The three people made a detailed discussion together, and everyone felt that assassination was indeed a very interesting method with a very good prognostic effect. Of course, for the two goals proposed by Minister Lucien, the other two felt that the first goal should be easy to achieve. The espionage and anti-intelligence in this era of the United States are almost completely blank.

The United States’ counterintelligence work—if any—is regulated by the local police. How can the police manage counterintelligence work? (Fouchet: What are you talking about? But American policemen, as long as they can quickly draw their guns, their brains are a little smaller than a walnut. Even if they have a cerebellum, it’s enough.) The American local police have no such ability. .

On the other hand, the Ministry of Truth can instigate some real Southern fools to do this kind of thing without a trace, and attach the hats to the heads of those Southern fools without any technical difficulty. But the second goal is to buckle Napoleon's hat on the head of the Ministry of Public Security. This is very difficult, but it is worthy of careful study.

"Why don't we go and take all the files of similar actions carried out by the Ministry of Public Security over the years to study and study, to see the characteristics of their execution methods, and then we imitate their skills." Victor said.

"This is unnecessary." Villefort shook his head and replied, "We have been studying and learning about their characteristics of action, and we have been digesting and absorbing their successful experience. Of course, they have also been learning from ours. , So, after so many years, in this type of action, our style and their style are no longer different. Therefore, Victor, in the style of committing crimes, we can't pour 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 our style in this type of action is different from them, it is not completely indifferent. The most important and obvious difference is that if something new appears in this type of thing Technical means, that 80% is ours. Because our relationship with the Academy of Sciences is much closer than that." Villefort replied.

"That is to say, if the guys from the Ministry of Public Security want to plant us, it would be easier than us to plant them?" Lucien asked.

"In theory, it is." Villefort replied. "But technically, they rarely surpass us."

"And once there is such a place, Fouché is more willing to show off to Napoleon, so that he can see, although his Ministry of Public Security research has limited funds, but the efficiency is quite high." Villefort replied, " At least he was like this before. Because the problem between us and them is, in the final analysis, a budget problem. Besides, there can be no real conclusive evidence for this kind of thing anyway, so in this situation, It's not a wise choice to go to an older brother to plant a spoil on his younger brother like this."

Lucien didn't say anything. Of course Villefort's statement made sense. Fouché did not do such a thing, but this fact made him even more depressed. He had far more resources than Fouché. Napoleon was his elder brother, but he still could not suppress Fouché. Even in many cases, his brother, whether it was Napoleon or Joseph, believed more in Fouché's news and judgment.

But even if you are not sure to achieve the second goal, it is always good to work hard. Therefore, the plan was passed quickly.

By this time the war on the North American continent was over. The soldiers all returned to their hometowns, but when some returned to their hometowns, they found that life seemed to be wrong. For example, at this time, in a bar, a hapless guy would drink together while complaining.

"Hahahaha, you were kicked out because of this?" The tall Martin laughed and tears came out.

"Laugh, what's so funny? I don't believe it. When you said Zhengxiang, suddenly there was someone, and it was night again, dark, and suddenly one of my hands touched your neck. What do you think you will be? Reaction?" The shorter James replied irritably.

"So you didn't even look at it, and gave your wife a combo punch?"

"Oh!" James sighed, picked up his glass, and took a sip of beer. "What about you? Don't laugh. What happened to you at home?"

"Ah, me? It's nothing for me, just inadvertently when I was making love to my wife at night, I habitually grabbed her hair, slapped her twice, and..."

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

"No, it's just that my wife's eyes are very wrong and full of fear now. You know, sometimes when I speak to her, she will tremble with fright, as if I am a beast. It's not just her Look at me like this, even when I was with my child, she was watching by the side with fear in her eyes.

Then I couldn't stand it anymore and asked her what was going on. At first she refused to speak, but later, I must force her to speak, she told the truth.

Did you know that the Yankees said in the newspaper that we are in Canada, killing people and **** people everywhere like wild beasts. They even said that we may have become addicted to crime and no longer become normal people.

Then that night, I... Damn, I went through wars, how many times I escaped. I thought with my heart that after I came back, I would be regarded as a hero by everyone. What happened? Accidentally, even my wife looked at me like a criminal..."

"Blame those Yankees!" James said, "They held us back when they were fighting. After the war, they said something like this. Well, I read the newspaper, that one is called Fafnell, and another one is called Fafnell. Grey's bastard, still attacking us frantically, saying that we are just like the British, and we are all born with many good people."

To be honest, this is a bit wronged by Fafnir and Gred. In fact, neither of them said that southerners are inherently bad. They just said that all people are originally from God and have a noble nature, and Southerners are no exception. But just as the ancestors of mankind, Adam and Eve, were tempted by the devil and became contaminated with sin, the Americans, especially some people in the southern United States, were contaminated with too much British culture and too much British. The bad influence. Coupled with the influence of the battlefield environment, the influence of these evil cultures is revealed, making people who could be a good husband and a good father become the devil on the battlefield. They are victims on the one hand, and perpetrators on the other. Their mental damage may not be cured in their entire lives, and they may no longer be able to live like normal people in their entire lives.

This, to be honest, is not completely unreasonable. In fact, if you want to deceive, you can't speak without reason. From this perspective, Comrade Chuan Jianguo really destroyed the lighthouse nation’s years of propaganda (deception) efforts by himself, and he is worthy of the banner in his heart.

But those guys in the south would not do reading comprehension seriously like a small town is a writer. Therefore, the words of Favnir and Grey were simply understood by them as saying that Southerners are just as bad as the British.

"Those **** Yankees." Martin put down his glass and cursed.

"I heard that the club has opened again, so let's not relax." James said.

"Well, there is nowhere to go."

The club they were talking about was a shooting club nearby. Before the war broke out, a group of young people often practiced guns together and exchanged various hunting skills from turkey to Indian scalp. After the war began, the members of the club, except for a few who were really too old, basically participated in the war. The club naturally stopped, and now, at least in North America, the war is over. It is normal for the club to reopen.

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

The club is set up on the edge of the forest outside the small town for the convenience of looting. The two of them rode horses, passed through the small city, and walked for a while, and heard the crackling gunfire from a distance.

"It looks like it's really opened."

Thinking of this, the two urged the horses to trot, and after a while, the "Yorkson Shooting Club" appeared before their eyes.

The club has a two-story house with a bar upstairs and a warehouse downstairs. When the two arrived at the door of the club and got off their horses, the black slaves who worked here came over and took the horses away.

The two people were very familiar with this place, and they passed directly to the shooting range.

The shooting range is an open space below the small building. About a hundred meters further ahead is a mound more than thirty meters high. Placing the shooting range here, facing the mound, can effectively prevent bullets from flying to other places. Before the war began, the young people in the town often gathered here. While drinking in the bar on the second floor, they looked down at the target shooting guy below, and sometimes bet on the winner of the game below.

However, there are fewer people today than before the war. After all, war is not hunting, and the British are not Indians, so they are not so bully. Therefore, there were a lot less young people frolicking here. However, the gunfire on the shooting range was still very intense.

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

They immediately discovered that there were still a lot of people on the shooting range, and almost all the people who came back from the battlefield alive were here. It’s just that no one bets there with beer, and the target seems to be different from the normal one. From the normal chest target with a circle of rings, it has been replaced with two ugly portraits. .

At this moment, a gunman had just finished shooting and put away his rifle. He just saw them coming and greeted them: "Martin, James, are you here too?"

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

"Who else? Those two **** Yankees!" The other person who was aiming replied without raising his head.

"What's the use of you doing this? Do you believe in Indian witchcraft? You really think that you can kill those two guys by hanging a picture and playing it?" Martin suddenly said this.

As soon as these words were uttered, several target shooting men stopped. The surrounding area calmed down for a while, and only the portraits on the target that were blown by the wind made a rustle.

It took a while before someone said unwillingly: "What can we do? Those two guys are both American and have free speech. After all, they are not Indians who are not protected by the law."

Martin laughed at the weak words.

"You know? When North America was a British colony, the resistance of Boston Tea and Lexington was also against the law. If everything really complies with the law, does the United States still exist?"

"Martin, the law at that time was a draconian law made by the British, but now our law is made by us Americans. We cannot violate the law made by ourselves."

"Who said that we violated our own laws? Our laws do not allow this kind of blatant treason. If we could really follow the law, these two guys would have been arrested and sentenced long ago. It's just the North Koreans. The court on the side just refuses to defend the country!" Before Martin could answer, another person interrupted.

Then everyone joined in, arguing whether these two guys had constituted treason. But just like most controversies. In arguing, everyone is not really trying to get a correct judgment, but is asking for something in line with their emotional identity. So most people think ~lightnovelpub.net~ these two guys should have been shot for treason. There are even more extreme expressions: "Isn't lynching a fine tradition in my Great America? How can there be so many things to obey the law. Don't persuade, just do it! Besides, I shot these two guys in the north. , And then come back to Georgia, isn’t it all right? Can those Yankees still go to Georgia to arrest people?"

Indeed, in this era, there really is no cross-state arrest. In this era, the United States does not have a national police system, and the police are all states. It is impossible for the Massachusetts police to come to Georgia to arrest people. Of course, theoretically, the police in Massachusetts can request the Massachusetts court to issue an arrest warrant on the premise that the suspect is locked, and then let Massachusetts transfer the arrest warrant to Georgia. , So that the Georgia police can cooperate with them. However, Georgia has no obligation to cooperate, especially if the governor cooperates with this request, it will certainly offend voters, so this kind of co-investigation request, most of the time, will be directly thrown into the wastebasket. of.

"But it costs a lot of money to travel north. I would have killed them if I hadn't had any money." Martin said at last.

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