Fox of France

Martin galloped along the avenue for a while, and saw a horse tied under a tree at the agreed place. Martin ran over, untied the reins and flew on the horse, and urged the horse to run wildly towards the north according to the predetermined route. At this time, the policemen who maintained order hadn't reacted yet.

Martin rode his horse and quickly left the campus. Among them were one or two policemen who didn't know what happened. They blew their whistles at him, signaling that he was violating the regulations by galloping his horse like this, and asked him to stop and accept a fine. Of course Martin ignored him and ran away. The policeman didn't have a horse, so it was impossible to catch up with it, so he could only scold it from behind, saying that if he caught it next time, he must show it to him.

Of course, it won't take long for him to know what happened in Harvard University, and he will naturally know that the one who escaped under his nose is the murderer. But by that time, Martin felt that he should have fled far, out of the reach of the Massachusetts police.

Freed from the entanglement of the police, Martin moved on. He knew that he was running wildly all the way, and the signs were very obvious. Anyone who knew about the Harvard assassination could judge that he was the murderer, and the only way for him to escape was to run as fast as possible. Get out of the way of Boston's police system before they react.

The horse Pidur had prepared for Martin was quite good, and it ran like a gust of wind. But after a while, Martin even drove out of the urban area, heading north, and continued to speed towards the agreed woods.

After a while, the horse's speed began to drop significantly. After all, what Pidur prepared for Martin was a good horse, but not a nuclear-powered Mongolian warhorse. Running all the way is also very exhausting. Even a good horse can get tired.

But the promised forest was very near. From a distance, the woods and the lumberjack's cabin on the edge of the woods could already be seen.

The lumberjack there had already lost his life in a brown bear attack—after all, not every lumberjack can be slapped by a bear like Brother Qiang, and still get up and continue talking and laughing with the two brothers. Also because of this attack, the timber company gave up its plan to log in this forest. Anyway, there are a lot of big trees in North America at this time, so there is no need to fight Xiong Daxiong Er desperately for a few trees. Therefore, this cabin was abandoned, and it became a place where people who came to hunt after hearing the news often stayed.

It's just that the hunters didn't find Xiong Da Xiong Er, so now, even the hunters who come here are much less. But the small wooden house here is still not abandoned. Many times, some illegal transactions will be carried out here.

Martin turned his head and looked back, but there was no smoke rising from behind. The weather is dry during this period, and the roads at this time are all dirt roads. If there are pursuers galloping on horses, the dust raised by the horses can be seen from a long distance away. So it is certain that the police did not come after them. This is also normal, the police in Massachusetts have not been so efficient.

So he also slowed down, urged the horse, and trot slowly towards the cabin. For horses, it is also a necessary relaxation after strenuous exercise.

Martin was only twenty meters away from the cabin. He had seen three horses tied up next to the cabin, and Mr. Pidur was standing beside the horse, smiling and looking at him. Besides Pidur, there were two other people standing beside Pidur. . Martin knew that it was the man who was going to turn him east, to the ship.

"Monsieur Pidur!" Martin jumped off his horse and led the horse over.

"Martin, is everything going well?" Pidour also asked.

"Very good, very smooth!" Martin walked forward with a smile on his face, while opening his hands, wanting to give Pidur a hug.

At this moment Pidur took a step forward sideways, and the hand of the man standing beside him, which had been hidden behind his back, was exposed—holding a revolver in that hand. At the same time another man on the other side pulled out a revolver and shot Martin.

Before Martin could react, the man fired. The distance between the two sides was no more than five meters. Caught off guard, Martin was immediately knocked to the ground by six bullets. Until his death, his eyes were wide open, as if he didn't believe that such a thing would happen.

The two gunmen emptied the revolvers of all the bullets, then pulled out another revolver, and pointed it at Martin, who was lying on the ground. Then slowly walked forward to observe. Pidur also came over, took a look, and said, "He's dead. Well, I'll leave the rest to you."

The gunman in the lead nodded, and then poked Martin's body with his foot. It was verified that Martin was indeed dead. It's really not easy to stay alive with twelve rounds of bullets. Then the two gunmen turned and entered the logger's hut, and after a while they all changed into tax police uniforms and came out.

So a very logical story is completed: the log cabin is a place where many smugglers trade, so as a law enforcement officer of the tax department, it is normal to come here to inspect, and then the two met the murderer and fugitive Martin here. up.

The law enforcement officers did not know that Martin was a murder fugitive, but they only regarded him as a possible smuggling suspect for interrogation. However, Martin with a guilty conscience took out his gun and prepared to resist. As a result, he was shot and killed by two people.

Martin was killed, and all the clues were naturally cut off. But it was easy to determine that he was a Southerner. So criticizing the southerners for being barbaric and uncivilized can still be carried out, and you can even add the propaganda that the southerners are not only barbaric and uncivilized, but also cowardly and incompetent, who will only attack secretly, and the frontal approach is a dead end. And this one, it is estimated that it will stimulate the southerners even more.

On the other hand, the two tax police officers who killed Martin were, of course, members of the Ministry of Truth. Relying on this great credit, needless to say, they will definitely be promoted quickly, and they occupy a higher position in almost the most important violent institution in the United States. Of course, it is a very good thing for the Ministry of Truth and for France.

Pidour, of course, left immediately. Of the two tax policemen, the older one stayed to guard the scene, while the younger rode back to Boston to report the crime.

The young tax policeman rode his horse halfway, when he met the Boston Mounted Police who were chasing him. Mounties stopped him.

"Brother, did you see a young man riding north on a horse?"

"Oh, no, I came from there, and I saw nothing all the way," replied the young tax policeman, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

"Someone shot and killed someone at Harvard University. Witnesses reported that he ran this way. Didn't you meet him?" A mounted policeman asked again.

"No." The young tax policeman said without changing his face, "but there is a fork in the west a little further ahead, if he really came this way, then he must have gone west at that fork .”

"Thank you for your reminder." The mounted policeman believed it and thanked him.

The two groups separated, and the mounted police continued to chase the criminal who had entered a country they could not enter for the time being; while the young tax police hurried back to the tax office to ensure that no police would come Compete with yourself.

Hurrying back to the tax bureau, the young tax policeman hurried to the director's office.

"Director Dulles, I have an important report to you." The young tax policeman entered the office of Director Dulles and said to him.

"Ah, it's Pope, what's the matter?" Director Dulles asked.

Pope reported the matter to Director Dulles according to what they had prepared long ago, and then said: "On the way back, I met a team of mounted police, and they said they were chasing a murderer who killed someone at Harvard. -I think that guy we killed was the murderer. I let them catch up the other way-I don't want them to take credit for us, Chief, you know, these guys really do this Yes."

Director Dulles nodded: "Popper, you are right, those guys will definitely take our credit as long as they have the opportunity. You did a good job! We will go to the scene immediately and protect our credit back. Let the guys from the police department snatch it!"

So Director Dulles immediately took action. He mobilized all the manpower he could mobilize and rushed to the scene to protect his credit.

Of course, in order to protect his credit and to make this credit have enough effect, Director Dulles issued a gag order to all those who participated in the operation.

In the most famous university in the United States like Harvard University, in front of international friends, if such a thing happened, the face of Massachusetts would be ashamed. As for Boston, the mayor, Mr. Landau, was so angry that he dropped his glasses when he learned of the incident.

He angrily cursed Hughes, the police chief who came to inform him of the incident: "A man, in the most prosperous area of ​​the city, in front of hundreds of people, kills another man, and then he can escape Well, he was able to escape! I told you a long time ago, pay attention to security work, pay attention to security work, don't make trouble, don't make trouble! What about you? What about you! You take what I said to you , It’s all a deaf ear, you think I’m just eating and doing nothing but scaremongering! I told you last month and last week, which southerners to pay attention to, and which southerners to pay attention to, but... I’m so mad Class! Tell me, now, what else do you have to say!"

"Mayor, we, we will catch the murderer." Chief Hughes replied uncomfortably.

"Catch him? How long will it take? Now two days have passed. I promise the society that the case will be solved in three days. It will be three days soon, and it will be dawn in a few hours. Do you have any clues now?" ?Have it?"

"We need more time..." Director Hughes replied.

Mayor Landau was so angry that he almost smashed his teacup on the face of Director Hughes. He endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, so he took off his glasses with trembling hands, and slammed them on the ground. The floor—it was carpeted anyway, so it couldn’t be broken—was about to continue to get angry, but the secretary came in and said, "Mr. Mayor, Director Dulles is here, and he said he has the latest news about this case."

"Quick, let him in!" Mayor Landau said, and at the same time he quickly bent down to pick up the glasses on the ground, and put them on his nose.

"Mr. Mayor, I have the latest news." Director Dulles said.

"Say it."

"Two days ago, when two of our team members were investigating a suspicious-looking, suspected smuggler, that guy suddenly pulled out his gun and shot at our team members. Our team members immediately fought back and killed this guy. At that time, they reported this matter as armed smuggling, because the matter was urgent, and we did not have time to conduct more verifications on this matter. But when we were verifying this matter today, we found that the policeman who was arrested by us The suspected smuggler who was killed is likely to be the murderer who committed the crime at Harvard University."

"What?" Mayor Landau was taken aback, and the glasses that had just reached the bridge of his nose accidentally fell off again.

"Yes, Mr. Mayor, we now have every reason to suspect that this man is the murderer," replied Chief Dulles. "His body is still there, very similar in size to the one on the wanted warrant. I know Before the crime, some people found that the murderer appeared near the residence of the victimized Professor Fafnir, and some people claimed to have seen the murderer appearing on the campus of Harvard holding a cello case. The portraits on our arrest warrant rely on these Drawn from the description of the person.

We found these witnesses, and they all confirmed that the guy we killed was the murderer. In fact, on the day when the crime happened, he was questioned and killed by our people because of his suspicious behavior. "

"Is this true?" Mayor Landau still couldn't believe it.

"Mayor, I have brought the two good boys who exchanged fire with him at that time, as well as several witnesses. You can ask them yourself!" Director Dulles replied confidently.

Hearing his affirmation, Mayor Landau basically believed it. However, he still called in the two "great boys" and several witnesses, and asked them carefully.

"Now we can be sure that the bastard who was shot dead by our awesome boy is the damn murderer!" Mayor Landau said, "Very well, you two boys are very good. You just said that you are because of luck It’s wrong to stop him. You can stop him and find out that something is wrong with him because you are loyal to your cause and have a career. It is because of your career that you will notice that something is wrong with this guy. That guy is a well-trained killer, but you were able to kill him when he drew his gun first, which also shows that you are usually in training How serious. Unlike some guys, as a policeman, who once had close contact with the murderer next to the victim's home, but was unaware and didn't see any problems at all, this is really... Director Hughes, you still have Your subordinates must reflect on themselves and learn from the tax department!"

After saying this, Mayor Landau stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of the two "great boys", and said with satisfaction: "You guys are good! Very good, very energetic! They are worth cultivating! Hahahaha..."