The French are destined to have a day without wine, and the romantic French do not like whiskey with a high alcohol content, and they also hate beer full of foam that is easy to make people fat, in their eyes, grape wine is like a romantic French lover, fruity but not spicy, and full of stamina can also make people feel fluttering.

Wine and beauty are the favorites of the French, but everything has a degree, if you like it too much, of course, you will make a mistake, which is shown at a glance in the French detective Pierre.

In the narrow, dimly lit alleys of Paris, there are countless taverns, and many drunkards often soak in them as soon as they open in the morning. The smoky bars are filled with poets, musicians, painters, down-and-out businessmen, wounded veterans and, of course, tender strippers.

Pierre was a regular customer here, his arm resting on the bar, his head resting on it with a glass of red wine in front of him, and he was watching the strippers dance through the clear liquor.

This is a method of appreciating beauty invented by Pierre himself, and when the dancer's figure comes into view through the red liquor, the distorted image has a unique flavor like wine.

"It's so beautiful, it's a pity that I'm shy, if there is a glass of top Bordeaux wine here, the reflection of the beauty image will definitely be more perfect......"

Before Pierre could finish talking to himself, a large hand flashed out of the shaking liquor, and a gold franc was slapped on the table.

"Give this Mr. Detective a bottle of Bordeaux wine......"

Pierre looked up in surprise, only to find an officer in a lieutenant colonel's uniform standing in front of him.

"Oh, it's you, Sharif... Didn't you serve in North Africa?Are the desert natives now able to understand the greatness of French civilization?Don't they make trouble anymore?Oh don't look at me, I see the shadow of conspiracy in your eyes......"

Lieutenant Colonel Sharif looked at Pierre with pity and whispered, "My friend, in fact, with your strength, you should have been promoted to colonel a long time ago, but you have been in the position of major for seven years, how many more seven years can you have in your life?"

"I really don't understand what you have in your head, the daughter of the major general is already engaged, why do you want to seduce?"

"No, no, no......" Pierre didn't blush at all, "my friend, you can't look at the problem like this, what I am looking for is pure love, eternal love......"

"Shut up..."Lieutenant Colonel Sharif's nose was about to go crazy, "Love, how many girls have you pursued from the college campus to the present? a hundred or two hundred? You're a madman......

"Take your wine and follow me, there is a new mission for you, this time it is a great credit, if you can complete it successfully, maybe you can rise to the same rank as me, hurry up and ......"

Pierre scratched his hat and muttered, "Oh, can't you wait for me a little longer......?"

"Shut up, don't mention your disgusting perverted habit in front of me, the motherland needs you......" Pierre was dragged out by Sharif as he spoke.

It was late at night outside the bar, and the cool wind sobered Pierre a little, and he realized that a carriage had been parked in the alley, and there were even ten cavalry guards in front of and behind it.

"Is it the Gendarmerie Guard? The Gendarmerie Guard in charge of intelligence? Oh my God, what's going on?" Before Pierre could finish asking, Sherif had already pushed him into the carriage, and a group of men began to run out of the city.

"Pierre, you also came out of the Gendarmerie Intelligence Headquarters, I won't repeat the secrecy discipline with you, I want to tell you a top-secret information, just three days ago, the Navy found a large wreck of a ship near Sicily, and it was confirmed that it should be the missing frigate Seahorse......"

"Not only that, but our intelligence officers in the port of Cydice have also discovered a team of very mysterious Chinese, and these people are also protected by Prussian intelligence officers, and it seems that they are very high-level......"

Sherif gave Pierre a bulging leather bag, opened it full of top-secret information, Pierre listened to Sharif's introduction while reading, and gradually his eyes lit up.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting, it's the weirdest I've ever encountered in my intelligence career...... Chinese, Prussians, from the Sinai Peninsula into the Mediterranean, our frigate sank inexplicably, is there a more bizarre event in the world?"

Pierre was a former gold medal analyst for the French military's intelligence agencies, and he was best at finding points of interconnection and hidden clues in the intricate sea of intelligence. If it weren't for the fact that the daughter of the major general's family was caught in bed seven years ago, his official fortune might not have been a colonel.

A large map of Europe unfolded on Pierre's lap, and the exact place and time of each piece of information was marked on it, and soon a grid appeared that only he could understand, and the intelligence officer fell into deep thought.

By this time, Pierre had lost the cynicism of the moment before, and his face had not lost the slightest drunkenness, and he had reverted to the way he had been as a strict intelligence officer, and it seemed that seven years of silence had not depleted much of his talent.

"Wrong, you are all wrong, the method of trying to block these Chinese in the same way as a blockade of Gibraltar is absolutely wrong, our opponents are cunning, they cannot go there, fools know that we and the British will block the straits ......"

"Oh, Pierre... You're right, from the moment the wreckage was discovered, we started to focus on Italy, and now Prussia and Italy are quasi-allies, and the Italians will definitely provide cover...... Guess what we found in a seaside fishing village south of Rome?"

"We found dozens of surviving sailors of the Seahorse frigate, and from their mouths we reconstructed the whole process of the incident, and we believe that this group of Chinese is heading north under the cover of the Prussians and Italians......"

"No, certainly not......," Pierre suddenly called out, "you have all been deceived, this group of cunning enemies will certainly not go to Italy, Chinese think differently than we do, they have accumulated more intrigues and tricks over thousands of years than can imagine......"

"Put to death and then live, and then live...... I guessed that this group of Chinese is now in France, and the place where they landed is most likely in Marseille......"

Sharif was stunned: "What are you talking about? How is this possible, and a madman would not choose to transit through France? Why do you have such a judgment......

Pierre smiled bitterly, "I said I was intuitive, you must not believe it, but all the hidden intelligence points in one direction, that is, the tense situation between Austria and Prussia, if my analysis is correct, Prussia is ready to fight with Austria at home......"

"Now this matter is the focus of the whole European diplomacy, these Chinese secretly contact the Prussians, they can only have one purpose, and that is the coming great war, which shows that Chinese have begun to try to intervene in the affairs of Europe......"

"The most important thing now is time, they have to get to Prussia before the war, and where is the weakest point of defense now? not Gibraltar, not Italy, or our French mainland......"

Sharif was dumbfounded: "How did you know that Prussia was going to war with Austria? Aren't you already excluded from the intelligence system? How do you know the top-secret information at the top?"

Pierre raised his purse, "Isn't it clearly written here, and if I can't analyze the current situation in Europe from here, I don't think you will think of using me." ”

Pierre can become a gold medal intelligence analyst, naturally he has his own unique skills, in his heart the intricate intelligence woven into a three-dimensional grid, each touch of a node can drive all the grid changes. It was inferred with all kinds of erections, and the secrets hidden behind the intelligence network began to emerge little by little.

"If I were to arrange their smuggling routes, I would choose this way. If I hadn't sunk the frigate, I would have chosen to let them go to Italy or Gibraltar, but when they blew up the frigate, I would have to keep my conviction on France......"

"Smuggled ashore from Marseille, sailed north along the Rhône and Saône, crossed Lyon and went straight to Dijon, disembarked in Dijon and changed to a horse-drawn carriage, a few hundred kilometers away was the land of the German Confederation...... The road may seem dangerous, but in practice it is safer......"

Pierre's analysis convinced Sharif, and just as the carriage was heading west to intercept the stowaways, orders began to fly in all directions with the fast horses of the heralds, almost all telegraph lines in eastern France began to be busy, countless temporary checkpoints were set up, and even armed boats began to cruise on the Saône to check on passing ships.

This is a secret war between France and Prussia, countless intelligence officers are secretly fighting a war, along the Rhône and the Saône, countless Prussian spy dens are surrounded by the French army, dozens of high-ranking spies have been exposed, some have died at the scene of the conflict, and some have been imprisoned in secret dungeons.

The Prussians retaliated even more violently, even organizing armed attacks on barracks, powder magazines, and police offices by spies in an attempt to divert the attention of the French.

In just three days, four French barracks were attacked by incendiary bombs, two ammunition depots were destroyed, six police stations were stormed by unknown militants, and the French suffered heavy losses.

The two sides had already killed each other, and the arrogant French had lost their minds, and they began to scrutinize all dangerous and suspicious people, preferring to catch a thousand wrong ones rather than let go of ten thousand, and their vision was really disturbed by the Prussians.

Thanks to Pierre's calmness, he could see at a glance the Prussian plan, and he knew that it was just a smoke bomb. Pierre has been holding on to his own judgment, as his finger continues to move north on the map, one level after another begins to stretch rapidly northward, and the net to round up Xiao Lotian is about to catch the key person.

"Sharif, my old friend, I wonder if you have heard a piece of information from Hamburg? Now there is a very strange news circulating in Hamburg, that Bismarck has actually selected a group of mercenaries from the East, I don't know what you think, but I firmly believe that this rumor is true 90% of the time......"

"I am more convinced that this group of mysterious stowaways has a direct connection with these mercenaries from the East...... By the way, this is here, twenty kilometers north of Dijon, add three temporary checkpoints to me, and check a qiē pedestrian ......"

"I have a hunch that the big fish is about to be caught..."After speaking, he looked up and took another big sip of wine, but this time he drank more and more calmly.

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