I Am the Crown Prince in France

While several members of the Black Sheep Gang were talking, they heard noises not far away, as if someone was robbing someone in the street.

The royal guards immediately ran over and shouted a warning: "Get down immediately, otherwise we have the right to shoot you!"

The two gangsters from the Hoth Gang ignored him at all, chopped the victim over with a knife, and ran towards an alley without looking back.

These royal guards are completely different from the poorly equipped police, each armed with a musket and a breastplate.

They immediately lined up and aimed their guns. The leader shouted again: "Last warning, get down immediately!"

The robber made an insulting gesture behind him, laughed wildly, and ran faster. Based on their experience, as long as you are bold enough to run fast, neither the police nor anyone else can do anything to you.

However, this time they faced France's most elite guards.

"Shoot!" Following the leader's order, five muskets fired at the same time. The two gangsters in the distance were hit by the bullets and fell forward. Several palm-sized holes appeared in their backs, and they were bleeding.

This precise shooting technique and the terrifying momentum of decisive killing made several people in the Black Sheep Gang shrink their necks.

They looked at each other, didn't even care about checking on their dead brother, and hurried back to report to the boss.

The Dauphin Guards swept through the entire Saint-Antoine district like an invincible beast. Just after 10 a.m., six gang members took their bullets. The two gangs that were originally arrogant and causing trouble suddenly became sluggish. Come down...

This is an order given by Joseph to the guards. Whenever someone commits a crime, he will be shot to death if he cannot be caught! For serious illnesses, strong medicines are used, but no blood is used to deter these gang members. It is unknown how many citizens will die. Anyway, this is the age of kingship, and no one should talk about the personal rights of criminals. There is no Holy Mother here!

The leader of the Hoth Gang huddled in his lair, watching the tall royal guards walking through the streets through the cracks in the curtains. The momentum made his eyelids twitch.

From time to time, the door of the house would be knocked, which was the news from his subordinates that the gang members had been arrested or shot to death.

Today, he has lost 17 of his men, and his heart is bleeding. "I am just a gangster. Do I have to raise the army to suppress him?"

The Black Sheep Gang responded a little faster and took back all the people at noon, losing only about ten people.

For two days in a row, there were no vicious cases in the St. Anthony District. Although Similion's remuneration was high, the Royal Guards were really ruthless. No matter how much money they made, it was useless!

The news of the cessation of gang members was returned to the police station. Everyone was excited and praised the crown prince's determination and methods, as well as the majesty of the royal guards.

Joseph didn't care about everyone's rainbow farts at all. He knew very well that the Guards only used thunderous means to temporarily frighten the gang members, but it wouldn't take long for these gangs to find loopholes. After all, the Guards were not familiar with this place, and they didn't understand criminal investigation.

In addition, most of the members of the Guard are titled knights. If they are kept patrolling the streets, they will soon become slack due to low morale.

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against thieves. If the mastermind behind this chaos is not found, sooner or later there will be a big case.

Public security inspector Arden knocked on the door and entered the house, saluting: "Your Highness, all those captured have been examined, and they are all small fish. However, many of them mentioned that for every vote they committed, someone would give the leader a thousand livres." , they can also share a lot.”

Joseph frowned secretly, these guys were indeed paid to commit crimes. 1,000 livres a time? This mastermind is really generous!

He ordered Arden to interrogate him carefully, and then he saw an officer of the guard walking in quickly, saluting respectfully:

"Your Highness, my subordinates just captured a man named Valian. His identity seems to be unusual..."

"Varian?" Arden next to him immediately said excitedly, "He is the second leader of the Black Sheep Gang! How did you catch him?!"

The officer said: "He was fighting with people in the casino. When I led the team there, he tried to escape. My people shot three of his men. If he hadn't reported his name, he would have been killed."

Arden swallowed, feeling a little sympathetic to the gangsters from the Black Sheep Gang, and then looked at Joseph and said:

"Your Highness, Valian may know something, I will go and interrogate him right now!"

In less than an hour, Magoni ran back in a hurry, without even having time to wipe the blood spattered on his body, and gave a confession to Joseph:

"Your Highness, you have gained a lot!"

Joseph saw the leader of the Black Sheep Gang confess that a man named Raymond paid them to cause chaos, one thousand livres at a time. After a month, whoever caused more trouble between them and the Hoss Gang would get two more Thousands of livres.

He frowned slightly and said, "What does this Raymond do?"

Arden shook his head, but the police clerk next to him said in surprise: "He is Mr. Similion's cousin."

"Cimelion?" Joseph thought the name seemed familiar.

The clerk said: "He is the former police commissioner of this district."

Joseph suddenly understood. No wonder nearly a hundred people in the police department asked for leave at the same time. It turned out that the man behind the scenes was their old superior, so everything made sense.

Arden was promoted from the former civilian patrol team and did not understand these twists and turns. He looked at Joseph with searching eyes: "Your Highness, do you want to arrest Similion?"

Joseph was about to nod, but suddenly thought of something and asked the clerk: "What was Similion's previous salary?"

"It should be thirty livres a month, Your Highness."

"Is he from a big family?"

"No, Your Highness, Mr. Similion's father seems to be a small civil servant with an ordinary family background."

Joseph narrowed his eyes: "With his salary, it will take more than 50 years to save 20,000 livres. How did he get such a large sum of money?"

Arden was startled: "What do you mean?"

Joseph said slowly: "There should be someone behind him."

Arden pondered for a moment and said: "Your Highness, I remember Valian mentioned that Raymond showed them a deposit slip of 20,000 livres to prove his ability to pay. It belongs to Havere Bank."

"This may be an important clue." Joseph nodded, took out the map to check, and found that Havere is a small bank with only two stores in Paris.

"Viscount Emman, you and Arden..." He thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'd better go there myself."

At Haverley's Bank, which is closer to the city hall, the bank manager initially refused to allow the account to be inspected. It was not until Joseph revealed his identity and threatened that the secret police would come to investigate if he did not cooperate that the manager finally gave in.

Similion's accounting is very simple. There are only a few transactions here - a draft of 30,000 livres was cashed, and then the money was divided into several parts and deposited in the bank, one of which was exactly 20,000 livres.

Joseph secretly lamented that people in this era had little awareness of anti-financial tracking, and then he got the information he wanted most. The payer of the money order was Vicomte Guizot, the Paris police chief!

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