Flowers, Swords and France

After someone was killed immediately for resisting, everyone had to kneel on the ground in compliance with the intruder's order. The absurd thing is that until now, no one has understood what happened.

Is this another gang fighting?

If so, how did this group of people come in so arrogantly?

This neighborhood is a residential area for wealthy people. The police have very strict security management and strictly prohibit gangs from fighting privately here. Anyone who violates the rules will be severely punished. Therefore, this gang leader who has a good relationship with the police will Feel free to settle down here privately and convene a meeting with your subordinates.

So why? Why do these people dare to act so wantonly? Aren't they afraid of the police?

"Be honest! Anyone who moves again will be beaten to death!" A young man who looked like a leader said to them.

He stood aside, cheerful and high-spirited. He did not feel uneasy at all because he had just killed someone. On the contrary, he seemed very happy about it.

The smell of blood permeated the entire room, reaching everyone's nose, and mixed with fear, making almost everyone tremble. These gang leaders, who had not fought on the front line for many years, finally experienced the long-lost sense of life hanging by a thread. No one dared to move again. They all knelt obediently on the ground. They could no longer find any of their previous domineering behavior.

Seeing how honest these people were, the young man whistled happily and then made a gesture. Someone immediately stepped forward to search these people one by one. All the weapons they brought were confiscated.

Amid the fear, the gang leader finally regained some composure.

"Friends, which gang are you from?" He forced himself to appear as calm as possible. But the hoarse voice was still very unpleasant, "Don't you guys have something to talk about?"

No one answered his words, but there were no new gunshots, which made him feel a little more confident.

"As long as everyone has a good talk, we can pretend that what happened today didn't happen," he raised his head slightly and looked at the group of men in black. "Otherwise, you would just come here and commit such a big crime. Will the police let you go?"

There was another moment of silence.

Then, the young man suddenly laughed and looked at the person next to him.

"Hahahaha, police! He told us about the police! Something happened to the gang leader. The first thing he thought of was to rely on the police for help! Hahahaha!" He laughed so hard. It was as if he had heard something really funny. Then, he looked at the boss again and pointed at that person.

"You want a policeman? Very good. This man was originally a policeman, and his position is very high. If you have anything, just tell him..."

This mocking tone made the boss's mouth twitch unnaturally.

"No one can save you." At this time, the man next to him who had always had a cold face also spoke. "The police won't come. Just give up."

His tone was terrifyingly calm, with an inexplicable persuasiveness.

Do the police really not care? Everyone felt a chill in their hearts at the same time.

I don't know if what he said is true. But it seems that Pai is indeed not a gang member.

What the hell is going on? Who are these people?

Drops of sweat oozed from the boss's forehead, and he realized that he had no clue about the methods of these vicious gods.

If you don't have a clue, you don't know what they want; if you don't know what they want, you can't satisfy them; if you can't satisfy them, it means... no, no!

Damn it, why do you have to encounter this kind of thing when you are about to retire?

An inexplicable fear enveloped his heart.

He had killed many people, and he had already realized that he might not die well, but such an inexplicable death was definitely not something he expected to accept.

"Who is the boss among you?" the young man suddenly asked again.

No one answered.

"I ask again, who is the boss?" The young man pointed the gun at a man's head.

Under this threat to his life, the man turned his head tremblingly and pointed his gaze at Fogg Tenena.

"Oh, sure enough, I was wondering who was so bold and dared to speak just now." The young man shrugged, then turned and walked in front of the gang boss.

What a disgusting coward!

Fogg Tenena cursed in his heart, suppressed the fear in his heart, then estimated the distance between the two, and planned to rush over and take the other person as a hostage, but the young man suddenly stopped and seemed to be very smart. Just like fighting, he stopped at a safe distance and pointed the gun at him.

"Everyone has something to say!" Seeing that there was no hope of a comeback, Fogg-Tenena decided to go for peace talks. "Yes, I am the leader of the gang. Just say whatever you want. I can satisfy you. Everyone can Talk calmly, there’s no need to touch him.”

Well-equipped and well-trained, even the police don't look down on them...could they be...?

As if blessed to the core, a thought suddenly flashed through Fogg-Tenena's mind.

"Wait? Are you Mr. Bonaparte's people? Don't get me wrong. In fact, I am also a supporter of the president!" As if grasping a life-saving straw, he kept talking, speaking quickly Di even couldn't believe it himself, "Sir, we have always supported the president's cause, but we have been suffering from no way out. Now, sir, as long as you give us a chance, we will definitely serve the president to the death! I can be your subordinate , we will do whatever you ask us to do!”

In the silence of everyone, Fogg Tenena was kneeling on the ground and kept shouting, but the majesty he had just lost was long gone.

He knew that he still had value, so he wouldn't be killed easily. As long as he had one life left, who could he help? Besides, working for the president may not be without benefits...

"Bang!"

A loud bang ended all his consciousness.

Until he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. The gang boss didn't understand why he had to die... He could obviously serve anyone...

In this way, this man has been in the Paris underworld for decades. The big shot who had now become the boss of his party was shot in the head on this inexplicable day, ending his once glorious life.

"He's just a gang leader, but he really thinks of himself as a person, bah!" Albert sneered and spat, "Want to serve the president? I don't even think about whether you are qualified?"

When he was down and out. Many gangsters pursued him for debts they had bought, and the Hammer Gang pursued him the hardest, almost costing him his life several times. Now that he finally found a chance to take revenge, the feeling was of course indescribably happy.

Although it was definitely not the gang leader who was responsible for collecting debts, he didn't care at all.

Then, he looked at the other gang leaders who were still kneeling on the ground. Wherever the eyes go. Everyone was pale-faced and trembling all over.

The boss was directly killed just now, but no one thought about revenge. They were just afraid that the man who suddenly shot and killed without warning would suddenly become a target.

Fortunately, he seemed to have no intention of taking action anymore, but looked at these people calmly.

"You just heard it, right? Many words are correct. We are the president's people and want to find him some people who can do things. I want to know. Are you willing to serve the president? Now your boss is dead. , you no longer have an obligation to anyone, you just need to make decisions on your own behalf!”…

Although it was not stated explicitly, everyone present understood the consequences of not agreeing.

"I'll give you one minute, tell me right away whether you will cooperate or not!" After Albert said this, he stopped talking.

To his relief, after only half a minute, all the people kneeling on the ground rushed to express their willingness to submit. As for the body lying in a pool of blood, no one cared about it.

"Very good, let me just say, there are still a majority of people with brains." Albert nodded seemingly pleased.

"However, I still want to remind you, don't play tricks with us, don't think about going back on your word! I can kill your boss in front of you today, and I can kill you in front of others tomorrow! Just be honest, as long as you obey, we won't do anything to you, do you understand?"

Then, without looking at the gang leaders, he walked up to Kong Ze again.

"Good job, friend." He reached out and patted Kong Ze's shoulder, obviously in a good mood, "Thanks to your information, we were able to catch them all today, which saved us How many things."

"This is what I should do." Kong Ze replied dully, without any emotion or anger on his face.

He saw some strange things in Albert's behavior just now, and it was obvious that there were traces of public and private revenge, but he still remained silent - the task given to him by his boss was to cooperate with this gentleman's work, not to guide him. Of course I understand the difference.

"Then, let's get ready to call it a day," the other party suddenly responded coldly, but Albert was still smiling, obviously very happy that today's operation went so smoothly. "Take these people away first and talk to them about the specific issues. As for the corpses, let them..."

While they were still discussing, there was suddenly the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of soft footsteps.

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The two people met their gazes warily at the same time.

Haven't you already taken care of it with the police, so they won't interfere with this matter? Or is it just a passerby passing by by chance?

They immediately suppressed their doubts in their hearts, and then pointed guns at those kneeling on the ground, preventing them from making any sound. The entire living room fell into an unusual silence.

After a long time, which seemed like only a moment, the door to the living room was opened.

Albert, who had already pointed his gun at the door, subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger, but soon, a new neural reaction blocked his subconscious action and made him yell.

"Don't shoot! It's one of our own!"

Yes, the person who came was indeed one of his own, more precisely, it was his friend's aunt, Miss Agnes de Nordlien.

Although I don’t know why the princess suddenly came to the residence of a gang leader, it is indeed her.

………………

"Miss De-Nordelion. Why are you here suddenly? You surprised us! If I hadn't reacted quickly, you might have gotten into trouble."

Albert sat leisurely on the sofa where the gang leaders had sat just now, looking at Agnes with a smile. Her servant and bodyguard stood beside her, watching vigilantly at the young man who had just killed several gang leaders while talking and laughing.

There were only three of them left in the living room now, and all traces of the past were gone, leaving only a pool of blood on the carpet, telling the story of the tragedy that had just happened suddenly - not long after, there was even such a trace. It will also be wiped away bit by bit.

The gang leaders were escorted by Kongze to dig a hole in the small garden first. Albert ordered them to bury their leader and other dead people hastily - of course. This is just a temporary measure. Before long, the new owner of this house will tear down the entire house and rebuild it, annihilating all traces of the previous one.

"You didn't inform me before you killed me, sir." Agnes replied calmly. He seemed a little unhappy.

Of course, she was unhappy not because she cared about the lives and deaths of these gang leaders. There was only one thing that really bothered her... that was that her original plan had been interrupted, and she could no longer rely on dead people to help her. It’s useless no matter how much money you spend to find someone.

It seems that we can only find other gangs.

"I'm really sorry..." Albert smiled sheepishly, and no longer had the same aura as before, "There is no way. This is also our task. Recently, the president needs some supporters to help him do things. These Although gangsters are dirty, they are still useful, so everyone sent me here to clean up these gangs. By the way, I will also improve the security of Paris citizens. "

In other words, almost all gangs are not immune these days?

Agnes frowned slightly.

However, if all the gangs in Paris are to be integrated recently, wouldn't it be more convenient to find people? Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

Of course, this must be done properly so that no one knows the person's real name.

"Actually, I came here today just to ask this person for a favor." She whispered.

"Help? No problem, we can help too." Albert replied immediately. "What help do you need?"

"Find someone." Agnes replied simply, "Find someone."

"That's really a job that gangsters can do!" Albert shrugged, "Okay, a beautiful lady like you shouldn't bother with trivial matters. Even if he is gone, aren't we still there?".

"If that's the case, that would be the best." Agnes nodded with a smile. This smile can almost make people forget her age. "You and Charles are both busy, and I have no intention of disturbing you. I hope you can find someone useful to help us find it, preferably someone who can command those gangs. "

"Is that so..." Albert fell into deep thought.

To be honest, this request is a bit difficult to handle, but since the person who made the request is Ciel's aunt, there is nothing to say.

After a moment, he made his decision, then walked out of the living room and called Kong Ze over.

"This is Mr. Kong Ze. He is very smart and capable. He is my right-hand man. No one dares not to listen to his words." He introduced Kong Ze to the two people.

Then, he whispered in Kunze's ear and added, "She is Mr. de Treville's aunt, the Princess de Nordlien, you understand."

Kong Ze's eyes widened slightly, and he understood immediately - this person was someone he had to flatter.

"Hello, Mr. Kongze." Agnes nodded towards Kongze, looking gentle but distant.

"Hello." Kong Ze also bowed immediately. "Miss, who do you want me to find?"

Agnes was silent, mentally calculating the pros and cons of doing so.

After a moment, she made her decision.

"The man's name is François de Raghuang. He is about forty years old. He came to Paris a while ago and stayed in a hotel for a few days, but left there quickly and is now missing...Mr. , I hope you can cooperate with me to find it, tell me as soon as you have any news, and I will handle the rest myself."

At least for now, that's his name.

"Okay, miss." Kong Ze bowed deeply.

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