Chapter 374： quell civil unrest

When Wallevsky learned that his chargé d'affaires had never returned, a potential sixth sense told Wallevsky that the chargé d'affaires who stole France's "top-secret" information was likely to be silenced. .

As for who was silenced and where, Wallevsky has no idea.

"Alas! Originally, I wanted to kill him myself!" Wallevsky sighed and muttered softly.

Under the laws of the Second Reich, stealing "confidential" documents and selling them to other countries was sufficient for a death sentence.

Putting aside the good rank of colonel and not doing it, he chose to steal confidential documents and sell them. It is really an old birthday star who eats arsenic and is impatient.

Although the chargé d'affaires had been declared dead in Wallewski's heart, he still had to do what he should have done.

After eating a simple breakfast, Wallewski left the French embassy and went to the residence of the Ottoman interior minister to seek help.

When Wallevsky arrived at the Ministry of the Interior, the Cumin-flavored State Secretary, who was in charge of receiving Wallevsky, enthusiastically asked Wallevsky if he needed help.

After Wallevsky named his name to meet with the Minister of the Interior, the Cumin flavored State Secretary rushed to the door of the minister's office.

Pushing open the door of the minister's office, the Secretary of State Cuminwei saw the Home Secretary who was correcting documents.

"What happened?" Looking at the flustered Secretary of State in front of him, the Home Secretary asked while flipping through the dossier.

"His Excellency Minister!" The short-range explosive running made the Secretary of State who is not good at sports breathless, and he said intermittently: "The French ambassador... Vallef...ski...is on the first floor, he said that he has something to think about. want to see you!"

"Ambassador Wallevsky? What is he doing here?" the Home Secretary asked subconsciously.

"No...don't know!" the Secretary of State responded to the Home Secretary, swallowing.

"Then invite him in!" said the Home Secretary immediately to the Secretary of State.

After the Secretary of State was ordered to leave, the Minister of the Interior put down his work, put himself in the drawer and took out the tea set and black tea, and then called in a water delivery order to the staff coming and going outside the door.

Treating a special envoy of a major country like Wallevsky must be supplemented with the highest courtesy, otherwise he will be amused by the amazement of the friendly countries, and he, the Minister of the Interior, will be done.

After about a minute, the staff filled the teapot with boiling hot water.

The Home Secretary gently broke a piece of tea cake made of black tea into a teapot, and stirred gently to combine the water and the tea leaves.

The crystal-clear boiling water turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and milky white water vapor emanated from the spout.

The minister put the lid on the teapot, and the secretary of state brought Wallewski to the minister's office.

"Sit down! Mr. Wallewsky!" the Home Secretary invited Wallewsky in fluent French.

Wallewski sat opposite the Home Secretary.

Then, the Home Secretary said slowly: "Please wait for a while for tea!"

A few minutes later, there was a burst of heat from the spout, and the Home Secretary carefully poured the black tea into coffee cups, one of which was handed over to Wallewski and the other for himself.

Wallewski took the coffee cup and blew lightly, the water vapor floating on the surface of the black tea was instantly blown away, and the tea surface rippled.

Taking a sip, Valewski, who felt the fragrance of black tea on his tongue, couldn't help but praised "good tea".

The Minister of the Interior pursed his lips with a reserved smile, then entered the topic and asked Wallewski: "Mr. Ambassador, I don't know if you need our help!"

"That's right! We have an attaché d'affaires in our embassy who didn't return last night! I wonder if there was an accident, so I came here to ask for your help!" said.

"Your chargé d'affaires disappeared in Constantinople?" The Minister of the Interior raised his voice unconsciously. He suddenly felt that he was facing a hot potato.

If the agent did not die, everything is fine!

The Ottoman Empire faces a complex political problem if it is said that the death of the surrogate is said.

If the French Empire goes its own way, then the Ottoman Empire can only make amends.

Not to mention that the Ottoman Empire is now facing complex diplomatic issues, and if it is not careful, it will face a huge political crisis.

"Please don't worry! I will definitely give you an explanation!" After hearing the news, the Minister of the Interior didn't even bother to drink tea, and he hurriedly assured Wallevsky.

"Then as soon as possible!" Wallevsky nodded slightly, and then drank the black tea in the cup.

After Wallewski left, the Home Secretary acted like a madman and sent himself in for a screen search.

Under the frantic urging of the Minister of the Interior, the Ministry of Internal Affairs completed the investigation of every street in Constantinople after an afternoon.

They finally found clues in the slum. Following this clue, they discovered Konstantin Klein, and forced him to find out the connection between him and the military attaché.

The Home Secretary immediately brought Konstantin Clay to Wallevsky.

Looking at the guy who was about 20 years old in front of him, Wallewski was filled with curiosity.

"What do you do?" Valevsky asked Konstantin Klein.

Constantine Klein, who lost his parents and sister, was like a walking corpse who lost his soul. He responded in French dumbly, "Don't do anything!"

"Since you don't do anything, where did you learn your French!" Valewski asked Konstantin Klein again.

"Self-study!" Konstantin Klein responded mechanically.

"Self-study?" Valewski looked up and down the soulless guy in front of him, and he couldn't help but be surprised by his ability to learn.

"How did you know the deputy military attache!" Valevsky said to Konstantin Klein.

"Charge attaché?" Konstantin Klein looked at Valevsky suspiciously.

"You don't know that he is the deputy military attache!" Valevsky said to Konstantin Cleo.

"Where is he now? Where is he?" Konstantin Klein, who heard the news about his parents, roared like crazy.

If it wasn't for the suppression of the embassy's servants, Konstantin would have pounced on Valewski.

"It's a pity! We have lost contact with him since last night!" Wallevsky said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Constantine Klein, who heard the news of the disappearance of the deputy military attache, showed despair. The disappearance of the deputy military attache meant that his parents and sister would never be able to return.

"What's the matter with you?" Wallevsky asked Konstantin Klein again. After Konstantin Klein was brought here, Wallevsky knew nothing about him.

Konstantin told Wallewski his story.

Two years ago, Constantine was a poor boy who lived in a slum and worked as a tour guide for out-of-towners with a little talent for languages.

Although he had no money at that time, he was very happy.

Until the arrival of the deputy military attache, the deputy military attache discovered Constantine's language talent by chance, and he needed a person with strong language talent to act as a white glove.

In order to force Constantine to agree, the charge d'affaires and others threatened Constantine's parents and sister, asking him to do things for them.

In order to let him let his parents go, Constantine could only submit to the deputy military attache.

At first, the deputy military attache only asked him to help with small-scale smuggling, and as time went on, the ambition of the deputy military attache grew.

The deputy military attache began to send some unimportant French documents to the black market through his hands to make profits, and the money became more and more...

"You mean, you have already sold the information to the Russian minister?" Valevsky asked Konstantin.

"Yes!" Constantine repeated the letter verbatim.

The corners of Wallevsky's mouth showed a faint smile, which lasted for a moment and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Mr. Constantine, your actions have seriously endangered the security of the French Empire!" Wallevsky said to Constantine Klein with a serious expression.

"I know, I'm going to the gallows, right! I've already deserved to die anyway!" Konstantin Klein responded in a dejected tone.

"No no no! I want to ask if you are interested in serving us!" Valewski took a fancy to Konstantin Klein's language talent and long-sleeved talent for dancing. Also willing to believe how difficult it is.

If he wants to use this ability for arms trading...

Thinking of this Valewski decided to extend an olive branch to the guy in front of him: "The reason why you are doing this is because there is no powerful force behind you, join us now, and you will be able to gain access to this world. The most powerful force acts as a shield."

"I..." Konstantin Klein glanced at Wallevsky and said with a wry smile, "Is it possible for me to refuse?"

"Sir, you didn't!" Wallevsky said confidently: "No one will refuse our invitation!"

"Vengeance is not your only goal, I believe your parents will never let you stay in revenge thoughts all the time!" Valewski came to Konstantin and said.

Constantine recalled the warmth of that time, and the pain was gradually replaced by warmth.

"If that guy is still alive, I will let you end that guy yourself! The guy who betrayed France will never allow idiots to be in this world!" Wallevsky patted Constantine on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you!" Konstantin Klein Valewski expressed his gratitude.

Since then, there has been one less broker in the world, and one more death-spreading businessman in the Near East.