I Am the Crown Prince in France

In the blink of an eye, it was already the tenth day after Joseph took over the police force.

The dusty open space in front of the St. Anthony District Police Station was filled with dust. More than 200 new police officers were wearing crisp blue military uniforms and blue and white wide-brimmed hats. They were sweating from practice wielding strange-looking weapons.

These military uniforms were obtained by Joseph from the army stationed in the suburbs of Paris at a cost of several thousand livres. At present, police officers throughout France and even Europe wear them casually, and there is no such thing as a uniform. The police in the St. Anthony District were decades ahead of them in dress alone.

In terms of police weapons and equipment, Joseph did not choose a musket. This thing did not require half a year of hard training, and it was not much different from holding a fire stick.

He didn't even equip the police force with a large number of swords. Instead, he asked carpenters to build more than 200 two-meter-long Y-shaped wooden forks. In addition, every two people are equipped with a shield. Although these things look simple, they are extremely practical. Later generations of airport and station security guards used this set. When combined with a specific formation, the anti-riot effect was excellent.

These police officers from the lowest level in Paris cherish their status as police officers. They train for 10 hours a day and no one is tired.

Joseph looked at the training ground with satisfaction. According to the plan, starting from noon today, this brand new police team will begin to take charge of security in the St. Anthony District.

Of course, criminal cases still rely on the 60 veteran police officers in the police force. As for those who paid money to become police officers, Joseph basically classified them as the logistics team, which was responsible for cleaning, moving and other chores, and the salary was naturally the lowest.

Today, the Saint-Antoine district police station has 50 criminal police officers, 236 patrol officers, and 125 miscellaneous people. It is considered to be a strong force in the whole of Paris.

You know, these more than 280 main police officers are all in high spirits and have high morale. They are not at all scoundrel like other district police officers.

Moreover, these people can truly maintain law and order, which is completely different from the old police whose main business is extortion.

Especially in terms of sense of responsibility, they are eight times better than the previous police officers.

It can be said that this is the modern police force in the true sense!

The sun was shining brightly, and after lunch, following Joseph's order, nearly three hundred police officers lined up to leave the police station, shouting loud slogans, and began to officially take over the security of the St. Anthony District.

In fact, they have been patrolling in this area before, and they know exactly where troubles are likely to occur. They are rich in experience. Now that they have a formal identity and an advanced management model, their ability to control crime has doubled.

The citizens had already received the news, but apart from taking a few more glances at the impressive uniforms worn by the police, they didn’t pay much attention - what else could they expect from the French police?

East side of Saint-Antoine district, Rue Ole.

Vulgar shouting and yelling came from a back alley.

Four or five strong men in black vests and felt hats forced a middle-aged man into a corner, swinging the wooden stick and iron ax in their hands, "How dare you owe money from the Viper Gang? You've had enough." ?"

The middle-aged man shrank into a ball in fear: "Masters, I, I will hand it in next week! For the sake of God..."

"You have already owed protection money three times this year," a red-haired man motioned to his subordinates with a smile. "According to the rules, I have to teach you a lesson."

"no, do not want!"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, a strong man wearing a felt hat picked up a stick and hit him hard on the arm. There was a sudden sound of bones breaking, accompanied by a scream that was not like a human being.

The red-haired man crushed the middle-aged man who was twisted in pain on the ground with his foot: "Remember, next week. If you dare to default, you will get another hand!"

As he was speaking, four men in blue military uniforms and wide-brimmed hats suddenly appeared from the alley, looking at the injured who were moaning on the ground.

The red-haired man recognized two of them and said casually: "Baptiste and Quillian? I heard that you two became police officers. Well, these clothes fit well."

These two people were former members of the civilian patrol team, and they were familiar with the Viper Gang.

The red-haired man shook the knife in his hand: "I'm here to collect the bill, so get out of my way."

The policeman named Quillian suddenly took out a whistle and blew it hard, then pointed at several people and shouted: "You are committing murder in the street, I want to arrest you!"

He used to be a tanner. In order to take care of the safety of his family, he volunteered to join the patrol team and patrolled the neighborhood from 6 pm to 11 pm every day. When you encounter villains like the Viper Gang, you usually avoid them if you can.

But now he is a real policeman, with a high salary of 35 livres per month. His wife and two children have white bread to eat every day, and some meat every few days. This is something he has only seen in his dreams before. situation.

Now he only wants to do one thing, which is to do his best to maintain law and order in the area, maintain a happy life for his family, and at the same time repay the crown prince. Besides, catching more criminals can increase performance. The higher the performance score, the higher the bonus!

He and three other policemen shouted at the same time: "In the name of the crown prince! Go!"

The red-haired man snorted disdainfully and waved at the younger brothers: "Teach these idiots a lesson!"

He was very confident. Not to mention the patrol team, even the police were all tough, timid people who would run away crying like a girl at the slightest sight of blood.

However, this time he was wrong.

The three policemen took off the two-meter-long Y-shaped wooden forks behind them, stepped forward in an orderly manner, and used the wooden forks to block the two Viper gang members who were rushing towards them.

The head of this wooden fork is as wide as an arm, and you can hit it with your eyes closed. It is the security artifact of later generations - the riot-proof waist fork.

There was also a policeman with a spear who saw the opportunity and pierced the foot of the gang member on the left with his spear.

With a wailing sound, the man rolled to the ground, clutching his feet. The Viper Gang boy next to him bared his teeth and glared, and swung his dagger fiercely, but it was blocked by the wooden fork and could not reach the policeman at all.

The red-haired man was furious and took the lead in charging forward. Although there were four people on his side, they were blocked by the riot police. For a long time, he could not get close to the police. Instead, two of his men were attacked by spears and stabbed in the calf.

The red-haired man felt extremely aggrieved. The fighting skills he had honed over more than ten years of licking blood from the edge of a knife could not be used in front of the police's strange formation.

This is exactly the "security fighting method" taught by Joseph to the police force. It is very commonly used in stations and airports in later generations. Its characteristic is that it does not seek to kill the enemy, but only seeks to delay it. It is also very conducive to self-protection.

More importantly, this style of play is simple and easy to learn, and anyone can master it after practicing for a week.

The red-haired man gritted his teeth and couldn't figure out why these police officers were so difficult to deal with today. Soon, he decided to give up - he himself was almost stabbed - waved his hand decisively and shouted: "Retreat!"

However, at a security booth half a street away, the police on duty heard the whistle and immediately sent four people to support.

When they arrived at the narrow alley, they collided head-on with the Viper Gang who were trying to escape. The police officer leading the group shouted "In the name of the Crown Prince" and three riot-proof waistbands were instantly placed in front of them.

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