C1840 Pierre's assassination

When the story of the Governor Philip was told, it would take three months to advance. Before the end of the story of the War of the Far East, a handsome, golden-haired and blue-eyed man was about to return to Europe by boat from a special class cabin of a cruise that sail from the East.

The top shearer in Shanghai had used the finest European material for his simple suit, a gold pocket watch, precious stone cufflinks, and an exquisite silver cigar box containing the top quality cigars that Havana's girls had rubbed on their thighs.

In the cruise ship's dining room, he always chose that fixed window seat, a bottle of the best wine, the special dishes recommended by the chef, and his help.

All the ladies in the First Class cabin were attracted by this handsome man. Their eyes constantly shot him with peach blossoms. Some of them even knocked on his cabin door in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately, this man's heart wasn't with these passing berserk flowers. Like a Puritan, he pushed away all of his encounters with women and just quietly passed through his dull journey.

The journey across half of the Earth was always very boring, and after a while, those berserk butterflies began to ignore this man who didn't know anything. Perhaps this was just a pair of master and servant who loved to travel around the world, just like the lives of many European princes who didn't have to worry about food and clothing.

However, no one knew that every day, this cold gentleman would secretly spend more than an hour with his assistant in the cabin to disguise himself.

The sideburns were glued to the skin. Some transparent fish glue was applied to the lower corners of the eyes. If necessary, more hair would be attached to the temples.

"Hiss …" Lay it down Lei Meng! See if my skin is inflamed, it's too painful, I really want to throw away these disguises! "

"Sir Pierre... The mail boat has just left Suez Canal and is in the most dangerous Mediterranean route. Once we reach Athens, we will be safe on land with the Prussians! "

The mysterious guest was the one who had followed Xiao Letian for so many years, the French gold-ranked intelligence officer Pierre, while the assistant Lei Meng was the one who had surrendered at the hands of Molière, the intelligence officer Lei Meng.

This time, when they returned to Europe, the two of them were opening up a path for the following large troops. While the war in the Far East was still burning, Xiao Letian did not forget about Europe.

The Athens was an important port in the Mediterranean Sea. After the cruise ship arrived here, Pierre and Lei Meng got off the ship and landed, but they did not dare to continue onward, as they were getting closer and closer to the French mainland. Their information had long been added to the blacklist of the French intelligence agencies, and there were not many acquaintances waiting to kill them.

Pierre's position in the CIA was very, very hidden, and there were very few people who knew of his existence. He had a new job in the Ryukyu, which was teaching French.

Secretly, he was an important analyst of the CIA on European affairs. He also provided a lot of accurate data on the war between China and Russia.

However, in general, Pierre did not have much time to work for Xiao Letian during these few years. It was as if neither the Head of the Guards nor Wang Huaiyuan was willing to use him.

This was not because the two of them disapproved of Pierre's ability, this was Xiao Letian's astute way of controlling the situation. He was very clear that he could not afford to waste time and effort on things like this.

So all these years, Xiao Letian had been raising him on a high salary, allowing him to familiarize with the national conditions, culture, military affairs and history of Asia … This was also a form of training for both sides. Xiao Letian was very patient, towards the training of talent, the Head of the Guards was never impatient.

It was only until the outbreak of the war in the Far East and the fierce victory of the Amami Oshima that Xiao Letian felt that the time was right. He began to release the Golden Hunting Hawk, which he had raised for a long time, ordering him to bring many important documents to Europe secretly.

When they walked down the gangway, the local docks and workers quickly gathered around to make a living. They crowded around hoping that the Gentlemen would hire them to carry the bags. The eyes of these workers at the mixed docks were vicious, so it was easy to tell whose clothes were the most expensive.

"Sir, sir! Use me as a guide, I know all the ruins around Athens … "

"Esteemed gentleman, I am familiar with all the high-end hotels in the Athens. I can bring you the best preferential treatment …"

"Sir, I know where the most beautiful ladies of Athens are. I can also find a way to drink the best wine …"

"Mister …"

The two of them suddenly felt that something was wrong. They looked at each other and started to squeeze towards the northeast direction.

It was not the first or second time that he had taken this route. Although the docks in the Athens were in chaos, and the people who were still alive were some of the scoundrels, they were definitely not rascals to such an extent.

Normally, if the guests refused two or three times, these people would tactfully leave. Why would these people chase the two guests for over twenty meters?

"Hey …" What do you want? "Don't harass Gentleman, if you continue like this, I won't hold back …"

The cruise ship would not sail immediately, and there was still plenty of time. The second mate saw that the dockers were a bit out of place, so he waved his hand and the four strong sailors on the cruise ship rushed down the gangway.

"Scram, don't be rude to our esteemed guests … Oh my God! What are you holding in your hand? With Knives... Sir, be careful! "

Several strong workers blocked the four sailors with their bodies, and one of the dockers who was standing close to Pierre suddenly pulled a dagger out of his tattered boot and stabbed at Pierre's waist without hesitation.

The sailor's shouts reminded the two of them. When Lei Meng saw this, his head buzzed even harder. So the identity of the two of us had already been exposed. Is it really the Sri Lanka or is it the Suez Canal?

"Be careful …" Lei Meng bellowed as he threw the leather bag in his hands, only to hear a dull sound as it was pierced and the bright dagger pierced through the leather bag, all the way to the end.

"Police!" Where's the police... Someone tried to assassinate the aristocrats! Someone tried to assassinate the noble! " Lei Meng howled like a wild wolf, and took out a short cylinder from his bosom, crushing the wax seal to form a spicy thick smoke that billowed out.

"Cough, cough, cough …" Ah … "My arm …" Lei Meng pounced like a tiger and pushed Pierre out of the crowd. A deep gash also appeared on Pierre's arm, and blood splashed in all directions.

"Leave now, sir..." Northeast Iron Anchor Inn... Quick, let me block it for you... "Ahhh!" Amidst the scream, Lei Meng was hit on the back again.