Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles arrived at the agreed location, it was almost noon.

After walking through the narrow, winding and dirty streets, Charles found the small bungalow hidden among a bunch of messy one- or two-story houses.

Charles knocked three times, then paused for a while, and knocked five more times.

The door slowly opened.

The owner of the gun shop, Pardon, finally opened the door. He looked very pale, depressed, and frightened.

Charles pushed him away roughly and walked in quickly.

Pardon carefully closed the door, then lowered his head and followed Charles into the dark hut.

"Idiot! How did you mess things up like this?!" After entering, Charles directly scolded him. "What happened!"

"I... I finally... dealt with the army, and then got the weapons from them, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect..." Pardon lowered his head and explained in a low voice, "When it was transported to the store, it was seized by the police."

"I just want to ask you how you could do this!" Charles scolded again.

"Sir, we didn't want to..." Pardon replied in a low voice, "Who knew that the police had set up secret sentries and patrols nearby recently! We tried every means to escape."

Charles frowned and was silent for a long time.

"Did anyone get caught?" he asked at last.

"Yes." The other party answered honestly, "Two were caught."

"Bang!" Charles slammed the table heavily, "Is this how you do things?"

"Sir, we didn't want to..." Pardon muttered to himself with his head down.

The stuffiness brought by the small room made Charles couldn't help but loosen his tie, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

"Are you the only one here now?"

"Yes, everyone ran away separately, and I am the only one here now." Seeing Charles's irritability and impatience, Pardon's face became worse and worse.

"Is this the good news I got after you promised me many times?" Charles asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sir...but..."

"No buts, how much loss has your incompetence caused to everyone!"

The young man's sharp criticism made Pardon's eyes flash with a fierce light.

"Sir, I said, this is an accident!"

He felt that he didn't need to be particularly humble in front of this person.

A silence.

"Humph, an accident!" Charles' expression returned to seriousness. "What are you going to do now?"

"What do you think I should do?" Pardon looked at Charles, his expression seemed sincere, but in fact there was not much sincerity at all.

"I think you should leave Paris first and hide from the wind," Charles expressed his opinion. "Didn't you say someone was arrested? If you don't leave, you will be implicated sooner or later. You should leave today and tell me everything that needs to be handed over. You can also tell me everything else."

"But..." Contrary to Charles's expectation, after he gave this suggestion, the other party's expression was obviously a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked coldly.

"Is there no other way?" Pardon asked in a low voice.

He knew in his heart that because of the mistakes he made, if he escaped from Paris at this time, he would never be reused by the higher-ups in the future unless there was some remedy.

There must be some remedy.

"Do you have any other way?" Charles asked back.

"I have, I have a way, I don't have to leave Paris." Pardon suddenly spoke with an extremely firm tone.

After hearing this answer, Charles stared at the other party closely, "Then what do you want?"

However, his eyes did not scare the gentleman.

"I still have a way," Pardon looked at Charles with a little excitement, "This matter involves the army. If I handle it carefully, I can recover the losses!"

"Just you?" Charles' eyes were full of doubt.

"I can find those officers and ask them to put pressure on them! They have all received a large sum of money from us, so I can still help them with this little bit!"

"Ridiculous," Charles immediately refuted him, "Since those people are willing to do such a thing, they are definitely not people who stick to principles and morality. How can you pin your hopes on them? Who of them will speak for you? They can't even hide from you! If the police find you, it will be troublesome!"

"No... No, I have a good relationship with them, and I just gave them a large sum of money this time. They will not refuse to help!" Pardon muttered to himself as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "If we all run away, then all these investments will be in vain!"

He looked straight at Charles, his eyes full of determination, almost crazy. He knew that his future only had this one fight, so he never planned to give in.

After staring at each other for a while, Charles finally lowered his head and sighed softly.

"Are you really sure?"

After hearing this, a burst of ecstasy surged into Mr. Pardon's heart, as if he was really saved. However, he also knew in his heart that persuading this young man was just the beginning, and more difficult things were still to come.

"I am very confident. After all, no one knows my true identity. Those officers thought that I was just colluding with them to sell stolen goods for a small profit. No one would think of that! The police would not necessarily dare to provoke the army, right? As long as some officers speak up, these things will definitely be left unresolved, and then I can get all the weapons back, at least to compensate for some losses!" At this point, Pardon suddenly laughed a little strangely, "Besides, the evidence of their taking money is all here. Can't this thing do something like this for me? So, sir, as long as you conceal it for me first, I will finish the matter during this period..."

"Evidence?" Charles heard an interesting word.

"Yes, I left a record when I gave them the money, with the time, place, and items of the transaction. If I expose it, they will definitely suffer a great loss, so they will never dare to disobey me! I just want them to get the goods back for me. Don't they want to help me with this little favor?"

Charles fell into deep thought.

And Pardon quietly waited for his decision.

"Damn it, how can it be so hot!" Charles complained loudly after a moment, and then pulled off his tie.

After hearing this, Pardon couldn't help but frown.

It's almost winter now, how can it be hot?

Although it is indeed a tense moment, Pardon secretly despises the young man in front of him who has obviously lost his composure.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

After all, he is just a little kid, who has never seen the world. He can talk a lot, but he panics when encountering things. If his family is not a high-level organization, how can he be the one to scold himself now?

It's ridiculous.

Restraining his impatience, Pardon smiled and said to Charles, "Sorry, sir, the first consideration in this place is safety, and the second is comfort."

"Really..."

"What do you think now?" Pardon didn't intend to beat around the bush and asked Charles directly.

"It looks quite attractive, if you are really sure." After thinking for a while, Charles whispered.

"It's okay, leave it to me!" Pardon was overjoyed and promised immediately.

He said the same thing last time, and the weapons were detained in the army warehouse, and time was wasted. .

He said the same thing last time, and the weapons were seized.

He said the same thing this time.

There is nothing to hesitate.

Charles looked up at the door.

"Who?!" He asked sternly, and then stood up.

Pardon was led by Charles's action and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door, but he found that there was no one at the door. When he wanted to turn back and ask Charles what happened, he found that he couldn't say anything.

A belt was tied around his neck, so tight that it not only made him unable to speak, but also made him unable to breathe.

Under the huge force, his head couldn't help but tilt back, letting the young man's face reflected in his eyes.

Wearing thick-rimmed glasses, his expression was indifferent, as if he was joking with himself.

However, the suffocation from his neck clearly told this poor man that this was definitely not a joke.

The ribbon kept tightening and sinking down his neck, as if it was about to be flush with the skin next to it.

In a fuzzy state, he felt that a black ghost seemed to be wandering behind the young man, as if waiting to take him back to the terrible underworld. It was grinning at him hideously, and that face was extremely terrifying.

No! No! No!

He desperately grabbed the belt with both hands, and his fingers kept digging, trying to dig out the noose that had been deeply strangled in his neck. His whole body was trembling, and his eyes slowly began to plead.

However, even if he struggled and begged, his hands did not loosen. The young man's eyes were still so indifferent, as if they would never change.

The black ghost floated closer and closer, and the grinning face became more and more terrifying. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't shout anything.

Until the end, everything returned to silence.

………………

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground with its eyes still wide open, Charles felt annoyed for no reason.

"Stupid, you made your own choice."

Not only is he incompetent, but the most hateful thing is that he is still complacent, always thinking about doing things his own way, and has no sense of discipline. If this kind of person doesn't die, who else will die?

After he opposed Charles's final suggestion, Charles, who had already been fed up with him, finally decided to take action. He untied his bow tie and then broke it up. The fine silk ribbon did not disappoint Charles and played its due role.

If it were before, he might have hesitated more or less, but now, after the meeting between the banker and Joseph Bonaparte, the depression in his heart made him act without hesitation.

In addition, Charles found that he did not feel the legendary nausea after killing someone with his own hands.

Is he really a natural killer?

Forget it, I'll think about this kind of thing later. There is still some time now.

This idiot said he kept those bribery records, so he must have carried them with him. We need to look for them carefully. (To be continued.)