The three of them discussed it carefully. Everyone thought that assassination was indeed a very interesting means with good prognosis. Of course, the two other two people thought that the first goal should be easy to achieve. The intelligence and counterintelligence of the United States in this era were almost completely blank.

The US counter-espionage work - if so - is all subject to local police. How can police officers manage counter-espionage work? (Fuchet: What did you say? But American police, as long as they can draw guns quickly, their brains are a circle smaller than walnuts. Even, as long as they have a cerebellum, it is enough.) Local police in the US do not have such ability at all.

On the other hand, the Ministry of Truth can incite some real southern fools to do such things without any trace, and putting the hat on the heads of those southern fools is not technically difficult at all. However, the second goal is to put the hat on the head of the Ministry of Public Security at Napoleon, which is very difficult, but it is worth studying carefully.

"Or why we take all the files of the Ministry of Public Security's similar operations over the years to study and see what their execution methods are characterized, and then we imitate their skills." Victor said.

"It's unnecessary." Villefort shook his head and replied, "We have been studying and learning about their actions, and we have been digesting and absorbing their successful experiences. Of course, they have been learning about ours, so after so many years, in this kind of action, our style is no longer different from their style. So, Victor, in the style of committing crimes, we cannot throw dirty water on their heads."

"So how about using new techniques that no one has used before?" Victor asked again.

"Ah, if we have to say that there is any difference between our style in this type of action and theirs, it is not completely different. The most important and obvious difference is that if there are any new technical means in this type of thing, it is probably what we do. Because we have a much closer relationship with the Academy of Sciences than them." Vilford replied.

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

"It is, in theory," replied Villford, "but technically, they rarely surpass us."

"And once such a place is available, Fouche would rather show off to Napoleon so that he can see that although his Ministry of Public Security Research Institute has limited funds, it is quite efficient." Villford replied, "At least he did this before. Because the problems between us and them are still budget issues. Besides, there is no real and conclusive evidence for such things, so in this case, it is not a wise choice to frame his younger brother in front of him in this way."

Lucien did not make a sound. What Vilford said was of course reasonable. Fouchey did not do such a thing, but this fact made him even more depressed. His resources were far more than Fouchey. Napoleon was his brother, but he still could not suppress Fouchey. Even in many cases, his brother, whether Napoleon or Joseph, believed in Fouchey's news and judgments more.

However, even if you were not sure to achieve the second goal, it was always good to work hard. So, the plan was passed quickly.

At this time, the war on the North American continent had ended. The soldiers all returned to their hometowns, but after some people returned to their hometowns, they found that life seemed to have become wrong. For example, at this time, in a bar, they would drink and complain together.

"Hahahaha, you were kicked out because of this?" The tall Martin laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.

"Laugh, what's the funny thing? I don't believe it. When you were talking about it, suddenly someone was dark again. Suddenly, a pair of hands touched your neck. What would you do?" James, a shorter, replied angrily.

"So you didn't even look at it, and gave your wife a combination of punches?"

"Oh!" James sighed, picked up his glass and took a sip of the beer, "Where are you? Stop laughing, what's wrong with you at home?"

"Ah, me? I'm fine, just when I was intimate with my wife at night, I was careless and habitually grabbed her hair, slapped her twice, and then..."

"And you were kicked out? Hahaha..."

"No, but my wife's eyes look at me now are very wrong and full of fear. Do you know that sometimes when I say something to her, she will tremble with fear, just like I am a wild beast. Not only does she see me like this, but even when I am with my child, she looks next to her eyes full of fear.

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

Do you know, those Yankees said in the newspaper that we are killing and raping people like wild animals in Canada, and in short, they do everything evil. They even said that we may have become addicted to crime and will never become normal people again.

Then that night, I... damn it, I experienced war and survived many times. I thought that after I came back, I would be regarded as a hero. What was the result? If I accidentally looked at me, even my wife looked at me like a criminal..."

"It's all the blame for those yinkees!" James said, "When they fought, they held us back. After the war, they said such things. Well, I read the newspaper, the one named Fafnir, and a bastard named Greed, was still attacking us crazy, saying that we, like the British, were born with many good people."

To be honest, this is a bit unfair to Fav Neil and Greed. In fact, neither of them said that the Southerners were born bad. They just said that all people were originally from God and had noble nature, and the Southerners were no exception. But just like the ancestors of human beings Adam and Eve were tempted by the devil and were so contaminated with sin, Americans, especially some people in the southern United States, were infected with too much British culture and too badly influenced by the British. Coupled with the influence of the battlefield environment, the influence of these evil cultures was revealed, making those who could have become good husbands and good fathers become devils on the battlefield. On the one hand, they are victims, and on the other hand, they are perpetrators. The damage they suffered in their spirit may be difficult to heal in their lifetime, and they may never be able to live like normal people in their lifetime.

To be honest, this is not completely unreasonable. In fact, if you want to act as a deceptive role, you cannot be completely unreasonable when speaking. From this perspective, Comrade Chuan Jianguo really destroyed the Lighthouse Kingdom's efforts in publicity (deception) over the years and deserve the banner in his heart.

But the guys in the south would not understand them seriously like a small town questioner. Therefore, the words of Favneil and Greed were simply understood by them as southerners, like British people, were not good people in nature.

"Those two damn Yankees." Martin cursed down his wine glass.

"I heard that the club has opened again, why don't we go and relax," James said.

"Okay, there's nowhere to go."

The club they both mentioned refers to a nearby shooting club. In the past, before the war broke out, a group of young people often practiced guns together and exchanged various hunting skills for hunting from turkeys to Indian scalp. After the war began, the members of the club, except for a few who were too old, basically participated in the battle. The club naturally stopped. Now, at least in North America, the war has ended. It is normal for the club to reopen.

The two of them gave the money, got up and left the bar, got on the horse, and headed towards the shooting club.

In order to facilitate the opening and grabbing, the club was set up by the forest outside the town. The two rode their horses and walked through the town for a while, and then they heard the crackling sound of gunfire from afar.

“It looks like it’s really open.”

Thinking of this, the two men urged the horses to trot. After a while, the "Yorkson Shooting Club" appeared in front of them.

The club has a two-story house, with a bar upstairs and a warehouse downstairs. When the two arrived at the club's door, got off the horse, and a black slave working here came over and took away the horses.

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

The shooting range is an open open space below the small building. A more than 100 meters further ahead is a mound of more than 30 meters high. Putting the shooting range here and facing the mound can effectively prevent bullets from flying to other places. Before the war began, young people in the town often gathered here. While drinking in the bar on the second floor, they looked down at the guys shooting below, and sometimes they would bet on the winning and losing of the guys in the competition below.

However, there are much fewer people today than before the war. After all, war is not hunting, and the British are not Indians, so they are not that easy to bully. So there were fewer young people playing here at the beginning. However, the gunfire sounds in the shooting range are still very dense.

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

They immediately found that there were still many people in the shooting range, and almost everyone who came back from the battlefield alive was here. But no one was betting there with beer, and the target seemed to be different from the normal ones. From the normal chest target with circles of circles to two ugly portraits.

At this time, a gunman had just finished firing the bullets and put away his rifle. When he saw them coming, he greeted them, "Martin, James, are you here too?"

"Come here to see if you can meet some old friends." James said, "Who is on the target?"

"Who else can it be? Those two damn Yankees!" Another person who was aiming at him replied without raising his head.

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

As soon as these words were said, several target shooting people stopped. The surroundings became quiet for a moment, and only the portraits of the wind blew against the target made rustling sounds.

After a while, someone said unwillingly: "What can we do? Those two guys are both Americans and have freedom of speech. After all, they are not Indians who are not protected by law."

After hearing these weak words, Martin laughed loudly.

"Do you know? When North America was a colony of the British, Boston Tea and Lexington's resistance were also violated the law. If everything really followed the law, would it still exist in the United States?"

"Martin, the laws at that time were evil laws enacted by the British, but now our laws are made by us Americans themselves. We cannot violate the laws enacted by ourselves."

"Who said we violated the laws we have made? Our laws do not allow such open treason. If we could really follow the laws, these two guys would have been arrested and sentenced. It's just that the court on the Yankees refused to defend the country!" Before Martin could answer, another person interrupted.

Then everyone joined in to argue about whether these two guys had constituted treason. But just like most debates, everyone did not really need to get a correct judgment, but required something that suited their emotional identity. So most people felt that these two guys should have been shot for treason. Some even said more extremely: "Isn't lynching a fine tradition of my Great America? How can there be so many things to abide by the law? Don't be afraid, just do it! Besides, I'll just shoot these two guys in the north and then come back to Georgia? Can those yinbos still run to Georgia to arrest people?"

Indeed, in this era, there is no case of cross-state arrest. In this era, the United States does not have a national police system, and police are from various states. It is impossible for Massachusetts police to come to Georgia to arrest people. Of course, theoretically, Massachusetts police can request the Massachusetts court to issue an arrest warrant while locking in the suspect, and then ask Massachusetts to transfer the arrest warrant to Georgia so that the Georgia police can cooperate with them. However, Georgia does not have the obligation to cooperate, especially if the governor cooperates with this requirement, it will definitely offend voters, so this cooperative investigation requirement will be directly thrown into the wastebasket.
Chapter completed!