Make France Great Again

Just as the National Intelligence Service was adjusting its position, Ambassador Coates, the British ambassador to the UK, was staring at the telegram with wide-eyed disbelief.

When the military attache standing beside Ambassador Coats saw this, he could not help but whispered twice, "Your Excellency Ambassador! Your Excellency Ambassador!"

Ambassador Coats, who had reacted, retracted his shocked expression, turned to a helpless smile, shook his head and complained to the military attache: "What do you think the London side thinks, to let one of my ambassadors spy on the enemy's situation!

I really don't know what the dark lines we deployed in Paris are doing!

How can you not do this little thing well! "

The words of Ambassador Coats made the military attaché's face change drastically. How could the deployment of the dark line in Paris be discussed in the embassy.

If the intelligence personnel are caught, there will be a diplomatic crisis!

The military attache hurriedly reminded Ambassador Coats: "Your Excellency Ambassador, be careful!"

Ambassador Coats also realized that what he said just now was a bit arrogant. He hurriedly changed the subject and asked the military attache: "By the way, is there any other instructions from the British side! For example, let us find out how to find out this matter..."

The military attache shook his head and replied to Ambassador Coats, "London only sent this telegram, and the rest didn't say anything!"

"So, they want us to decide how to figure out the movements of the French fleet!" Ambassador Coats touched his chin and put on a contemplative expression.

"Probably!" The military attache was also a little uncertain. He tentatively asked Ambassador Coats: "How about we send a telegram to London and ask them?"

"Forget it!" Ambassador Coats shook his head and replied to the military attache, "According to what I know about them, they will only let us do things cheaply!"

"Then... Your Excellency Ambassador, what should we do now?" the military attache asked Ambassador Coats again.

"This kind of thing, it's best not to put it on the bright side!" Ambassador Coats frowned slightly and said in a sullen tone, "After all, openly testing the military deployment of other countries can easily lead to conflicts!"

After the military attache heard Ambassador Coats' reply, he immediately understood what Ambassador Coats meant.

Ambassador Coats is ready to use the dark lines buried in Paris to investigate.

However, the military attache said worriedly to Ambassador Coats: "Your Excellency Ambassador, shouldn't we discuss this with the Ministry of War? Those people are affiliated with the Ministry of War!"

"What's there to say!" Ambassador Coats responded to the military attache with a strong attitude, "Don't forget! These people are also under my direct control!"

In the 19th century, Europe was still an era when the "chivalry" had not yet dissipated, so they did not pay much attention to intelligence work. (To put it bluntly, it is a lazy subdivision)

This has led to the fact that many national intelligence organizations other than France are still mixed with the police system, resulting in the phenomenon of indistinguishable internal and external and information confusion.

This makes it impossible for the controller of the entire system to obtain truly useful information.

The Kingdom of Britain is one of the best among them. As a maritime overlord, Britain believes that no one can defeat the British navy, so the perfunctory level of intelligence work can be described as a European one.

The intelligence organization originally affiliated with the Ministry of War must not only accept the leadership of the Ministry of War, but also be controlled by the embassies and consulates of various countries.

Although it is said that the ambassador does not want to care about the life and death of those dark lines at all, but in such a situation, the ambassador can force the dark line to connect with him.

This greatly increases the risk of exposure.

It will take decades for this situation to improve.

It was only after the Boer War that Britain took the role of intelligence seriously.

Later generations of famous organizations were born after the Boer War.

"Yes, sir!"

"You immediately contact those people and let them find out where the fleets of the French Empire are going!

' Ambassador Coats gave the order to the attaché.

"Understood!" The military attache nodded and said to Ambassador Coats.

At this time, the military attache and Ambassador Coats did not know that all their conversations in the corridor were monitored by a servant in the corridor room.

At this moment, the servants were sticking to the door, trying to listen to the military attaché and Ambassador Coats conspiracy.

After the military attache and Ambassador Coats left, the servants whispered: "Dark Line? French Fleet?"

After repeating it several times, a trace of greed flashed in the servant's eyes, and he knew that his chance to make a fortune had come.

If he sells this news to those people, he can get a lot of money.

So the servant started to act. He first quietly opened the door, then quickly ran out of the room and closed the door.

Immediately afterwards, the servant came to the back kitchen of the embassy and pretended to ask about the back kitchen's lunch today. The back kitchen's head chef suddenly became annoyed when he saw his idle appearance, and he immediately handed the servant a list. Let him buy the ingredients he needs.

The servant who got the opportunity to go out still pretended to ask Gao Ming, but the chef decided that he must be the only one.

The servant had to buy the menu alone. The servant who left the embassy was walking on the way to the department store, looking around from time to time.

Soon, he saw Felix Soto in civilian clothes.

At this time, Felix Soto was immersed in the joy of being promoted, and he didn't realize that another promotion opportunity for him was beckoning to him.

Upon seeing this, the servant deliberately walked in front of Felix Soto, and then deliberately slapped his foot on Felix Soto's body.

"Riding on a horse, you don't have eyes!" Felix Soto, who was disturbed, couldn't help cursing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The servant bowed his head and apologized to Felix Soto.

Only then did Felix Soto realize that this was not the servant he "placed" in the British embassy!

While apologizing to Felix Soto, the servant hinted at him with his eyes.

Felix Soto immediately understood, he pretended to be fierce and took the servant's hand and said, "Let's go, let's find a place to chat!"

Seeing this, the surrounding gentlemen couldn't help feeling ashamed of Felix Soto's behavior, but no one was willing to help the poor servant.

Just like that, Felix Soto pulled the servant to a hidden place and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you?"

The servant said calmly, "I need some money!"

"I'm asking you what's the matter!" Felix Soto threatened with clenched fists.

"I need some money!" The servant said with a sullen expression, still unmoved.

Felix Soto immediately changed his attitude and said to the servant, "How much do you need?"

"£600!" the servant said to Felix Soto.

£600 is equivalent to nearly ten years' salary of a bricklayer in the 1850s, the annual income of a middle-class (closer to the upper class, which starts at £1,000 a year), or almost 19,200 francs in francs.

This kind of information is really expensive!

"How do I know if your intelligence is worth 600 pounds? What if you lie to me?" Felix Soto asked back.

"I think it should be easy to kill someone in your business! If it's not worth it, you can kill me!" The servant replied to Felix Soto.

Felix Soto pondered for a moment, then nodded to the servant and replied, "Okay! I promise you!"

"Give it to me!" The servant extended his hand to Felix Soto.

"I don't have so much money now!" Felix Soto said dryly, and then assured the servant, "Don't worry, as long as your information is accurate! I will apply for funding from our opinion!"

"How much money do you have now!" The servant also knew that Felix Soto definitely didn't have much money on him.

Felix Soto flipped through his pockets and found that he only had a 3,000-franc note and a few bits and pieces of gold coins.

"These are all my property!" Felix Soto responded to the servant.

The servant took the 3,000-franc bill and said to Felix Soto, "You still owe me 16,000 francs!"

"I see! Hurry up and say it!" Felix Soto urged the servant to speak out as soon as possible.

The servant explained the information he overheard to Felix Soto in intermittent language. Felix Soto's eyes lit up, it was indeed a piece of news worth 600 pounds.

"I will give you the rest of the money after approval from above!" Felix Soto reassured the servant.

"Well! As soon as possible!" The servant nodded and said to Felix Soto, "We still have many opportunities to cooperate in the future!"

Felix Soto understood that the servant was warning him, and he quickly replied to the servant, "Don't worry! I will do it as soon as possible!"

Felix Soto separated from the servant, and then hurriedly came to Marcel Yarug's office.

"What's wrong!" Marcel Yeruger looked at the section chief who hadn't been out for a long time in surprise. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Dean, I have a piece of information here!" Felix Soto reported the information to Marcel Yarug.

"Deceiving Kangxi"

Marcel Yarug's expression became even more surprised, and he hurriedly asked Felix Soto where he got the information.

Felix Soto told him exactly what happened when he met the servant, and after hearing it, Marcel Yarug felt a little incredible.

He looked up and down at Felix Soto in front of him, and then said to him: "I will send someone to check this matter! However, your luck is really good!

Hope you can continue to have this luck! "

"Dean, that funding..." Felix Soto whispered.

"Go to the financial room to declare by yourself!"

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