Flowers, Swords and France

Chapter 41 Pool of Blood

It was already evening, the streets were full of pedestrians, and the roads were full of carriages, so that they could only move forward slowly. !..

On both sides of the carriage, there were rows of shops along the streets, and there were bustling crowds everywhere. This city, which residents called the capital of the world, was as prosperous as in the past.

"Ah, what a beautiful city!"

In an ordinary carriage, Miss Agnes de Norderien sighed leisurely. "It's really hard to imagine that I can leave it for ten years!"

The servant sitting next to her did not answer, but just bowed slightly.

Agnes did not expect the other party to give any answer. While sighing, she looked at the city she had not seen for a long time seriously.

After only ten years away, in this rapidly developing city, it was as if she had been away for a lifetime, and she could hardly find many traces of the original.

However, it was still as prosperous, beautiful and intoxicating as in the past.

Soon, when everything is over, they can stay here, forever... Such a sentence rang silently in her heart.

"Will we be late? The speed is so slow." After enjoying the street scene with interest for a while, Agnes asked in a low voice.

"No, Miss." The person next to her answered respectfully, "We have plenty of time and can arrive in time."

"Oh, that's good."

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage carrying them stopped in a rather lavish neighborhood.

This neighborhood is where some wealthy businessmen with some achievements live, so the streets are relatively wide. The houses are also relatively large, but there are not many pedestrians on the street.

It is already the last moment of dusk, and everything is floating in the dim light. It seems to be swallowed by darkness.

Agnes and the person next to her got off the carriage. As usual, she was wearing a very delicate black skirt with lace and a black round top hat, which made her look whiter and calmer. As if to shield the remaining golden sunset, she walked slowly on the street with a small parasol.

"I've been to this place before."

I don't know if it was a memory or a sigh. Agnes glanced around and suddenly spoke. "But everything seems to have been turned upside down."

"Yes, miss. There were some mansions here, but later they were bought and split up by a group of businessmen, so it became like this now."

[At that time, Paris had a large influx of foreign population, and many nobles went bankrupt. Therefore, some real estate developers bought the original noble mansions at a low price. Then they demolished them, sold the high-end building materials inside, and then built small apartments with cheap building materials on the original site. ]

"What a tasteless people." Agnes raised her eyebrows and sighed helplessly.

After a moment, she asked again, "Are you sure you are not mistaken? He lives here?"

"Definitely not. The middleman has already discussed with them and decided to live here."

"So, are they really useful?" Agnes' tone was a little hesitant. "Just some rats."

"Even if they are rats, as long as they are useful, they are good." The servant replied respectfully. "Besides, Miss, aren't rats the most capable of searching around in dark corners?"

To find someone in this big city with a population of nearly one million, it is natural to ask those gang members who are local snakes for help. The most convenient way is to ask for help from the gang members who are local snakes. Of course, the Duke's daughter, who has been living a life of luxury since childhood, will definitely not have a very intuitive understanding of this.

"That makes sense." Agnes nodded lightly, then held the umbrella handle tightly and continued to walk with the other party.

Soon, after walking through the alley, they stopped in front of the gate of a single-family house.

"It's just the right time, young lady." After looking at the pocket watch, the servant whispered. "It's here."

"Then why is no one coming out to greet us now?" Agnes asked in a low voice.

"...Maybe they don't trust us very much?" The servant's words also carried a hint of hesitation.

Although there were still some doubts in their hearts, the two decided to continue to act according to the plan.

The servant stretched out his hand and tried to knock on the door, but when he just put his hand on the door, he found that the door was not closed at all, and it opened with a slight push.

Both of them felt a little strange, but they still walked in.

It was very different from what they expected. Even after they walked in, no one came to greet them, and they couldn't even see each other. They walked slowly along the vestibule, and the surroundings were terribly quiet.

Did something big happen? Or is there some conspiracy here?

They looked at each other and saw the deep uneasiness in each other's eyes.

In this silence, Agnes felt an indescribable sense of uneasiness in her heart. In a trance, she even felt that a trace of gunpowder seemed to float across her nose - was it an illusion?

After hesitating for a moment, hope still defeated hesitation, and Agnes nodded again.

The servant who received the order moved forward again, but he deliberately walked in front of Agnes.

After passing through a short corridor, they came to the front door of the house. The door handle was right in front of them, within reach.

If nothing unexpected happens, the gang leader is waiting for them inside... If nothing unexpected happens.

The servant calmly reached out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Come in! The door is not closed!" A response suddenly came from inside.

Was it just a false alarm? The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With a sense of relief, the servant reached out his hand again and held the door handle.

Suddenly, Agnes had a very bad feeling in her heart. No, something is wrong!

She seemed to have heard this voice somewhere!

However, when she just opened her mouth to stop it. The door had been opened, and then...

The two found that there was a large group of people inside. And there were several guns pointing at them at the same time.

Almost subconsciously, Agnes and the servant suddenly jumped to the side and avoided the direction of the gun. Then, she held her hand on the handle of her umbrella and drew out the sword, and the servant took out the pistol in his arms.

At the moment of jumping away, Agnes caught a glimpse of the scene inside the house-

In addition to those who pointed guns at them. There were some people kneeling on the carpet with their heads in their hands, and the furnishings in the room were very messy, obviously as if they had been invaded.

And in the mess. There were several bodies lying on their backs on the ground, dyeing the red carpet even more red, and their heads were all pierced. They greeted death in a miserable but funny manner.

"Don't shoot! It's one of us!"

At this time. A young man standing in the middle of the group of gunmen suddenly shouted.

No wonder it sounded familiar, it turned out to be Charles' friend.

Agnes, who almost thought she was facing a life-and-death crisis, finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

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Time went back a few hours ago.

At the request of the leader, some senior cadres of the Hammer Gang gathered together at the residence of the gang leader Fogg-Tennena today to prepare for a gang meeting.

Although the name of the Hammer Gang sounds very vulgar, they are already a well-known gang in Paris. This gang owns many brothels and underground casinos as their territory. It also has many subordinate gangs of small gangsters, and it is already a high-level criminal gang.

Moreover. Although the reason is unknown, the gang leader has a very good relationship with the police, so he has also received special care from the police. In recent years, he has taken great advantage of the police in the fight with rival gangs, and his power has become increasingly stronger.

As the gang's business flourished, the gang leader Mr. Fogg-Tennena became more and more famous, and naturally no one dared to disobey his invitation.

With a nervous or excited mood, these gang leaders rushed to the boss's residence one by one, and then came to the living room together at the boss's invitation.

The boss of the Hammer Gang has a very strong figure and a square face, revealing a sense of toughness. His skin was also the bronze color of hard work, but because he was over fifty years old, there were some gray spots on his temples, which reduced the pressure a little.

Although he wore a well-cut tuxedo, trying to look more gentle, his demeanor was not as natural as those gentlemen, so he tried his best to redeem this with a serious expression and stern eyes.

The cadres who were swept by such a gaze certainly did not dare to have too many abnormal actions. After sitting for a long time, a cadre with a slightly higher status finally plucked up the courage to ask.

"Boss, why did you call us here today?"

"Nothing, just want to ask about your recent harvest." Because of a street fight, his throat was slightly injured, so his voice sounded particularly hoarse and difficult to hear. But since he reached his current position, no one dared to laugh at him for this.

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

Then, he turned his head and looked at a subordinate.

"Karl, you go first."

"Okay, boss." The subordinate nodded, and then continued a little nervously, "Recently, because the world is not too peaceful, the casinos on my territory are still relatively depressed, but we have recently destroyed several casinos of other gangs, so we have also attracted a lot of customers, and the recent performance has improved..."

Then, he reported the recent harvest of the territory he was responsible for one by one.

The boss has been listening quietly without speaking.

After he finished speaking, the boss made a gesture, and then the others also made reports.

After listening to everyone's reports, the boss kept his eyes closed and did not speak. The tense atmosphere filled the living room, almost suppressing people to speak.

"It seems that everyone's harvest has been very good recently, very good." After a long time, the boss nodded gently, letting the atmosphere relax a little.

After everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they also looked at each other puzzledly, not understanding what the boss had in mind when he suddenly called them over in an uncharacteristic way.

However, the boss remained silent, so no one dared to say anything more.

"Recently, have you felt that something is not right?" After a while, the boss asked another question.

"What aspect?" The others looked at each other.

"Didn't you hear it? Maybe I'm too suspicious..." The boss suddenly frowned, "I always feel that the recent situation is a little unnatural?"

"Nothing?" a gang leader asked in confusion. "Nothing happened?"

"It's scary when nothing happened. It's too quiet." The boss asserted.

He also knew that this feeling was actually unfounded, but the experience accumulated in blood and fire over the years and the sense of smell trained by several near-death escapes still made him instinctively feel a sense of danger.

However, from the expressions of others looking at each other, he found that his views were not recognized by them.

It doesn't matter, let them do whatever they want. Because...

"Seeing that everyone can still develop in this world recently, everyone has made a contribution. I can see it." With an inexplicable thought, the boss suddenly sighed softly, "I hope. When I am not around, you can continue to unite and work hard for the growth of the gang."

"Huh?" His words caused a burst of surprise among the others.

"Boss, what do you mean? Are you going to..."

"Yes. I plan to stop after a while." The boss nodded again. "I've lived this way for long enough these years, and I want to take a break. I plan to go back to my hometown to buy some land, and then live a rural life. Next... it's up to you."

When he said he was going to quit, his expression was a little bleak, but deep inside he seemed to be full of relief and luck.

In so many years of underground life, he has seen too much killing and death. Now that he can leave this kind of life, how can he not feel relieved and lucky?

This news given by the boss. Everyone was surprised, and even a little shocked.

Then they hurriedly began to retain - of course, how much of this retention was sincere, it was difficult to estimate.

Old thing, are you finally going to get out? Great!

Even if no one said it explicitly, the boss could feel such a sentence from the sudden excitement in the room.

Humph, after I leave, let's see how long you can be glorious, a group of brainless idiots. He sneered in his heart.

"Okay, no need to keep me here. I have made up my mind to leave next month. I will leave all the gang affairs to you. I hope you can unite and not let outsiders take away our benefits." After letting everyone keep him for a while, the boss finally said that he had made up his mind.

Under normal circumstances, before a gang leader intends to leave, he should train and appoint a second-in-command to take over, but this boss decided to leave in a hurry, so he couldn't care so much.

However, after all, he created and nurtured the gang himself, so he certainly didn't want to leave without taking care of anything. So next, he planned to use the remaining prestige to allocate the territory within the gang first.

The other leaders had recovered from the shock just now, so they immediately invested in the distribution of gang interests. Although they didn't dare to make it tense because of the boss, the atmosphere became solemn again.

After arguing for a while, the boss couldn't stand it anymore, so he slapped the table in anger.

"Okay, you guys are arguing like this before I leave. What will you do after I leave? Do you still want a gang?"

This stopped everyone's quarrel.

Everyone remembered that even if they were going to leave, the boss was still the boss and could decide everyone's life - this was the boss who had killed so many people with them.

"Since you can't handle it by yourself, then listen to me, I'll make the arrangements, and no one is allowed to complain!" The boss's voice was hoarser than before, obviously a sign of anger, "Karl, I plan to..."

"Bang!" At this moment, a heavy sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who?" They looked outside at the same time.

A heavy sound of footsteps came in, followed by two dull gunshots.

Then, before they could react, the door of the living room was heavily knocked open.

Then, a large group of people in black coats appeared at the door, all holding guns in their hands.

"Don't move! Kneel on the ground!" A loud shout reached their ears.

One person subconsciously reached into his pocket and tried to take out a weapon.

"Bang!"

He was shot in the head and fell backward with his eyes wide open.

Blood splattered on the terrified people. (To be continued...)

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