Detective Emilian and his partner Daniel walked into the front hall of the Ministry of Public Security, showed the ID to the guards who came up, and told them: "Detective Emilian, Daniel was ordered to come and report on his work."

The guard looked at their ID, looked at their faces, and then said, "You guys are here to wait a moment." Then he left with their ID.

Emilian and Daniel waited there. When they saw the guard over, they said a few words to several other guards, walked to a counter and said a few words to a civilian who was sitting behind the counter. The civilian staff stood up and took out a large folder from the file cabinet behind them.

The civilian searched inside, then compared the ID with the ID, nodded to the guard, said something, and then returned the ID to the guard.

The guard walked up to the two of them, returned the ID to them, and pointed to a table next to him and said, "Did you carry a weapon? If you carry a weapon, please leave him here."

Emilian nodded and walked over first. He took out a revolver from his coat and placed it on the table. Daniel also followed, took out two ordinary pistols from his waist and placed it on the table, and then took out a butterfly folding knife from each pocket on both sides of the top. Then he opened his coat and was densely packed with small pockets. Each small pocket contained a knife of different shapes and sizes.

However, the custodian sitting behind the table seemed to be accustomed to this situation. He just took out a piece of paper and handed it to the two of them and said, "Please write the names and quantities of these items in this column..."

Emilian quickly filled it out, and then stood aside and waited for Daniel.

"I said it a long time ago. When you come to the Ministry of Public Security, you don't need to bring so many things." Seeing Daniel lying there and writing quickly, Emilian couldn't help complaining.

It took a while for Daniel to register his lot of things. A guard checked him out again before letting the two of them pass through the office area behind.

Accompanied by two guards, the two walked through the front hall, passed another door, and then passed through a garden, and arrived at the office area of ​​the senior officials behind.

The guards sent them to the entrance of a small building, and then two other guards checked their documents, took them into the small building, and went out of an office on the second floor.

A guard knocked on the door gently: "Mr. Minister, Detective Emilian and the others are here."

"Please come in." The minister's voice came from it.

So the guard pushed open the door, Emilian and Daniel walked in.

"Please sit down, two of you." Fouchy raised his head from the document, looked at them, signaled them to sit down, and said, "I noticed your report, you found..."

"This newspaper reported that at around 10 o'clock this morning, an assassination against MP Lucien Bonaparte occurred in Paris. The assassin threw several bombs in a carriage considered to be Lucien's MPs in the downtown area, and then fled before the police arrived. The attack caused dozens of innocent civilian casualties. It is reported that Lucien's MPs were not in this carriage that day..."

Lucien put down the newspaper and said to Fouche: "Mr. Fouche, can you close the Internet now?"

"It's not OK," Fouche said. "If we don't make everyone feel threatened, we still have many obstacles to expanding our power."

"But you don't worry, others accuse you of being ineffective?"

"Haha..." Fu Xie smiled, "If it's normal times, everyone stares at the chair under my butt, that's a problem. But now, the chair under my butt is very hot. Of course, they still want to scold me, but now, who would like to sit on such a chair? Besides, even if someone doesn't know how much they are and wants to sit in my seat, do you really dare to let him sit in this position at this time?"

A week later, a fierce battle occurred near the residence of the governor Jean François Leber. A group of militants of unknown origin tried to attack the residence of the governor Jean François Leber. They exchanged fire with the Paris police who rushed to the scene after obtaining intelligence.

"Our police arrived in time to protect the safety of the governor Leber's family and killed at least three thugs." At the National Assembly hearing, Fouche was introducing what happened yesterday.

"Minister Fouche, as you said just now, these gangsters have actually attracted the attention of the police department before the action. Why did you not arrest all these people before the incident? Instead, let them launch an attack?" asked a member of parliament.

"If you allow us to arrest and interrogate suspects without evidence, just like the previous public security committee, then I can certainly arrest them all in advance. Is this your need?" Fouche asked back.

"Of course I don't mean that...but...I mean, as the Minister of Public Security, can't you improve the efficiency of the police department, find evidence, and catch them all in one go?"

When Fouche heard this, he laughed, as if he heard the funniest joke: "Mr. Besson, do you know how much budget the entire Paris police system consumes now? It is only two-thirds of the budget the Public Security Commission consumed back then! Do you know how many front-line detectives are in the police system in Paris today? It is only one-half that the Public Security Commission did! Under such conditions, we still have to abide by various constraints and cannot arrest and inquire with suspicion like the Public Security Commission. To be honest, I am very satisfied with my team being able to notice the suspicion of these thugs in advance.

Of course, if Mr. Besson is not satisfied and is willing to sit in my position, I can also let Xian.”

Besson naturally knew that the thugs were not caught now, and they might even launch new attacks. And from the perspective of decisiveness and sophistication, they seemed not comparable to those trashed men from the past. What's even more deadly is that those guys seemed to have no intention of stopping. At this time, if you sit in the position of Fouchy, wouldn't you be waiting to take the blame?

"Minister Fouche, I don't mean that." Besson said quickly, "I just hope that the police department can find ways to improve the level of safety. Of course, you are an expert..."

Seeing Besson being cowarded, another MP stood up and asked, "Minister Fouche, you mentioned earlier that after obtaining the information, the police dispatched urgently, fought with the thugs, and protected the family of Governor Leber's governor Leber's family. Why did the gangsters finally rush into Governor Leber's residence and caused considerable damage? And I heard that the police suffered great losses, even greater than those of the thugs. Is that true?"

"It is true." Fouche replied, "In the battle last night, after we noticed the possible actions of the thugs, we immediately transferred all the police forces that could be transferred. However, because the Paris police were insufficient, the number of people who could be transferred was not much higher than that of the thugs. Moreover, the training and equipment of the thugs far exceeded that of us. Among our policemen, because of insufficient budget, only the sheriffs above can be equipped with revolvers that can be fired, while ordinary police officers can only be equipped with ordinary single-shot pistols, batons and knives. However, almost everyone of the thugs who launched the attack yesterday was equipped with two revolvers imitated by the British, and they also carried the "Bonaparte Melon" imitated by the British. I have seen the bodies of the three thugs who were killed yesterday. They all have a common feature, MP Blesson. Do you know, what is this common feature?"

"I...how do I know."

"There are thick calluses on the second section of their right index finger." Fuche said, "You can touch your fingers to see if there are calluses in this position. Some people please raise your hand and let everyone see what these people with calluses in this position have in common."

Everyone couldn't help but touch it, and then Kano took the lead and raised his hand.

In addition to Kano, several others raised their hands, and everyone could see clearly that these people were all military.

"Only those who often shoot will have calluses in this position. Sir, those thugs are not what you imagined, who block a little girl and robbed a little girl with a knife in the dark alley, but a group of well-organized and well-trained soldiers!

Yesterday, our police officers were using their blood and lives to block them and cover the transfer of the governor's family. If they weren't worried that the nearby National Self-Defense Forces would come, they could have killed all the police officers we rushed over last night!

Yesterday's fire exchange lasted less than ten minutes, and we surrounded them first after the exchange of fire. But in just a few minutes, we sacrificed more than twenty young men and gentlemen. What we are facing now is not a gangster, but an army that has crept into Paris!”

The entire parliament hall suddenly started to make a fuss. Everyone whispered to each other, everyone was yelling, some shouting at Fouche, some shouting at the people next to him, and some shouting at everyone.

Member Odom, who presided over the meeting, hit the table hard with a wooden hammer: "Everyone is quiet, calm! If anyone wants to ask Minister Fouche, please ask questions in order! Stay quiet!"

But this was not very useful, and no one of the members took this reminder seriously. After a long time, Odom's arms were sore, and these guys barely recovered from quietness.

"Well," said Odom, "it's now the gentlemen sitting in the third district to ask questions. Well, MP Griezmann, do you have anything to ask?"

Griezmann stood up: "Secretary Fouche, I want to know now, what support do you need to catch these guys, or to destroy them?"

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Chapter completed!