Exxon may be a drug addict, he hit Hache vigorously, leaving saliva at the corner of his mouth, and there is a clear nose in his nose faintly popping out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His mind was no longer clear, all kinds of strange fantasies came out, the souls of the dead in the sky seemed to have appeared, and the battlefield scene like Shura's hell appeared in front of him like lightning.

Wine and wealth plus a poison, this is the most powerful thing to destroy a person's will, let your hero be soaked in these things, immediately become a cartilaginous shrimp, leprosy dog.

Where did Molière have time to deal with this rotten poisonous ghost, but he couldn't care about it when he was in the same boat, so he had to pretend to be calm and said, "Be quiet, haven't you analyzed it with you a long time ago, you and I can't die......"

In the past three days, Molière has lived a few days like paradise, living next to Eckerson, enjoying endless wine and food every day, and two Western European blonde beauties are waiting for him, which is really a bit of a feeling of joy.

Molière didn't know that the CIA had a secret department called Swallow, which was a department dedicated to training female spy members, and Wing Wang and Fang Guan had a group of people in Europe who specialized in buying girls from poor families in the countryside, some of them were trained locally, and some of them were sent back to the Ryukyus for training.

Nineteenth-century Europe was not a paradise, where kings and nobles, together with big capitalists and landlords, monopolized the most land, while workers and peasants were at the bottom of society and lived in extreme poverty.

Needless to say, in poor Eastern Europe, even in Western Europe, there are many female textile workers who work more than 12 hours a day just to make ends meet, and even most women go to work as secret prostitutes.

Many of the girls that could not be supported by poor families were sold, child laborers, prostitutes, and domestic slaves of aristocratic families...... These girls can be digested through various channels, and the more beautiful they are, the easier they sell.

No one knows how many swallows are raised in the swallows, and only a few core executives such as Xiao Letian know the exact number.

Xiao Letian still felt a little guilty at the beginning of doing this kind of thing, because modern people have received an education of respecting women, and he can't look at women like ancient people at all.

But as he learned more and more about this era, he realized that for a girl from a poor family, it was a great luck to be a swallow in the CIA.

Killing more girls and becoming the lowest prostitutes, for two bread money and those workers, ruffians and other people at the bottom of society, the final end is a flower willow disease and died on the side of the road.

Even if one or two lucky ones find a good man and start a family, they will be poor for the rest of their lives, because no good family would want such a woman.

And the swallows who became the CIA, although they also sold their bodies, but at least one institution is protecting them, there is medical care, there is a pension, and after retirement, they can create a new identity for you, and more importantly, they can receive education.

Therefore, a scene that surprised Xiao Letian appeared, the swallows in the CIA were actually happier than one another, which was the happiness of jumping out of the fire pit in his heart.

Maybe for these girls, the life of the past is a fire pit, and the life of a swallow is already above heaven.

Accompanying Exxon and Molière was a flock of swallows, and the CIA's order to the swallows accompanying Exxon was to let the man continue to take a lot of drugs, alcohol, **...... Completely destroy his will.

The swallow who accompanied Molière mainly paralyzed him, made him let his guard down, and made him still feel very safe.

These beautiful swallows successfully completed the task, and even dug out some intelligence clues from the dream in the process of sleeping together, and later several secret lines of Tsarist Russian spies were dug up by these clues, which swallows contributed a lot.

Maybe it was the comfortable life that made Molière relax his vigilance, and maybe it was Xiao Letian's temporary concession that paralyzed the enemy, Molière and Exxon had only one analysis in these three days, that is, they couldn't die.

The mournful music outside the window rang out, but the two captives in the room became ants on a hot pot, Molière grabbed Exxon's collar and shook it desperately: "Idiot, you are sober! Have you forgotten my previous analysis with you? We are safe, absolutely safe!"

"Xiao Letian doesn't dare to kill us, you are a relative of His Majesty the Tsar, the younger brother of the future Empress, Xiao Lotian already knows your identity...... He's got everything he wants on the battlefield now, and this is when he wants a truce!"

"This man knows when to stop digesting everything he has devoured, and he needs time, because the Chinese need time to develop their internal affairs......"

"How could he kill you to provoke the Tsar? He would only use you to threaten the Tsar...... Remember my words, you have to hold on, stand up to all the pressure, you can't back down in front of any terrible thing that happens to you, and you must not admit defeat!"

Exxon nodded numbly, "Yes, I listen to you...... Is it that if you die in front of me, I can't even be afraid to retreat?"

Molière almost turned his back on his breath, and said in his heart that I am here to cheer you up, but you curse me?

But you really can't care about a drug addict, let alone being in the same boat, Molière could only hold back his anger and say, "Yes, yes, even if I die, you have to hold on...... Bah, I can't die at all!"

"How many times have I said it, if he wants to provoke the Emperor and the nobles of the whole of Paris to anger, then kill me!

"Since he didn't choose to hack me to death on the battlefield, then don't think about killing me in the prisoner of war camp!"

The roaring Molière shook Exon, and the room was silent for a while, while the sun was already high outside the window, and the public memorial meeting, which had begun at six o'clock in the morning, had come to an end.

"Be quiet, disturb the assembly, be careful with your guns!" said the soldier outside the window.

As soon as Exxon saw that someone was paying attention to him, he quickly pounced like a pug, "Give me a little smoke, please give me a little morphine, okay......?"

The soldier didn't even look at him, and let the poor creature wail in the house.

At this time, the public memorial meeting had come to an end, and a group of soldiers suddenly came from outside the cell, and went straight to the iron gate, "Pass the Prime Minister's order, Timori out of the cell!"

With a click, a flash of lightning exploded in Molière's heart, what did Xiao Lotian want to do? Why did the public memorial conference take me out? What kind of conspiracy did he have!

"What are you doing, what are you trying to do?" a terrified Molière struggled to escape, but he was able to hold the strong arms of four CIA agents, and escorted him out with a pair of backcut hands.

"On the wire, brown rope, tie your legs and feet! Dog mongrel, today is your public trial, your life is over!"

Before Molière could scream, Exxon fell to the ground in fright, and the whole person desperately retreated to the corner, for fear that these people would come back and arrest him.