Chapter 14 Closing the Net

Guizot's face froze and he looked at Valian: "Take care of your people! What is he talking about?"

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the latter showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and turned slightly sideways. Only then did Guizot see a dagger pressed against his lower back.

Guizo's pupils shrank and he jumped up suddenly, about to grab the door handle, but the thin man was faster. The moment his butt left the seat, his right hand had already caught his neck and pressed him against the backrest. .

Guizot struggled hard and shouted hysterically:

"Let me go! I am the Paris Police Chief! You can't arrest me without evidence!"

The man who had been silent sitting on the right side of Valian suddenly spoke:

"I, Ambroise de Herman, have witnessed everything just now on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, and I can prove your guilt."

The car door was opened from the outside. Arden and a policeman pointed their guns at Guizot and said angrily: "I was driving just now. We heard it too, and we can all testify!"

Guizot suddenly collapsed...

In the open space of the St. Anthony District Police Station, Joseph watched a large number of police officers running past in front of him. He kept nodding to them, and the police officers responded with loud slogans.

Arden was very excited and was still talking to the Crown Prince about what happened in the early morning. He couldn't stop at all:

"Vicomte Antoine's men were waiting at the corner of the street and took Guizot away. I think they went to the interrogation room of the secret police...well, the royal police. I followed another team to search Guizot's home. , I saw some bulges on the head of the bed, and I felt something was wrong. After smashing it open, I found a hidden compartment..."

Joseph had just listened to this story once, and smiled and said: "Then I found the notebook. You made a great contribution this time."

Guizot's notes recorded information on the main gangs and a large number of murderers in the Saint-Antoine district. The last few pages of the notebook are records of Guizot providing protection to these people and collecting black money.

Joseph immediately mobilized all the police forces under his command, and cooperated with his own guards. According to the plan, he went straight to the lair of the criminals.

An extremely unstable day ushered in the St. Anthony District. Members of various gangs and criminals were caught off guard and were chased all over the street. However, they were soon pinned to the ground by explosion-proof waist and forks, and some who resisted were eaten. bullet.

The arrest operation lasted for two days. After receiving the news, citizens consciously stayed at home to cooperate with the police's actions. Some brave people even armed themselves with sticks and helped the police intercept criminals at the street corners.

The cells of the Saint-Antoine police station were quickly filled, and subsequent murderers were sent to the Bastille.

Such a big movement attracted reporters from almost all Paris to inquire about it.

On White Iris Street, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, deep nasolabial folds, and a deep expression, as if he was thinking about life at any time, frowned and looked across the road. There was a group of royal guards holding seven or eight people with their hands tied, looking downcast. People passing by with blood on their mouths and noses.

The young man next to him said nervously: "Mr. Mara, you really don't need to come here in person. It seems quite dangerous here..."

"It doesn't matter." Mara waved her hand, "If you don't go to the scene in person, you will never know the truth!"

He quickly walked into a grocery store, bought something casually, pointed to the royal guards in the distance and asked the shop owner: "Do you know what they are doing? Catch political prisoners?"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "What kind of political prisoner? The ones tied up are the Viper Gang guys, they have never done any good things!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a scar: "Look, I was beaten by the Viper Gang last year. Before the Crown Prince brought the new police team, they blackmailed me for five livres every month! God bless the Crown Prince, Now these nasty guys have finally been caught! I will have money to buy some butter for my children in the future!"

Mala habitually took out her notebook and started recording: "Can you tell me about the new police team?"

"Of course." The shop owner put down what he was doing and looked at him and said, "Are you a reporter? Haha, can you write my words of thanks to the Crown Prince in the newspaper?"

"Ah? But, it's okay..."

After chatting for a while, Mara, who was filled with words praising the crown prince, left the grocery store suspiciously, stopped a passerby on the street, and asked the police and guards again what they were doing.

Then he got the same answer as the shop owner.

After interviewing seven or eight people in a row, visiting the security booth on Bai Iris Street, and even directly questioning the arrested murderer, he finally began to believe that the royal family had actually done something very beneficial to the people!

This is so abnormal!

In his impression, the royal family and the great nobles have always only exploited and bullied the people, but they have eliminated the harm for the people without apportioning the expenses to everyone. This is definitely the first time.

But he is a person who respects facts. After obtaining a large amount of first-hand interview materials, he immediately returned to the hotel and wrote the title of tomorrow's press release on paper - "The Crown Prince has achieved remarkable results in reforming the police force and eradicated the criminal foundation of St. Anthony District in one fell swoop." ".

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Several gray-black carriages drove along the north bank of the Seine River toward the Palace of Versailles.

In the car in the middle, Joseph coughed and felt like he was sitting on a pile driver, and he was about to be knocked apart.

He rubbed his sore forehead and thought to himself: We need to quickly get a spring shock absorber, and preferably tires. We will be riding horse-drawn carriages a lot in the future, so don't be upset by this thing.

Yesterday, he received a letter of commendation from the cabinet, praising his achievements in eliminating criminals in the Saint-Antoine district in one fell swoop, and asking him to return to the Palace of Versailles to report on his work. At the end was the signature of the king and queen.

Joseph smiled in his heart and shook his head. He reported on his duties more than 20 days after taking office. This was a record for him. It was probably because Shiliu and the Queen missed their son and found an excuse to let him go back.

But this coincides with my own plan.

Joseph has no intention of staying in the police station forever. His primary goal has always been to save France's finances and prevent the country from going bankrupt and being hacked by the mob.

It would be a good time to take advantage of the achievements in fighting crime this time and ask the Queen for the position of Assistant to the Minister of Finance, and see what other objections the cabinet members have.

Speaking of which, I would like to thank Guizot for achieving such great results in the St. Anthony District this time.

If he had not spent tens of thousands of livres to create chaos, he would not have been able to carry out the "anti-gang and evil" operation that shocked the whole of Paris.

Joseph glanced at the pages in his hand.

Those are Guizot's confession and interrogation records sent by the secret police.

He learned from this that his operation of reorganizing the police force had affected the police department to sell police jobs to make money, which led to Guizot's crazy revenge.

Spurred on by the 20,000 livres, the gang members in the Saint-Antoine district killed more than a dozen citizens in a few days, injured many more, and the situation almost got out of control.

Joseph couldn't help but take a deep breath. If it weren't for Similion's lack of anti-financial reconnaissance awareness, he would definitely be in trouble, and the police reform might be abandoned halfway.