Xiao Letian never expected that he had just returned to Berlin and had not had dinner before he met the special envoy sent by Besmai outside the train station.

"Head of the People's Republic of China! Head of the People's Republic of China wants to see you and let you know if there is any important thing! Please get on the carriage quickly..."

The outside of the railway station was full of fully armed soldiers and black carriages. The people in the convoy were familiar faces. During this period of time, these people had been important members of the negotiation group and often had contact with Xiao Letian and others.

Among them are even the first secretary of Prime Minister Besmer and the first adjutant of Chief of Staff of General Moltke. These are all officials in Prussia who have real power. They can personally welcome Xiao Lotte and his party at the railway station, which shows that the matter is indeed very big.

Xiao Letian and the others did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly rode a carriage under the escort of elite cavalry and set off towards the Prime Minister's residence.

Berlin late at night has a unique beauty. The orange gas lights reflect the streets and emit a soft light, which makes people feel very relaxed and comfortable.

But this murderous cavalry team destroyed the atmosphere. The citizens on both sides of the street were so scared that they hid away. Looking at the hurried army, no one knew what was going on.

In the carriage, Prime Minister Benmay's secretary whispered to Xiao Letian, "First of the People's Republic of China! The latest situation is coming from France. I don't know the specific details very well, but I have a premonition that the war is probably getting closer..."

The cavalry leading the way drove away all the vehicles and pedestrians on the street, and the entire convoy arrived at the Prime Minister's residence without any obstacles. As soon as the car arrived at the door, Xiao Letian jumped out of the car with a pale face and walked into the residence with great strides.

As soon as I arrived at the living room, I saw the three men of Besme, Old Moltke, and Crown Prince Carl.

"What happened?" Xiao Letian threw the cloak to the guard.

Pismey was holding a thick cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. He couldn't suppress his excitement and said, "There's something going on in Paris, something going on in Paris! This is our best chance!"

"Look at it. This is the news that our intelligence department just sent. At this moment, Paris is in chaos. Napoleon III is simply an idiot pig."

Xiao Letian took the telegram and looked at it in a glance. At the end, he saw that his eyes were as big as an egg and he put down the telegram in disbelief.

"My God! This is too dramatic, I really can't believe it's the real thing!"

Old Moltke pinched his beard and sneered, "France is now that virtue. Napoleon III relied on his cruel and high pressure to rule the empire...thing like this happened more than once or twice!"

Prince Carl raised his neck and killed half a glass of spirits. "There is a proverb in Europe, do you know? Napoleon III relied on 500,000 troops, 500,000 officials, and 500,000 black troops to rule France together!"

"You may not know what the Black Army is, but in fact it is the shameless Catholic monks wearing black robes. Do you think Napoleon was so desperate to show kindness to the Vatican, and he really had money and nowhere to spend it?"

"No, he wants to use the power of religion to rule the French people! What era has it been? He also wants to do the medieval style, and his failure is already destined!"

Xiao Letian lit a cigarette, but he was speechless. He looked at the big words at the beginning of the telegram for a long time and couldn't relieve the gods.

"Victor Nova, a reporter from the Marseille, was shot dead by Napoleon III's nephew at 9 am today!"

Napoleon III had a nephew who was named prince, so of course Xiao Letian knew about this. The name of that nephew was Pierre Bonaparte, and he had the same name as Xiao Letian's gold medal analyst.

However, although the names are the same, the fates of the two are completely different. With the support of the emperor's uncle, this nephew was named prince early. His reputation is very poor in Paris. He is greedy for alcohol and lustful, loves hunting, and often relies on his uncle's prestige to duel with others. He belongs to a very rude noble.

However, he also knew who gave his wealth, so he tried his best to protect his uncle's prestige in both public and private places.

There is a newspaper in Paris called Le Marseille, which often publishes articles criticizing the emperor's policies, and this reporter Victor Nova works in this newspaper.

Victorova was also a staunch anti-imperialist. He sympathized with the working class and supported the republicans. He often wrote some articles in newspapers and attacked current affairs with fierce words.

Some time ago, he directly wrote an article to criticize Napoleon III's constitutional reform that clearly deceived the people.

This was very lively. Napoleon III's ignorant nephew angrily wrote a duel to the editor-in-chief of the Masai newspaper, and insisted on fighting to the death in the arena.

The editor-in-chief of the Marseille newspaper was also a stubborn donkey who was unafraid of being cold. He accepted the war book on the spot and asked Victorova to send back a war book he wrote.

As a result, a tragedy happened during the process of sending the war letter! In the prince's palace, Victor Nova had no fear and had a fierce quarrel with him. The two sides started to verbally disagree with their political views.

Pierre Bonaparte was also a good person. He couldn't tell the reporter, but he took out his pistol and killed Victor Nova in the living room on the spot.

What is even more infuriating is that the emperor's nephew was not guilty or fearful. He even asked his subordinates to carry the body and throw it back to the newspaper in public.

This is to kill people to establish authority. Pierre Bonaparte's stupid brain may think that this will scare those rebels to death!

Don't throw the body into the Marseille newspaper, the entire Paris newspaper industry was completely shocked, and then all the civil political groups went crazy.

The royal family dares to kill citizens without law, and they are journalists with high reputation. This is a challenge to human rights.

Putting down the wine glass, he raised his mouth and said, "At this moment, the entire working class in Paris and the Republicans have begun to connect secretly. At least 300 secret parties are being held tonight!"

"Tomorrow the citizens of Paris will take to the streets to attend the funeral of reporter Victor Nova. God knows what chaos will happen, so let's guess how many people will take to the streets? 20,000, 50,000, or 100,000?"

"I'm really looking forward to it! This funeral will definitely turn into a demonstration at the end. Napoleon III's life will probably be difficult!"

Note: Victor Nova is a real person in history. He died in January 1870. In the novel, for the sake of the plot, he lived for two more months.

Victor Nova was indeed shot dead by Napoleon III's nephew, and the story in this chapter is real!
Chapter completed!