The three of them discussed it in detail, and everyone felt that assassination was indeed a very interesting and prognostic method. Of course, the other two goals proposed by Minister Lucien felt that the first goal should be easy to achieve. The espionage and counter-espionage reports of the United States in this era are almost completely blank.

U.S. counterespionage efforts, if any, are all under the control of local police. How can the police manage counter-espionage? (Foucher: What do you say?) However, the police in the United States, as long as they can quickly draw their guns, have brains smaller than walnuts. Even, as long as there is a cerebellum, it is enough. Local police in the U.S. simply don't have that capability.

On the other hand, the Ministry of Truth can completely incite some real Southern stupid hats to do this kind of thing without a trace, and it is not difficult to put the hat on the heads of those Southern stupid hats. But the second goal, to put the hat on the head of the Ministry of Public Security from Napoleon, is very difficult, but it is worth studying.

"Otherwise, we will take all the files of the Ministry of Public Security over the years to carry out similar operations and study them, see what characteristics their execution methods have, and then we will imitate their skills." Victor said.

"It's not necessary." Villefort shook his head and replied, "We have been studying and learning from the characteristics of their actions, and we have been digesting and absorbing their successful experiences. Of course, they've been learning from us, so after all these years, there's no difference between our style and theirs when it comes to this kind of action. So, Victor, in terms of the style of the crime, we can't throw dirty water on their heads. ”

"How about using a new technique that no one has used before?" Victor asked again.

"Ah, if there is any difference between our style of action and theirs, it is not entirely without difference. The main and most obvious difference is that if there is any new technical means in this kind of thing, it is eighty percent of it. Because we have a much closer relationship with the Academy of Sciences than they do. Villefort replied.

"That means that if the guys from the Ministry of Public Security want to frame us, it's easier than if we give them a frame?" Lucien asked.

"Theoretically, yes." Villefort replied, "But there are few places where they can surpass us in terms of technology." ”

"And once he had such a place, Fouché preferred to show off to Napoleon, so that he could see that although his Ministry of Public Security research received limited funds, it was quite efficient." Villefort replied, "At least he had been like that before." Because the problem between us and them, in the final analysis, is also a budget issue. Besides, there can be no real conclusive evidence for such a thing anyway, so in such a situation, it is not a wise choice to go to an older brother and frame his younger brother in this way. ”

Lucien was silent, Villefort certainly had a point, Fouché would not do such a thing, but this fact made him more and more depressed. He had far more resources in his hands than Fouché, and Napoleon was his brother, but he could not suppress Fouché, and even in many cases, his brother, whether Napoleon or Joseph, believed Fouché's news and judgments more.

But even if you're not sure you'll achieve the second goal, it's always good to work hard. So, the plan was swiftly passed.

By this time the war on the North American continent was over. The soldiers all returned to their hometowns, but some of them found that life seemed to have become wrong. For example, at this time, in the bar, the unlucky guy will drink together and complain at the same time.

"Hahahaha, you were kicked out because of this?" The tall Martin was laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"Laugh, what's so funny? I don't believe it, when you said Zhengxiang, suddenly there was a person, it was a big night, it was dark, and suddenly a pair of hands touched your neck, what do you think would be your reaction? James, who was shorter, replied angrily.

"So you didn't look at it, and just gave your wife a combination punch?"

"Alas!" James sighed, picked up his glass, and took a sip of beer, "What about you?" Don't laugh, what's going on at home? ”

"Ah, me? I didn't have anything to do, but when I was making out with my wife at night, I didn't pay attention, and habitually grabbed her hair, slapped her twice, and then ......"

"And then you're kicked out? Hahaha......"

"No, it's just that my wife is looking at me very wrong now, full of fear. You know, sometimes when I say a word to her, she shuddes like I'm a beast. Not only did she look at me like this, but even when I was with my child, she watched from the side, her eyes full of fear.

Later, I couldn't stand it anymore and asked her what the hell was going on. At first she refused to say it, but later, I must have forced her to say that she told the truth.

You know, those Northerners, in the newspapers, said that we are killing people and raping everywhere like wild beasts in Canada, in short, doing all kinds of evil. They even say that we may have become addicted to crime and will never be normal anymore.

Then that night, I ...... again Damn, I've been through wars, how many times I've survived. I thought that when I came back, I would be regarded as a hero by everyone, but what happened? Accidentally, even my wife looked at me like she was looking at a criminal......"

"It's all those Northerners!" James said, "They dragged us back when they fought. After the battle, he still said such things. Well, I've read the newspapers, and there's a bastard named Fafnier, and there's a bastard named Greid, and he's going to attack us like the British, and we're all good people by nature. ”

To be honest, this is a bit of a wrongful thing for Fafnier and Glade. In fact, neither of them ever said anything about the inherently bad nature of Southerners. They simply said that all human beings were originally from God and had a noble nature, and the Southerners were no exception. But just as Adam and Eve, the ancestors of mankind, were tempted by the devil to be contaminated with sin, Americans, especially some in the American South, have been contaminated with too much British culture and have been influenced too much by the British people. Coupled with the influence of the battlefield environment, the influence of these evil cultures is revealed, so that people who could have been good husbands and fathers have become demons on the battlefield. They are victims on the one hand, and perpetrators on the other. Their mental damage may be incurable for the rest of their lives, and they may no longer be able to live like normal people for the rest of their lives.

Well, to be honest, it's not entirely unreasonable. In fact, in order to be deceitful, you can't be completely unreasonable when you speak. From this point of view, Comrade Chuan Jianguo really single-handedly destroyed the efforts of the lighthouse country in propaganda (deception) for many years, and is worthy of the banner in his heart.

But those guys in the South aren't going to take reading comprehension seriously like a small-town problem-solver. Therefore, the words of Fafnier and Greider were simply understood by them to mean that Southerners were not inherently good people like the British.

"Those two damn Northerners." Martin put down his glass and cursed.

"I heard that the club is open again, why don't we go for a break." James said.

"Well, there's nowhere else to go."

When the two of them talk about the club, they are referring to a nearby shooting club. In the past, before the outbreak of war, groups of young people used to practice their guns together and exchange hunting techniques for everything from turkeys to Indian scalps. After the war began, the members of the club, with the exception of a few who were too old, basically joined the war. Naturally, the club stopped, and now, at least in North America, the war is over. The club has reopened, and it's normal.

The two men gave the money, got up and left the bar, got on their horses, and headed for the shooting club.

For the convenience of the robbery, the club is set up on the edge of the forest outside the town. The two rode through the town and walked a little further, when they heard the crackling of gunfire in the distance.

"It looks like it's really open."

Thinking this, the two men urged their horses to trot, and in a few moments, the "Yorkson Shooting Club" appeared in front of their eyes.

The club has a two-storey house with a bar upstairs and a storeroom downstairs. When the two men reached the door of the club, they dismounted, and the black slaves who worked here came and took the horses away.

The two of them were very familiar with this place, so they went straight to the shooting range.

The shooting range is an open space under the small building. About 100 meters further on is a mound more than 30 meters high. Placing the shooting range here, facing the mound, is an effective way to prevent bullets from flying elsewhere. Before the war began, the young people of the town used to meet here, drinking in the bar on the second floor, looking down at the target hunters below, and sometimes betting on the winners of the races below.

However, there are many fewer people today than before the war. After all, fighting a war is not hunting, and the British are not Indians, so they are not so easy to bully. So there were a lot fewer young people frolicking here. However, the gunfire on the shooting range was still intense.

The two of them walked around the small building and came to the shooting range.

They immediately found out that there were quite a few people on the shooting range, and almost all the people who came back from the battlefield alive were here. It's just that no one is betting there with a beer, and the target doesn't seem to be the same as normal, from the normal chest target with a circle of rings to two ugly portraits.

At this time, one of the gunners, who had just finished firing his bullets and put away his rifle, saw them coming, and greeted them: "Martin, James, you are here too?" ”

"Come here and see if you can meet some old friends." James said, "Who's on that target?" ”

"Who else could it be? Those two damn Northerners! The other man who was aiming replied without raising his head.

"What's the use of you doing this? Do you believe in Indian witchcraft? Do you really think that if you get a painting to hang there and fight, you can kill those two guys? Martin suddenly said something like this.

As soon as these words came out, several of the target shooters stopped. The surroundings were quiet for a while, except for the rustling sound of the wind-blown portraits attached to the targets.

After a long while, someone reluctantly said: "What can we do, those two guys, both Americans, both have freedom of speech." They are not Indians who are not protected by the law after all. ”

Hearing this weak word, Martin laughed.

"You know what? When North America was still a British colony, Boston Tea Party and Lexington's rebellion were also against the law. If everything is really according to the law, does the United States still exist? ”

"Martin, at that time, the law was a bad law made by the British, but now our laws are made by us Americans. We cannot go against the laws we have made. ”

"Who says we're breaking our own laws? Our laws do not allow such blatant treason. If the law had really been followed, these two guys would have been arrested and sentenced a long time ago. It's just that the court on the side of the North Yankee refuses to defend the country! Before Martin could reply, another person interjected.

Then everyone joined in and argued about whether the two guys had committed treason. But as with most arguments. In the debate, everyone is not really trying to get a correct judgment, but asking for something that conforms to their own emotional identity. So most people feel that these two guys should have been shot long ago for the crime of treason. Some people even went to the extreme: "Isn't lynching my fine tradition of Great America?" There's so much law-abiding. Don't be cowardly, just do it! Besides, go to the north and shoot these two guys, and then go back to Georgia, isn't it? Could those Northerners still be able to go to Georgia to arrest people? ”

Indeed, in this day and age, there really is no such thing as a cross-state arrest. In this era, there is no national police system in the United States, and the police are all state-by-state. There's no way the Massachusetts police can come to Georgia to arrest people. Of course, theoretically, the Massachusetts police could ask the Massachusetts court to issue an arrest warrant after locking up the suspect, and then ask the Massachusetts to transfer the warrant to Georgia so that the Georgia police could cooperate with them. However, Georgia does not have an obligation to cooperate, especially if the governor cooperates with this request, it will definitely offend the voters, so this kind of assistance request, most of the time, will be thrown directly into the wastebasket.

"But it costs a lot of money to make a trip to the north. If I hadn't run out of money, I'd have shot them a long time ago. Martin concluded.