Marcel Yarug's expression became more submissive.
Jerome Bonaparte asked Marcel Yale to stop. He couldn't help but regret why he hadn't thought of this method earlier. It was much faster to secretly train a gangster to serve him than to do it himself, especially These local gangsters living in Paris.
"I know it's very difficult to build a perfect intelligence organization!" Jerome Bonaparte stood up and came to Marcel Yeruger, who also showed a flattered expression and got up, Jerome Bonaparte stood up. Bonaparte patted Marcel Yeruger on the shoulder and said in a cordial tone: "However, the sooner it is built, the better we can be sure! I will not forget everyone who has contributed to France!"
"I will do my best to form a perfect team!" Marcel Yeruger assured Jerome Bonaparte with an excited look on his face.
"I believe in you!" Jerome Bonaparte replied.
Marcel Yeruger left the Elysee Palace under Jerome Bonaparte's bells and whistles.
Marcel Yaruger, who was sitting in the carriage, restrained his smile. He frowned and showed a dignified expression. He recalled what the president said at the Elysee Palace in his mind.
"Stop!" Marcel Yeruger in the carriage suddenly shouted at the coachman outside the carriage.
The coachman quickly tightened the reins, and the two brown-yellow high-headed horses responsible for pulling raised their front hooves in pain because the coachman quickly tightened their necks, and a violent neigh came out of their mouths.
With the help of the horse's neighing, the coachman put his head close to the carriage and asked in a low voice, "Director, what's the matter?"
Marcel Yale opened the curtains. At this time, the fiery red sun had gradually set from the west, and it was shedding the last light and heat of today on the world.
The carriage under the setting sun pulled out a long shadow, and the shadow was imprinted on the small foreign building on the side, as if the entire small mansion was shrouded in shadows.
The dazzling gaze made Marcel Yeruger couldn't help covering his eyes. After muttering "it's too early", he ordered the coachman to send him back to the National Intelligence Agency.
As the sun went down, the time gradually came to 8 o'clock in the evening.
Since it is now the end of January 1850, the weather in Paris is still a little cool at night. Under the cold wind, a team of 5 people wrapped in black coats walked through the streets of the Montmarre district.
The homeless walking on the streets of Montmard shivered and hid after seeing the team, muttering "don't kill me".
Jérôme Bonaparte's anti-crime campaign did remove a vermin in Paris, but he also left an indelible memory of the homeless.
Some of the homeless were executed as underworld elements, and most of the homeless were forced to undergo a "spiritual" education by the army.
So that after seeing this dress, the homeless person will subconsciously think that the army is not coming in.
The team ignored the homeless, and they quickly disappeared into the night.
"God bless!" The tramp was thankful for his escape. Just as he was about to leave, a shiny object shot into the homeless man's eyes.
Seeing this, the tramp cautiously went to check, and found a silvery thing at the place where the mysterious man stayed.
"God bless!" The homeless man quickly squatted down and picked it up. A silver coin appeared in the homeless man's hand. The homeless man kissed the head of Napoleon on the silver coin, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! The emperor blesses!"
After finishing speaking, he lined up the silver coins in his pocket and hurriedly disappeared into the night.
This silver coin can support him for a long time.
…
"Reno, you're doing superfluous things again! You can't help your cheap sympathy!" said one of the mysterious team to those who followed him.
The member, known as Reno, did not respond.
Just when he wanted to continue mocking the member named Reno, the leader of the team said softly and sternly: "Quiet!"
The team quieted down again, and the leader's voice sounded again: "It's only once, it won't be an example next time!"
"Yes!"
The team soon came to a dark mansion, the door of the mansion was closed, there was no light in the room, and the owner seemed to have rested.
"Go!" the leader said to the members behind him.
The members behind him acted quickly. He took out an iron wire and inserted it into the keyhole. After fiddling with it twice, he only heard the sound of the door cracking.
The door opened, and the team sneaked into the mansion to find the owner of the mansion.
After some investigation, they finally came to the room on the second floor of the mansion.
"it's here!"
The squad quietly opened the door, entered the room, and lit the kerosene lamp.
The dazzling light made the owner of the house couldn't help but open his eyes.
Before waiting for the mansion master to react, the team leader said, "Are you the leader of the Iron Fist Gang, Willow?"
The mansion owner quickly came to his senses. He looked vigilantly at the few members wearing iron masks by his window, and said with a pretense of ease: "Everyone, you break into the house privately in the middle of the night, be careful and I will call the police!"
"Call the police! Pffhahaha... He said he was going to call the police!" One of the team members couldn't help laughing, and everyone present couldn't help laughing: "A gangster actually thought of looking for the police!"
"Gangs? What gangs! Who doesn't know about the whole of Paris, those gangs have been wiped out!" Wilno said in a panic. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Although martial law has been lifted, the word gang is still not a good word.
"Mr. Wilno, don't play stupid! We are here to invite you to a place!" The leader said to Wilno in a calm tone: "Of course you can also not go, the consequences..."
It was self-evident that the team members next to him quickly took out a smoothbore pistol.
"I'm with you!" Willow surrendered immediately, he decided to surrender temporarily?
"I warn you, don't use any tricks! You can't afford our identity!" The team leader threatened.
"Are you guys..." Looking at these extraordinary guys in front of him, Willo realized their origins.
"Mr. Wilno, you just need to know it yourself! You don't need to say it!" The team leader responded lightly.
"Mmmm!" Willow's temperament changed from a tiger to a kitten by the way.
Having experienced martial law, he doesn't want to try it.
"Actually, I'm that person too! We're a gang," Wilno couldn't help but say.
"Cut!" Only the contempt of the team leader and members greeted Willow, and the silent words seemed to say that you deserve to know him too.
"I see, I'll go with you!" Willno said to everyone present with a wry smile.
"Then please! Willow is the first saint!"
The leader made an inviting gesture, and Willow walked out of the mansion with them.
A carriage stopped outside the mansion, and Wilno's head was put on a hood and loaded into the carriage.
Looking at the carriage that gradually disappeared into the night, the leader said again: "Go! The next one!"
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Under the respectful gaze of Marcel Yarug, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Marcel Yarug with a smile. He slumped his right hand on the side of the sofa and asked the National Intelligence Service in a relaxed tone. Formation.
"Thanks to Your Majesty! The general framework has been set up. Many members of the department are recruited from the police department. Some of them are even ashamed of their professional ability!"
Marcel Yaruger humbly reported to Jerome Bonaparte that a large number of police officers who were deeply abused by the judiciary were exiled in the name of justice due to the "anti-crime" operation carried out in Paris some time ago. , Many of the vacant positions were temporarily filled by some police officers from other provinces. That is to say, during this time, Marcel Yaluger found a group of good seedlings who were suitable for the role of "railway police".
After the regime in Paris was stabilized, the police officers who were temporarily transferred from other provinces were replaced by newly selected police officers from Paris. Marcel Yaruger absorbed some of the foreign police officers who were about to leave Paris and made them into the National Intelligence Service. a member.
Many police officers in the field chose to join the group without saying a word after hearing that they were serving the president.
Jerome Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction and said, "I believe in your ability. The National Intelligence Service can properly recruit some people from the police department as the backbone of the department! However, you must also cultivate some of your own talents!"
Then Jerome Bonaparte solemnly warned: "Please remember that your responsibilities are different from ordinary police departments. You must not only play a role in monitoring the inside, but let some of the mice lurking in the dark have nowhere to escape. We should also pray for the role of spying on the enemy’s situation externally, whether it is tempting or bribing. In short, your goal is to break into the interior of hostile countries to instigate countermeasures. Knowing the attitudes of countries towards us will help the government to further formulate policies. In extreme cases, some people can be assassinated... In short, your task is very difficult, and you must not take it lightly!"
Jerome Bonaparte's series of requests made Marcel Yeruger's expression even more solemn, and he faintly felt that this task was not easy.
"At present, Paris is in a power vacuum after cleaning. The old gang forces have been uprooted, and the new gang forces are still growing. I hope you can seize the opportunity and hold Paris firmly in our hands!" Jerome Bonaparte once again instructed Marcel Yeruger.
Any organization that becomes professional has to go through an ignorant groping stage. Jerome Bonaparte does not want this stage to last too long, so he has the responsibility to improve national intelligence for Marcel Yaluger. hospital.
"Yes!" Marcel Yarug's expression became more submissive.
Jerome Bonaparte asked Marcel Yale to stop. He couldn't help but regret why he hadn't thought of this method earlier. It was much faster to secretly train a gangster to serve him than to do it himself, especially These local gangsters living in Paris.
"I know it's very difficult to build a perfect intelligence organization!" Jerome Bonaparte stood up and came to Marcel Yeruger, who also showed a flattered expression and got up, Jerome Bonaparte stood up. Bonaparte patted Marcel Yeruger on the shoulder and said in a cordial tone: "However, the sooner it is built, the better we can be sure! I will not forget everyone who has contributed to France!"
"I will do my best to form a perfect team!" Marcel Yeruger assured Jerome Bonaparte with an excited look on his face.
"I believe in you!" Jerome Bonaparte replied.
Marcel Yeruger left the Elysee Palace under Jerome Bonaparte's bells and whistles.
Marcel Yaruger, who was sitting in the carriage, restrained his smile. He frowned and showed a dignified expression. He recalled what the president said at the Elysee Palace in his mind.
"Stop!" Marcel Yeruger in the carriage suddenly shouted at the coachman outside the carriage.
The coachman quickly tightened the reins, and the two brown-yellow high-headed horses responsible for pulling raised their front hooves in pain because the coachman quickly tightened their necks, and a violent neigh came out of their mouths.
With the help of the horse's neighing, the coachman put his head close to the carriage and asked in a low voice, "Director, what's the matter?"
Marcel Yale opened the curtains. At this time, the fiery red sun had gradually set from the west, and it was shedding the last light and heat of today on the world.
The carriage under the setting sun pulled out a long shadow, and the shadow was imprinted on the small foreign building on the side, as if the entire small mansion was shrouded in shadows.
The dazzling gaze made Marcel Yeruger couldn't help covering his eyes. After muttering "it's too early", he ordered the coachman to send him back to the National Intelligence Agency.
As the sun went down, the time gradually came to 8 o'clock in the evening.
Since it is now the end of January 1850, the weather in Paris is still a little cool at night. Under the cold wind, a team of 5 people wrapped in black coats walked through the streets of the Montmarre district.
The homeless walking on the streets of Montmard shivered and hid after seeing the team, muttering "don't kill me".
Jérôme Bonaparte's anti-crime campaign did remove a vermin in Paris, but he also left an indelible memory of the homeless.
Some of the homeless were executed as underworld elements, and most of the homeless were forced to undergo a "spiritual" education by the army.
So that after seeing this dress, the homeless person will subconsciously think that the army is not coming in.
The team ignored the homeless, and they quickly disappeared into the night.
"God bless!" The tramp was thankful for his escape. Just as he was about to leave, a shiny object shot into the homeless man's eyes.
Seeing this, the tramp cautiously went to check, and found a silvery thing at the place where the mysterious man stayed.
"God bless!" The homeless man quickly squatted down and picked it up. A silver coin appeared in the homeless man's hand. The homeless man kissed the head of Napoleon on the silver coin, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! The emperor blesses!"
After finishing speaking, he lined up the silver coins in his pocket and hurriedly disappeared into the night.
This silver coin can support him for a long time.
…
"Reno, you're doing superfluous things again! You can't help your cheap sympathy!" said one of the mysterious team to those who followed him.
The member, known as Reno, did not respond.
Just when he wanted to continue mocking the member named Reno, the leader of the team said softly and sternly: "Quiet!"
The team quieted down again, and the leader's voice sounded again: "It's only once, it won't be an example next time!"
"Yes!"
The team soon came to a dark mansion, the door of the mansion was closed, there was no light in the room, and the owner seemed to have rested.
"Go!" the leader said to the members behind him.
The members behind him acted quickly. He took out an iron wire and inserted it into the keyhole. After fiddling with it twice, he only heard the sound of the door cracking.
The door opened, and the team sneaked into the mansion to find the owner of the mansion.
After some investigation, they finally came to the room on the second floor of the mansion.
"it's here!"
The squad quietly opened the door, entered the room, and lit the kerosene lamp.
The dazzling light made the owner of the house couldn't help but open his eyes.
Before waiting for the mansion master to react, the team leader said, "Are you the leader of the Iron Fist Gang, Willow?"
The mansion owner quickly came to his senses. He looked vigilantly at the few members wearing iron masks by his window, and said with a pretense of ease: "Everyone, you break into the house privately in the middle of the night, be careful and I will call the police!"
"Call the police! Pffhahaha... He said he was going to call the police!" One of the team members couldn't help laughing, and everyone present couldn't help laughing: "A gangster actually thought of looking for the police!"
"Gangs? What gangs! Who doesn't know about the whole of Paris, those gangs have been wiped out!" Wilno said in a panic. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Although martial law has been lifted, the word gang is still not a good word.
"Mr. Wilno, don't play stupid! We are here to invite you to a place!" The leader said to Wilno in a calm tone: "Of course you can also not go, the consequences..."
It was self-evident that the team members next to him quickly took out a smoothbore pistol.
"I'm with you!" Willow surrendered immediately, he decided to surrender temporarily?
"I warn you, don't use any tricks! You can't afford our identity!" The team leader threatened.
"Are you guys..." Looking at these extraordinary guys in front of him, Willo realized their origins.
"Mr. Wilno, you just need to know it yourself! You don't need to say it!" The team leader responded lightly.
"Mmmm!" Willow's temperament changed from a tiger to a kitten by the way.
Having experienced martial law, he doesn't want to try it.
"Actually, I'm that person too! We're a gang," Wilno couldn't help but say.
"Cut!" Only the contempt of the team leader and members greeted Willow, and the silent words seemed to say that you deserve to know him too.
"I see, I'll go with you!" Willno said to everyone present with a wry smile.
"Then please! Willow is the first saint!"
The leader made an inviting gesture, and Willow walked out of the mansion with them.
A carriage stopped outside the mansion, and Wilno's head was put on a hood and loaded into the carriage.
Looking at the carriage that gradually disappeared into the night, the leader said again: "Go! The next one!"
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