C2602 Grateful Pierre

Pierre's emotions were hard to describe. Honestly speaking, from the moment Wang Huaiyuan ordered for him to be placed under house arrest, he already knew what was going on.

They were all in the intelligence department, so they knew clearly that the Chinese were going to start a war with their home country. If they didn't believe it, it would be understandable.

To be honest, the Director Wang was quite benevolent. He fed himself well and raised himself well, and when there was nothing wrong, he could even go out of the city to listen to a play with the guards accompanying his. Criminals were not so well treated. At the very least, they could not drink ten pounds a bottle of good red wine.

Having thought everything through, Pierre chose not to resist and quietly enjoyed his rare vacation. However, he had never expected that the Führer would personally order his release and allow him to continue his intelligence work.

This was really unexpected. Pierre never thought that Xiao Letian would give him this much trust, even though the war with France was about to start, he still believed in his loyalty as a Frenchman.

In exchange, Pierre was also a man who knew how to repay favors, and he had to work harder to repay those who respected him for bringing up their benefactors.

As a result of Pierre's shocking discovery, he had actually succeeded in deducing the probability of this assassination and contacted Xiao Letian at the most critical moment.

After that, Pierre rushed to the place where the incident occurred to meet up with the Head of the Guards.

When Xiao Letian and Bismark started to ride the train to leave, Xiao Letian told Pierre to wait in his carriage. The anxious Pierre did not know what the Head of the Guards was going to say.

Xiao Letian looked at Pierre, whose voice was choked with emotions, and sighed: "You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you?"

On the table next to Pierre, two sandwiches lay on a white plate, with only one bite left in them.

What was even more amazing was that the wine cabinet was right behind Pierre, but the alcoholic wasn't even touched. This wasn't his usual appearance.

"You weren't so formal in the past. You drank quite a lot of good wine that I had hidden away. Why are you acting so formal today?"

"The Führer... Isn't this the same as Fang Guan? She didn't like me drinking too much, so I had to restrain myself … "

"Come on …" I still don't know how much alcohol you have, so three bottles of red wine won't affect your work at all … Alright, I won't waste any more time, let's get straight to the point! "

"Do you know what I called you to say?"

Pierre forced a smile and said, "What else could it be? It's not the upcoming war, and you still want to know my attitude …"

"You're right, and that's not right! The reason why I called you here today is to untie the knot in your heart, and at the same time to let me feel at ease! "

"Pierre is a great talent, I must use it! "But you, Pierre, are also a Frenchman. It is normal for the higher ups of the Chinese race to be worried about you. You can't hold a grudge in your heart!"

"No …." I understand that the Director Wang and the others are all worried for information, and these are all rules, I understand! "

"Well, it's best if you can figure it out, but are you right? I feel like I have to make friends with you! "

"Pierre! You must always remember, I, Xiao Letian, do not hate the France, especially not this race. On the contrary, I have always been kind to the most important country in Europe! "

"These are the intelligence reports that were just delivered this morning. Take a good look at them!" With that, Xiao Letian threw over a thick Kraft paper folder.

Untying the cotton rope, Pierre pulled out numerous photographs, each with a detailed description.

"This is the record of the 200 thousand people parade in Paris some time ago. It's all top secret! I m afraid Napoleon III doesn't even have such clear pictures himself! "

"Look at what France is like now!"

The scenes in the photos were extremely shocking, and Pierre was surprised to see that only a small part of them were scenes of the conflict on the spot, and more of the events that took place before and after the demonstrations.

Xiao Letian told the smart one that there was no need to beat around the bush, "I will not show you the photos of the people who killed at the scene of the conflict, because you know very well that this conflict is filled with our spies …" What I want you to see is, in the years that you've been away from France, what level of conflict has your society reached? "

Pierre's hand trembled. It was a picture of a destitute family, the woman in the middle of the picture with her face turned sideways to make some kind of soup. A long spoon was stirring slowly, and the light from the pot of soup was so diluted that it could be seen.

Life was difficult for the woman did not even have a sad expression, only a deep numbness!

At the edge of the photo, a man sat in a corner smoking a cigarette, a gaunt body beneath his dirty overalls.

A child with empty eyes was staring at the ceiling inside the cradle. The entire scene looked lifeless!

"This child died two hours after the photo was taken... Complications from severe malnutrition! This is the family of a Steel plant's Coal diggers! "

"That man works more than 12 hours a day, but he can't afford a glass of milk. He can only watch as his child starves to death!"

"Keep watching!" There are countless scenes like this! "

Pierre's trembling hands began to flip through the pictures rapidly. Indeed, the thick photos were filled with the hardships of the people at the bottom of Paris. In all the pictures, there was hunger, pain, numbness, sadness … Those trees could no longer be considered human. They were all withered trees that were on the verge of death.

There were children stealing things and being beaten by gentlemen with sticks of civilization, and three children whose mothers had no one to rely on but the lowest form of prostitution.

Workers who had lost a hand in a factory accident could only lie on the street and wait for charity. A group of hungry children rushed into a bakery to rob food, only to be chased and beaten by a group of adults.

One picture after another formed a hell-like picture of the world, which was displayed in front of Pierre.

The sensitive intelligence officer trembled all over, his scalp went numb, as though every single hair on his body had stood up.

"How can this be? How could this be … When I left France, the people were poor but not so poor! "

"Hehe …" What can you see? You are, after all, a top student in the Imperial Academy, and your job is pretty good. Although you've been hidden away in the snow, you still have a bowl of rice to eat! "

"Your old classmates and friends often support you, so your life is easy. You don't even know how hard it is for the workers and peasants to live!"

"To be honest, this kind of life in the France has always been normal!"