In a slum north of the city, four black corpses lay down in a dirty house. Molière held a revolver in his hand and was looking out through the crack in the window. When he found more than a dozen water ghost soldiers with oil paint on his face running by on the street, he subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Shut up! Block their mouths..." Moliè's subordinates blocked the hostage's mouth tightly, fearing that the signal of asking for help would disturb the water ghost soldiers outside.

No matter how small Dakar is, it is a small town with a population of more than 30,000. It is not easy for Qiu Wei and the others to find hiding people in tens of thousands of private houses. Now, as long as Molière can delay time until dawn, he will win.

The chaos in Dakar continued, but the slums near the north of the city calmed down unusually after passing the team of soldiers.

Molière found out that there were only a few black people stealing things outside the window. He finally settled down and waved his hand to signal the prisoners to let go.

Moliè walked to Sun Chujian and looked a little embarrassed, "I have to admit that your actions have exceeded my imagination. Are you not afraid of your identity being exposed? It turns out that they are a group of madmen. They dare to take such a big risk to save you!"

"What a great comrade-in-arms, I'm really touched..." Moliè said mockingly. "From the perspective of an ordinary soldier and an ordinary citizen, these soldiers who bravely rescue comrades regardless of their own safety are heroes..."

"But, from the perspective of politicians, your courage is actually stupid... Don't be dissatisfied, you should know that a qualified politician, the most important quality of a military strategist is to understand how to choose!"

"Just for the sake of you more than 30 people, you will not hesitate to expose yourself, destroy all Xiao Letian's strategic arrangements, and even attract the main forces of the British and French naval forces to annihilate them... I really don't know if you are stupid or smart!"

"Hahaha... Is this kind of talent Xiao Letian trained? I am so glad that it is you, a group of rude warriors who are full of passion and ignorant thoughts, so you are destined to fail, no matter how many advantages you have taken before..."

Listening to Molière's ridicule, Sun Chu was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and made Molière inexplicably frightened, "Damn it, why are you laughing at? Do you think you will definitely be able to take me? Stop dreaming, you are just a circumstance! When your value is gone, I will send you to the gallows with your own hands!"

Sun Chujian curled his lips, "I'm so harsh and weak on the inside... Do you know that there is an old Chinese saying that "A thousand words are worse than silent? Of course you don't understand. Your superficial heart can't bear much pressure at all, so you have to vent your words..."

"Mr. Molière, you have been exposed!"

Moliè rushed over and grabbed Sun Chujian's collar. "I'm exposed? What did I expose? Damn, you just want to anger me and then give me a pleasure... In this way, I will have no witnesses, right? You will become a hero, right? Your accomplices can run away with peace of mind, is that true!"

"So you want to anger me..." Molière shouted at the top of his lungs. His emotions were really on the verge of collapse today.

Sun Chujian's lips curled up, "Since you captured me, you have mentioned to me four times in a row that Paris was a witness. If you are not Alzheimer's disease, then it can only be said that Paris is an eye that you cannot avoid in your subconscious mind!"

"I'm sorry I used a word that only Chinese people can understand. Eye means array eyes, or a key point of the situation, and a place where danger and opportunity coexist... The more you emphasize, the more you prove that you are guilty. The more you are guilty, the more you hope to find some motivational information from the outside world to support you..."

"Hahaha...humans are so wonderful. People only devote their emotions to the people and things they care about. Who would take a look at the things they don't care about?"

Seeing his eyes flashing with wisdom, Sun Chu sneered, "Do you think I'm bragging? Well, I can tell you my analysis... Paris is the capital of France, where is your emperor and your cabinet government? I know that Napoleon III was a powerful monarch. Unfortunately, the French who experienced the Great Revolution were born disliked the imperial power..."

"The cabinet was just surrendering to the emperor on the surface. Napoleon III did not achieve absolute centralization. The concentration of power in his hands was even worse than that of the backward Qing Dynasty..."

"Under this political system, even the emperor can only mobilize some national resources. I heard that the French Army's rear-mounted rifled rifles have not been popularized 100%. It is conceivable that the French cabinet has already had differences with your emperor in terms of fiscal budget!"

"I know very well what you, Morie, want to do. Get the evidence of the existence of the Zhiyuan and send both personal and physical evidence to Paris. On the surface, it is for revenge, for the honor of France... In fact, it is nonsense. What you think in your heart is just to help your Emperor, forcibly pass the plan of additional military expenditure from the cabinet..."

"Hey? Why are you trembling? I'm telling you the central thing... You are going to bring back personal evidence to Paris, so that those politicians with great hearts can take a look. Even the barbaric and backward Chinese already have such a warship that is against the will. Can France do not add military expenses?"

"A really exists iron-armored warship, a crazy bloody battle in Dakar will surely become the thorn that hurts France's heart. When the national dignity is hit, your emperor's ruling crisis will naturally be resolved, and even the gap in military spending can be resolved by issuing several national debts..."

"Hahaha, what a good plan! Look, we Chinese are not all stupid, you can deceive others by your little plan, but you can't deceive me..."

Molière loosened his hands, looked at Sun Chujian in horror as if he had seen a ghost, "You, you..."

Sun Chujian raised his tied hands and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuffs. "What's wrong with me? Did it hit your weakness? Don't forget that the bureaucratic class in China has appeared since the Han Dynasty. By the time of the Song Dynasty, China's bureaucratic forces had already become Mahayana..."

"By the Ming and Qing dynasties, bureaucrats could compete with the emperor... Over the past thousands of years, our Chinese ancestors have left countless cases of political struggle for us to learn... Now do you think I can't analyze your little thoughts? Hahaha..."

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