No one has ever questioned the charm of Paris. In the eyes of the world, it is poetry and roses, knights and love, a sea of ​​bright lights and wine, a rich golden capital, and a paradise for wanderers and adventurers... Paris at night lies quietly in the rippling waves of the Seine River. All the light and shadows on the river are rippled into gold and gems by it, and then reflected into the dreams of tourists, opening into gorgeous words and silent sighs. No matter when, the garbage and filth hidden on the river are always hidden on the Seine River, just as this city must gather all the beauty and ugliness, vulgarity and romance, dirty and noble, all legends and art.

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If the time traveler remembers correctly, he would have read this passage in his heart, which should be a famous film review he had read in his previous life. As for the name of the movie and the author of the film review, he doesn't remember it. It was the rapid passage of time that made the time traveler gradually forget the memories of his previous life.

February 12, 1810, was an extremely ordinary day. But it was of extraordinary significance to Andrew Desai. Last day, he was reborn outside Zaragoza. As an invader and soldier, Desai must fight for survival and honor; now, the Duke of Gruna of Paris is wearing a politician coat, and everything he does is to increase authority and money in his hands.

Therefore, Desai was able to ignore the provocations of the clowns outside the mansion and wait silently until another night fell. In the past and present, no one dared to bully himself without paying the price. Back then, a senior official who almost got the crosser into prison and his family were buried by him in a construction site in Las Vegas after defecting abroad. So tonight, the previous anger will completely explode. The Duke of Desai gave Captain Penduath the order: be merciless and never be ruthless.

Lieutenant Adam Koror walked into the Duke's study and reported to Desay that the defense system of the Duke's mansion was strengthened, and the doors and doors and windows were reinforced with sandbags; to prevent the thugs from setting fires, a large amount of clear water was prepared in all rooms; in addition to his own 30 guard soldiers, General Savari sent 80 Parisian gendarmes, with sufficient ammunition of all kinds, enough to deal with the fierce attack of 500 people. Even if he faced greater danger, as long as the signal was sent, a large number of gendarmes guarding the Duille Palace would come to support him.

"...All non-combatants, including Dr. Kava, Mr. Candiola, Miss Littisia, Little Tier and others, have evacuated to the basement to hide!" After saying that, the Polish intelligence officer began to wear military uniforms and equipped the Duke with armed belts.

When Desai picked up two pistols on the table, he suddenly thought of something, and he asked casually, "How do the commandos react to the latest equipment from the Hruna Ordnance?"

Lieutenant Koror replied, "The effect is very good, Lord Duke! Captain Penduwas was particularly praised by the 12-barrel revolver pistols, saying that their 50 people had strong firepower to destroy a 200-man reorganized company. The only small trouble is that the gun body is a bit heavy and easy to form combos; in addition, the military baton with blood grooves, the Military Intelligence Bureau has tried several street mobs, and can cut the major artery with a light wave. After ten seconds, there is no possibility of survival."

"Very good!" Desai nodded. He put on his military cap and accompanied by intelligence officers to inspect the internal and external defenses of the mansion.

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When Captain Penduwas walked to the hidden basement of the "Military Women's House", dozens of commandos saw the engagement ring worn by the commander's left hand at a glance. Everyone became excited. Because they could not cheer loudly, they ran forward one by one and hugged the captain enthusiastically to show their congratulations and celebrations.

After finishing his blessing to the commander, the soldiers scattered and checked their guns and equipment again. Several officers led the team surrounded Captain Penduwas, waiting for the command from the commander to issue.

"Have the mission been conveyed clearly?" asked the captain, and the officers nodded one after another.

Penduwas continued: "Very good, I will reiterate the discipline. Once the battle begins, all enemies must be eliminated cleanly and quickly within the specified time without leaving any living habits. Remember, 20 minutes later, the military police team that came to hear the news will be responsible for cleaning up the field. What questions do you have?"

"Captain, what should I do if I encounter a criminal's wife, children, and young people during the battle?" an officer mentioned a sensitive issue.

"Please pay attention to my words, Lieutenant! All enemies must be eliminated cleanly and quickly without leaving any living mouths." Captain Penduwas warned his subordinates in a harsh manner. Since he took the initiative to join the special operation team of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he knew clearly that he was no longer a pure officer. Kindness and kindness were just two extra additions and must be bravely abandoned in battle.

After taking a long breath, the captain asked the officers to take out their pocket watches and correct each other's time.

"It's 10:14:34 now; at 10:30, each team sets off; before 11:40, be sure to arrive at their respective scheduled battlefields; at 0:00, the first team will attack first; within 5 minutes after hearing the gunshot, that is, at 0:5, the second team..."

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The French Revolution in 1789 seemed to destroy everything in the old system, but it also rebuilt everything in the old system on the ruins of the Louis dynasty, including brothels and casinos. Even during the Jacobins, the two decadent, depraved, dirty marginalized worlds were still prosperous and wealth was booming.

Since the time of the government-government, the then Minister of Police Fouche began to rectify and control the dark world in Paris. Casinos and brothels can only operate normally if they receive special recognition from the Paris Police Station representing Minister Fouche. The so-called special recognition is not simply paying daily donations to the Ministry of Police, but the many gang leaders who are in the depraved field must unconditionally obey Fouche and his spokesperson's command. Including a week ago, the provocation and troubles against the Duke of Desay's residence.

Of course, there were also arrogant thugs who were unwilling to obey the police ministers, but most of these rebellious gang leaders ended up floating on the surface of the Seine. At the same time, as long as the interests of the powerful and their own people were not endangered, Fouche and his spokespersons never interfered with the gangsters' targeting bankrupt nobles, urban poor, and fraud and violence between them.

It is the successful control of the dark world in Paris that Fouche has been able to occupy the high vocation of the Police Minister (Minister) for more than 10 years. Although the streets of Paris are not very stable, robbery and murder are emerging one after another, they have little to do with the powerful. However, once there are cases involving the attention of dignitaries and nobles, the secret police of the Police Minister can always successfully solve the case, arrest and strangle all suspects in the first time. Especially the Royalists and Jacobins organized by the Royalists and Jacobins, there are more than 10 premeditated conspiracies against the emperor.

From this point alone, Napoleon was very satisfied with Fouche's performance. Even when the emperor wanted to replace his police minister, what he first considered was not the stability within the police department, but the control of the dark forces in Paris. The former only needed the emperor to issue a pardon order, and most people would wisely abandon their former masters and choose to surrender to the emperor.

But the control of those desperate people is not that simple. These gang leaders come from the bottom of society, are cruel and ruthless, but they can quickly collect all valuable intelligence information for insiders and secretly assist power departments in some undisclosed wet activities, such as intimidation, kidnapping, and assassination.

Although the gangs were filled with dissatisfaction and hostility, and even conquering each other, they always rejected the intervention of outsiders. Back then, it took Fuche nearly 10 years to achieve bare control. Now, it seems too difficult for the emperor to accept the Paris military police commanded by General Savari in only half a year.

"Iron Head" Powell is the most powerful among the many gang leaders in Paris. He owns 3 casinos and 5 brothels, controls one-third of the docks and car shops in the Greater Paris area, and also manages more than 20 robbery gangs. In order to ensure his own safety and deter other gangs, Powell received the acquiescence of the secret police and formed a private armed force of nearly 500 people to guard the casinos, brothels, docks, car shops, himself and his family.

The reason why Powell is called "Iron Head" is because he always wore an ancient Roman-style iron helmet in his early years in fighting with many gang forces. Powell was energetic and rough in nature, and would turn his sword against him if he didn't agree. His favorite weapon was a scimitar from Damascus. It was said that he had cut off more than twenty heads, and combined with the cruel eyes exposed outside the helmet, it was frightening and deterred.

Nowadays, as the controller of nearly half of the underground kingdom, Powell, who is nearly 40 years old, has become a rich man in Paris and knows how to enjoy the heavenly Parisian life. His figure is gradually becoming bloated and rarely wears a helmet and leads his brothers to fight. However, the cruel and ferocious name of "Iron Head" is still there, especially the scarlet old scar on his forehead, which adds a bit of horror and gloom.

A beautiful girl with a beautiful face and exposed clothes walked into the room tremblingly. She brought a bottle of Bordeaux-produced brandy to her master. If the maids were as usual, they would wait for an opportunity to come forward to show off so that the "iron head" would press her on the wool carpet and vent happily. When the instinctual activity ended, the maid's snow-white breasts would have a few more silver coins.

But tonight, the gorgeous girl did not dare to be arrogant again. Half an hour ago, one of her sisters wanted to compete for favor, but her head was broken by the wine bottle thrown out by the "Iron Head". She is still lying in the aisle and unconscious.

"Get out!" Powell couldn't hear the noise of the continuous collision of the wine glass and the bottle on the tray in the maid's hand. His roar made the maid, who was originally nervous, scream in surprise, threw down the tray, and grabbed the door and ran away.

Several fierce men who looked like thugs came to hear the news, but when they saw that everything was normal in the house, they all retreated. Soon, the thugs caught the maid who was wailing loudly as hysterical. Everyone laughed and wanted to take her to a corner to have a happy life.

Powell, who had a gloomy face, didn't care about these small details, and he was considering some very difficult issues.
Chapter completed!