1855 United States Tycoon

"Victor, did you get the information?" asked Jacques, the consul of the French consulate in Cleveland.

"I got a part about the compressor. This part of the information is very important. However, it was discovered during the transaction, so the follow-up information will not be available for the time being. I escaped back, and their people are still outside." Vic More panting. If it wasn't for him to run fast, and there were many people on the street, and the other party didn't dare to shoot randomly, he would probably not be able to come back.

Victor took a sip of water and handed the bag in his hand to Jacques and said: "Mr. Jacques, the thing is here. This thing is very important to France. You must find a way to send it out as soon as possible. However, most of the outsiders are now watching. tight……"

"It's okay, can they still go to the consulate to go wild?" Consul Jacques said disapprovingly, and he opened the bag, took out the document and looked at it twice, and then said: "Wait a few days, we will find a way to put this Send it out. Um, Klaus, first call the embassy and tell them that it’s done here, but it’s difficult to send it. Remember to use code words."

"Okay, Mr. Consul." Klaus, the first secretary of the consulate replied, and hurried downstairs, where there was a telephone.

"Victor, it's really hard for you this time." Consul Jacques said, "We'll repay you. Well, take a break first. I'll put things away."

Consul Jacques took the bag and walked into the nearby study. He closed the door, and then gently pushed open the bookshelf, revealing a safe behind. Consul Jacques carefully put the documents in, then closed the safe, carefully reset the bookshelf, and walked out.

As soon as Jacques came out, he saw Mitterrand's military officer approaching, his face was a little nervous.

"Mr. Consul, I think I should report to you that the situation outside is very wrong. Suddenly there is no one on the streets around the consulate... I think we have to be prepared for the invasion."

"Call the City of Cleveland and the Cleveland Police Department right away and ask what's going on. Captain Mitterrand, prepare your people for emergencies." Jacques walked to the window and looked out. No one can see the empty street outside. He immediately ordered.

"Mr. Consul," said Klaus, who had just called, with a pale face, "the phone is not connected, I can't make a call at all."

At this time, there were a few gunshots from a distance, and then Jacques saw a large group of masked men holding various weapons, um, they all were holding board knives, steel whips, bombs, foreign guns, and three-pointed two-edged knives. Hook and sickle, walked through Tugu Temple...Ah, I didn’t sleep well yesterday, and it was messy. They were all holding McDonald’s 1864 rifle, McDonald’s 1862 shotgun, McDonald’s 1866 automatic pistol, and offensive grenade. .

Jacques saw that several staff members were about to close the door, and a grenade flew over, and several staff members who tried to close the door were immediately put on the ground. Then the wicked masked people rushed in.

Captain Mitterrand, who was still arranging the defense against the invasion, immediately raised his hands high and shouted: "We surrender! Don't hurt us!" A few masked men in black walked over, and one of them grabbed him. Collar, pile him against the wall, press it against the wall, and point the muzzle of the black hole of the M1866 automatic pistol at Mitterrand's head.

"Don't move!" the man said, his cold eyes immediately convinced Mitterrand, if he didn't cooperate a little, that guy would definitely blow Own's head with a shot.

The other person unceremoniously began to search him. His revolver was taken away first, and then the guy took out his wallet. He opened it and took a look, then took out the money in it and stuffed it in front of Mitterrand. With his own pocket, he said in a contemptuous tone: "Pamper!" Then he dropped his wallet on the ground.

Like Mitterrand, no other people resisted-a small consulate with only a few dozen people in it, facing more than 30 armed militants, what kind of resistance can they have? ?

"I protest. This is the French consulate. I am the consul. You can't come in, you can't..." Jacques shouted at the masked men. Then, a gun was stuffed into his mouth.

"Shut up!" a masked man yelled viciously.

Victor was dragged out by two militants, a masked man stared at him, and then asked in a very gentle voice: "Mr., where is the document you got earlier today?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Victor tried to deny.

"Ah," the masked man laughed, "It's not a good habit to lie. Sam, teach him that you should be honest."

"Okay, Boss." Another man in black replied. He handed the shotgun in his hand to a militant next to him, and then together with the two militants holding Victor, he fastened Victor to a pillar. Then he used the rope to pull Victor's two legs apart and fasten them.

"What are you doing?" Victor yelled, his eyes bursting out of his sockets.

"Lying is an unmanly act, since you like to lie so much...shut up his mouth." The "Sam" said calmly. So a rag stuffed Victor's mouth. Then, under Victor's horrified gaze, "Sam" took out a dagger and swiped it lightly. Victor felt his own body cool, as if his pants were torn. He tried hard to signal to the other party with his eyes, imagined that the other party said that I would like to talk with you. But no one even looked at him. Then he fainted with a pain in his lower body...

A basin of cold water poured on Victor's head and he woke up again. He saw "Sam" still standing in front of him, only holding a bloody, chubby thing in his brown gloved hand.

"This is one of your testicles. The weight is not bad. Don't worry, I still have one for you." "Sam" continued in that calm and terribly calm tone, as if talking about things like the weather today. Kind of irrelevant gossip.

"Now, are you aware of the mistake of own? Are you willing to be an honest and good boy?" "Sam" continued to ask casually.

Victor couldn't speak, so he nodded desperately.

"Well, great. I'll give you another chance to still be called a man." "Sam" said, and tore off the rag that was stuck in his mouth.

"I gave it to Consul Jacques, and he took it into the study..." Victor immediately confessed in a crying voice.

"That's an honest boy!" The "head" who spoke at the beginning said gently, then he turned around, facing Jacques, and said politely: "Dear Mr. Jacques, please take me Let's go to the study and get that thing out."

Although the "head" is very polite, but look at the "Sam" who is on the side, wiping the dagger with the rag just tucked in Victor's mouth, Jacques thinks it is better not to resist. Anyway, since Victor had already confessed to the coward, these people had little difficulty in finding it.

So Jacques took these armed men upstairs, entered the study, and took out the documents from the safe.

"You didn't copy these things, did you?" the boss asked.

"No time." Jacques told the truth.

"I don't know if I can trust you." "The boss" said, "So, just to be on the safe side, I will order all paper products to be burned. We apologize for the loss caused to you."

"I want to warn you, this is a humiliation to the French Empire, and the anger of the French Empire is not something you can bear!" Jacques said.

"Thank you for your reminder. We will be ready." "The boss" still replied politely.

At this time there were gunshots outside again, and some people shouted: "Listen inside, we are the Cleveland police. You are already surrounded. We ask you to surrender immediately!"

However, the shouts did not disrupt the rhythm of the masked people. They still collected all kinds of paper in time, piled them in the yard, poured oil, set a fire, and burned it. Clean. Then they tied up the staff in the consulate one by one, and then shouted to the outside: "We are hostages! You will clear the way for us and send us ten carriages! Otherwise, we will kill the hostages. !"

The police outside quickly responded: "If you can't run away, surrender quickly. We will treat you as a surrender. Ask the judge to take you lightly."

"Bullshit! Give you five minutes. If you don't reply after five minutes, we will kill one hostage every minute!" According to the prepared lines, the masked militants shouted.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the "boss" said quietly: "It seems that our credibility is not very good, so I have to trouble a certain gentleman to prove our credibility to them." He scanned all the consulates. At one glance, everyone shivered under his knife-like eyes.

"This gentleman caused the trouble, so let him explain the situation to the guy opposite." Finally, "the boss" looked at Victor, who was still bleeding between his thighs.

"You..." Victor, with his hands tied behind his back, just wanted to say something, a rag was inserted into his mouth again, two people picked him up and dragged him towards the door, the door was opened, one armed The molecule kicked Victor out. Victor resisted the pain between his thighs and wanted to run. But at this time, there was the roar of MacDonald's 1862 shotgun. Then Victor's eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

"Listen to the people outside, the hostages have been shot and killed by us! Immediately do as we said, otherwise we will be rude!" The militants shouted again.

"Don't hurt the hostages!" A voice came from the police, "We agree to your terms..."

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