Chapter 11 The Prince’s Guards

"This situation is not right." Joseph frowned and thought, "Are the gangs in St. Anthony District going crazy these days?"

He immediately ordered Arden: "From now on, everyone will extend the hours of police dispatch to make everyone work harder and double the performance. Night patrols must be particularly strengthened, and something may happen."

 "yes!"

Arden stroked his chest and saluted, and was about to turn around and leave when he saw the officer in charge of police personnel running in, sweating profusely:

"Your Highness, suddenly a large number of police officers asked for leave...it is estimated that there are nearly a hundred people."

"Nearly a hundred people?!" Arden was stunned. There were about 400 people in total in the St. Anthony District, including the main police force and the handymen, which meant that a quarter of them were on leave.

"Yes, there are people who say they are sick or have trouble at home."

Joseph took the leave list and looked through it. They were all former members of the police force. Among them, the logistics team accounted for the majority, and there were also about a dozen criminal police officers.

And the person who took the lead in asking for leave turned out to be the second-in-command of the police station, Bono!

Joseph's eyes narrowed slightly. Vicious cases occurred frequently over there. He just said that he would mobilize all the troops to maintain public order, so why are they asking for leave on a large scale?

How can there be such a coincidence? There must be something wrong here!

Arden said anxiously: "Your Highness, we are in need of manpower now. They..."

Joseph turned around and handed the list of leave requests to his personal attendant, and said coldly: "Emman, take the doctor to verify them one by one. Anyone who does not match the reason for the leave will be fired immediately!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Dig a hole for me?" Joseph smiled coldly, "It can save a lot of salary. There are only a hundred people, do you think there is nothing I can do about it?"

He first ordered Arden, Magoni and other security inspectors to lead a team to maintain public order, and then signaled to the captain of the Crown Prince's guard who had been standing five steps away:

"Viscount Kesoder, how many of my guards are here?"

The latter said without hesitation: "105 people, Your Highness."

On the surface, Joseph was only accompanied by two or three guards, but in fact, there were a large number of Crown Prince Guards on guard within 300 meters of him at any time.

"Deploy 90 people to go to the streets with Magoni and others to maintain law and order."

"Your Highness," Kesoud said, standing straight, "This is against the rules..."

"The rules are set by people, don't be so rigid." Joseph smiled, "Besides, you are my guards, so you are right to listen to me."

Kesoud's face was filled with the fortitude and uncompromisingness of a soldier: "Your Highness, our duty is to protect your safety! I think His Majesty the King will never agree to your proposal."

"Your Majesty the King?" Joseph suddenly smiled slyly, turned around and took out the letter from Louis XVI a few days ago from the drawer, and handed the last page to the stubborn captain, "I really have your Majesty's approval."

"Huh?" Kesoud was surprised.

Joseph pointed to his belief and said: "'Just let it go...if there is a problem, I will take care of it for you.' This is His Majesty's handwriting, you must follow his instructions."

Kesoud was stunned: "But..."

Joseph threatened again: "If you don't listen to me, then I will personally lead the patrol. You just heard the situation outside now."

"You must not go on patrol!" Kesoud hurriedly stopped him. After a moment of stalemate, he finally said with a grimace, "Your Highness, Major Faison must not know about this. In addition, you must not leave the police station."

Feisen is the captain of the palace guard at Versailles and Kesoder's immediate superior.

"Deal!" Joseph nodded, "Don't worry, I've left 15 people here, there's no problem with their safety."

Kesode saluted again, exited Joseph's office, walked quickly to the open space outside the police station, took out the whistle from his pocket, and blew twice hard.

In an instant, more than a hundred of the Crown Prince's guards, armed with swords and guns, gathered from all sides like a tide and stood in five columns at an extremely fast speed.

Kesode motioned to several officers to come out and whispered a few instructions to them.

"Yes!" the officers shouted loudly, and then each led his men and ran out of the police station. The team also included 10 cavalry.

...

In a dilapidated house in the Huaike neighborhood filled with the smell of foot odor and sour vomit, several leaders of the Black Sheep Gang were holding drinks and laughing wildly: "After all, Bai Yuegui's girls are good enough, but the St. Anthony district is not so good." Good stuff."

The leader took a big sip of wine and glanced at the man with disdain: "Looking at your unseen look, when it comes to skilled women, the ones in the Louvre area are the top ones! It costs 30 livres a night, that Breasts, tsk tsk..."

A man with half an ear missing said in a rough voice: "We have made 2,000 livres in the past few days. From now on, will the high-end watchers in the Louvre area be able to play casually?"

Someone immediately laughed at him: "Varian, your high-class cousin lost all his money in the casino, 150 livres, right? You must have urine on your hands, haha."

"Half Ear" grabbed the "Paris News" next to him, burped, and counterattacked: "Did you see it? The matter of my burning shoe shop has been published in the newspaper, and the crooked policeman from Similion will send it tomorrow 1,000 livres! Are you afraid that you won't have enough money to go to the technical institute?"

"Look at how promising you are," the big leader pointed at the few people in front of him with his wine bottle, "Do you know how to be a skilled woman? Work harder for me and win the 20,000 livres. Then I will take you to play real games. Noble girl, haha!"

The leaders suddenly showed their lustful looks and howled one after another: "Listen to the boss!"

"The Hoss Gang doesn't care, the 20,000 livres must be ours!"

"I'll take someone to do it tomorrow!"

Since Similion promised them to pay 1,000 livres for every major crime they committed three days ago, the Black Sheep Gang has given the gang members death orders, plus heavy rewards, and created chaos at all costs. Although many young men have been arrested by the police in the past few days, they have also made a lot of money.

Several leaders thought about being rich and wealthy, and did not fall asleep until late at night.

As soon as the sun rose the next day, they were awakened by a banging on the door, "Boss, boss! It's not good, a brother is dead!"

The big leader got up from the bed, rubbed his forehead that was sore due to hangover, and said displeasedly:

"What are you yelling about? Why don't you kill someone? Who did it? The Hoss gang or the police?"

"No, none of them." The voice outside the door trembled a little, "It's the royal guard, and three people died..."

"Royal Guards?" The big leader frowned and kicked his stumbling men, "Get out of here and go see what's going on!"

After a while, the two leaders went out cursing and followed the man who reported the message with a few of their men.

Before they had gone far, they saw a group of royal guards approaching across the street wearing exquisite uniforms, feathered tricorn hats, royal badges, sophisticated weapons, and impressive weapons.

"What are these people doing in St. Anthony District?" "Half Ear" asked nervously.

"They seem to be maintaining law and order." The boy who reported the news said with a sad face, "There are many of them, almost on every street."