Alxson might be a drug addiction, so he kept beating, saliva was left at the corner of his mouth, and clear snot appeared in his nose.

My mind was no longer clear, all kinds of strange fantasies emerged, and the dead souls seemed to appear in the sky floated in front of his eyes. The scene of the Shura hell-like battle scene appeared in front of him like lightning.

Wine, sex, wealth and energy plus poison is the thing that can destroy a person's will. No matter how powerful you are, you will immediately become a cartilage shrimp or a mangy dog.

Molière had no time to deal with this evil spirit, but he couldn't ignore it when he worked together, so he had to pretend to be calm and said, "Be quiet, haven't you analyzed it with you a long time ago? You and I can't die..."

In the past three days, Molière has lived a few days like heaven, living next to Exon, enjoying all the wine and food every day. Two Western European blonde beauties are serving each other in close proximity, which makes me feel a little happy.

Molière didn't know that the CIA had a secret department called Yanzi, which was a department that specialized in training female spy members. In Europe, a group of people specially bought girls from poor families in the countryside. Some were trained locally and some were sent back to Ryukyu for training.

Europe in the nineteenth century was not a paradise, where kings and nobles, plus big capitalists and landlords monopolized the most land, while workers and peasants were at the bottom of society and lived in extreme difficulties.

Needless to say, poor Eastern Europe, even in Western Europe, there are many textile workers working more than 12 hours a day and only having enough food and clothing, and most women even become secret prostitutes.

Many girls that cannot be raised by poor families are sold out, including child labor, prostitutes, slaves from noble families... These girls can be digested through various channels. The more beautiful the ones are, the easier it is to sell.

No one knows how many swallows are raised in the swallow, and only Xiao Letian and other core senior executives know the exact numbers.

Xiao Letian felt a little guilty at the beginning of doing this, because modern people receive education that respects women, and he cannot treat women like ancient people.

But when he understood this era more and more, he realized that for girls from poor families, it was already a great blessing to join the CIA as a swallow.

Killing more girls becomes the lowest prostitute, and they have sex with the workers, gangsters and other people at the bottom of society. The final outcome is to die of illness on the side of the road.

Even if one or two lucky people find a good man to get married, they will be poor all their lives because no good family will want such a woman.

Although becoming a swallow of the CIA is also a betrayal, at least one institution is protecting them, including medical care and pension. After retirement, it can create a brand new identity for you, and more importantly, it can receive education.

Therefore, a scene that surprised Xiao Letian appeared. The swallows in the CIA were actually happier than each other, which was the joy of jumping out of the fire pit from the heart.

Perhaps for these girls, the life of the past was a fire pit, and the life of being a swallow is already above heaven.

The one who accompanied Ekson and Molière was a group of swallows. The CIA's order to accompany Ekson was to let the man continue to take drugs, drink alcohol, and completely destroy his will.

The swallows who accompanied Molière mainly numb him, let him relax his vigilance, and still feel that he is very safe.

These beautiful swallows completed the task very successfully, and even dug out some intelligence clues from their sleep while sleeping. Later, several secret lines of Tsarist Russian spies were dug out based on these clues, and the swallows made great contributions to this.

Perhaps it was the comfortable life that made Molière relaxed his vigilance, or perhaps it was Xiao Letian's temporary retreat that paralyzed the enemy. Molière had only one analysis with Ekson during these three days, that is, he could not die.

The sorrows and joys outside the window sounded, but the two prisoners in the room became ants on the hot pan. Molière grabbed Exon's collar and shook desperately. "Idiot, be awake! Have you forgotten the analysis I had with you before? We are safe, absolutely safe!"

"Xiao Letian dare not kill us. You are the relative of His Majesty the Tsar and the future queen's younger brother. Xiao Letian already knows your identity... He has now got everything he wants on the battlefield. At this time, what he wants is a ceasefire!"

"This person knows when he should stop digesting everything he has swallowed. He needs time because the Chinese need time to develop internal affairs..."

"How could he kill you to anger the Tsar? He will only use you to threaten the Tsar... Remember my words, you must hold on, hold on to all the pressure. You cannot retreat if anything terrible happens in front of you, and you must never give up!"

Exon nodded numbly, "Yes, I listen to you... I can't even be afraid of retreating if you die in front of me?"

Molière almost turned his back without anger and thought to himself that I was cheering you up, but you cursed me? What are you!

But you really can't care about a drug addict, let alone having to work together. Molière could only hold back his anger and said, "Yes, yes, you have to hold on even if I die... Bah, bah, I can't die at all!"

"I've said it many times. If Xiao Letian wants to anger the Emperor of the French and want to make the nobles in Paris angry, then kill me! At that time, the whole France will use its might to destroy him!"

"Since he has not chosen to kill me on the battlefield, don't think of killing me in the prisoner-of-war camp!"

The roaring Molière shook Exon, and the room was temporarily quiet. At this time, the sun was already very high outside the window, and the public memorial service that started at 6 o'clock in the morning had come to an end.

"Everything is quiet! It disturbs the conference, be careful to eat guns!" The soldier outside the window said viciously.

When Exson saw someone paying attention to him, he quickly rushed over like a pug, "Give me some big cigarettes, please give me some morphine, okay? Just a little, just a little, I haven't smoked smoked all morning, please..."

The soldier didn't even look at him, and let the poor worm wail in the room.

At this moment, the public memorial service was over, and a group of soldiers suddenly came from outside the cell and headed straight to the iron gate. "Timolière is the Prime Minister's Order, and Timolière leaves the cell!"

With a click, a lightning bolt exploded in Molière's heart. What did Xiao Letian want to do? Why did the public memorial meeting mention me out? What conspiracy does he have!

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" Molière struggled to escape, but he could hold the strong arms of four CIA spies, and escorted him out with one hand.

"Put on iron wire, brown rope, tie your legs and feet! Dog bastard, today is your public trial meeting, your life is over!"
Chapter completed!