In the biting cold wind, the carriage gradually stopped in the forest and merged into the boundless darkness.
Danglars, who was in the carriage thinking about his future after escaping from France, did not notice anything unusual at first. He just thought that the coachman wanted to take a rest, but gradually, he noticed something was wrong.
Why do you keep stopping here?
Could it be...?
An ominous premonition flashed through his heart.
It stands to reason that the middleman he found is very reliable, so there should be no problem with the coachman the middleman found. However, everything is unpredictable, and at this moment, he can no longer trust anyone.
He reached into his arms and held the pistol tightly while lowering his voice and asking.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
When he didn't get any response, Tangglar felt even worse. He couldn't help but open the car window, and then looked forward through the car window.
However, at this time, he was shocked to find that the driver's seat was empty - no wonder he stopped!
In panic, he glanced around. Under the moonlight, branches and leaves everywhere were fluttering in the wind, and low hissing sounds echoed in the woods. These swaying shadows were like ghosts in hell floating everywhere.
.
Ruined!
Now Tangglar knew in his heart that he must be in trouble. He quickly wanted to retract his head and prepare to evacuate with his luggage.
However, his luck in this life seems to have ended here.
At this moment, an arm stretched out from the darkness, hooked directly around his neck, and then forcibly pulled his head to block the edge of the car window.
In an instant, the pain of the heavy impact made Tanglar's eyes darken, and he took a breath of pain; before he could cry out, a sense of suffocation made his eyes dizzy.
He struggled desperately, grabbing the arm with his hand and trying to break free, but the arm was as strong as steel and he couldn't break it open. His other hand trembled and tried to pick up the pistol from his arms, but because
At this moment, he was suffocated and weak, and the originally light pistol felt like a huge weight. He couldn't lift it, let alone lift it up and shoot out of the car window.
He opened his mouth wide, sucking in air like a fish fished out of a fish tank. However, such a futile move failed to supply oxygen to his brain, because the steel-like hand was still stuck mercilessly.
Holding his neck, making his breathing meaningless.
Soon, he felt that his brain was extremely heavy, and the feeling of swelling and cracking made his heart beat extremely fast, and his life force was squeezed out bit by bit.
His legs kicked out meaninglessly, stamping out chaotic syllables on the floor of the carriage, like the footsteps of the God of Death.
Due to the severe lack of oxygen supply to the brain, his consciousness became blurry in a short period of time. Everything in his eyes became distorted and then disappeared. In the confusion, he seemed to hear the compartment door being opened.
, someone walked in, but although he had a gun on him at this time, he was completely unable to resist.
He fell into a coma and became unconscious.
In just a few minutes, the carriage went from quiet to noisy, and then back to silence. The door of the carriage opened, and a man in black dragged out the unconscious Tanglar and threw him to the ground.
The Count of Monte Cristo stood outside the carriage, looking coldly at Danglars lying at his feet.
Just now, it was he who used the strong and powerful hands that belonged to sailor Edmond Dantès to make the bastard fall into coma.
If he had been willing, he could have just suffocated Tanglar to death.
But...how could he be so cheap?
Now, you have finally fallen into my hands... Edmond Dantès looked at the banker at his feet with the help of moonlight with eyes without any emotion at all.
"Pah, pah, pah." At this moment, there were several gentle claps nearby, and then, the Marquis of Treville walked out of the darkness.
"Well done, count." He congratulated Edmond Dantès with a smile, and then walked up to Danglars.
Then, he raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
With this soft sound, everyone else walked away directly so as not to disturb the secret conversation between the two adults.
"Our people just searched him carefully. He didn't carry much... but it was very valuable. In addition to the pistol, there was also a large amount of cash and securities -" Marquis Treville
Although he is usually calm, there was a hint of excitement in his voice at this moment, "Although I have no time to count it carefully now, I think the amount of money is close to two million - your prediction is indeed right.
This bastard ran away before the ultimatum expired, and he didn't even think about his wife and daughter! I'm afraid that by tomorrow, Duke Nordlyon will be so angry that he will go crazy, hahahaha!"
Two million! This is a number that the Marquis of Treville has not been able to touch for a long, long time - what's even better is that he knows that it is the money lost by his father-in-law.
So, it's double the joy!
Compared to the movements of the Marquis de Treville, Edmond Dantès seemed unusually calm. It’s not that he didn’t care about money, it was just that at this time all his energy had been concentrated on the joy of revenge, and money was temporarily not interested in him.
It means nothing to him.
"I knew he would do this. I know him too well..." Edmond Dantes curled his lips, "Now, everything is in our hands, whether it is his people or his
money.”
"Then have you thought about what to do with this money?" Marquis Treville asked pretending to be casual.
If he had been responsible for this operation alone, he would have swallowed up the huge sum of money without saying a word, making the Treville family rich overnight - however, this operation was planned by the Count of Monte Cristo, and it was also
He chose the target, so from any aspect, the Count of Monte Cristo has the highest priority.
Although money is attractive to people's hearts, the Marquis knows that some things are much more important than money.
Edmond Dantès was stunned.
He hadn't thought about this problem.
He is a smart man, so he knew that since the Marquis of Treville came to ask him specifically, it also meant that the Marquis wanted a piece of the pie.
Logically speaking, all these trophies should be handed over to His Majesty, but if he does this, it will inevitably chill the hearts of others.
Anyway, this is an unexpected fortune. Even if it is not all handed over to His Majesty, it is not considered a violation of one's loyalty...
After making up his mind, he raised his head and looked at the Marquis, "Marquis, I plan to take the one million cash we got from Mr. Danglars and donate it to His Majesty. I think he will be very happy."
The Marquis of Treville is also a smart man. When he heard the count say this, he immediately understood what the other party meant.
In other words, leave one million for everyone to share privately!
It seems that the earl is indeed a sensible and decent person, and he will definitely be worth making friends with in the future.
When he thought of this, he smiled slightly.
"Earl, since you trust me so much, I might as well make a plan for you - you take five hundred thousand, I take four hundred thousand, and the remaining one hundred thousand will be divided among the others present today. What do you think?"
"I...I don't need so much." Edmond Dantes shook his head quickly.
"If you don't take it, who will?" the Marquis asked, "just feel free to take it. You are the mastermind and the first contributor, so you should get the biggest share."
Now that the Marquis said so, Edmond Dantès could only nod his head. "Okay, thank you for your kind words, General."
"It is only I who thank you!" replied the Marquis de Treville with a laugh.
He was indeed extremely happy. In just one night, he made a fortune, which was enough to be worth his income in the years after he retired. More importantly, this was just the beginning.
The days of prosperity are not far away.
Not only money, fame and power will also gather in front of you, just waiting for you to lean down and pick it up... just wait!
Then, he reached out and patted Edmond Dantès gently on the shoulder, as if he had given everything here to him, then turned around and left, blending into the darkness of the night like everyone else.
among.
Of course he would not leave just like that, but he knew that Danglars was the count's personal enemy, and he wanted to leave some private time for the count - time to vent his revenge, anger and happiness.
The forest has returned to silence, and all the sins in the world have been carefully hidden here. No one will know what happened here on this cold night.
In the boundless darkness, Tanglar gradually regained consciousness.
Then, he immediately felt unbearable pain in his neck and head.
"Ah..." He let out a dull groan, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Then, when he had just regained consciousness, he was shocked to find that a foot was stepping on his forehead - and this was one of the sources of his pain.
He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of this foot, but it seemed to have a huge force on it and kept stepping on him. The harder he struggled, the harder he struggled. Finally, the pain made the weak Tanglar give up the struggle.
He collapsed on the ground.
"Are you awake?" At this time, a voice came from his ears.
Maybe it was because of his physical weakness, or maybe because of insufficient oxygen supply to his brain. In short, the voice sounded like a harsh buzzing sound to him, which made him feel uneasy after hearing it.
He rummaged around in his arms, only to find that the pistol in his arms was gone. As for the "luggage" he was carrying, it was even gone.
It's over...everything is over.
At this moment, he was completely defeated by despair.
Obviously, he encountered a premeditated conspiracy, and the capital he had reserved for a comeback had been robbed by these people.
There is nothing left except this life.
No...as long as there is this life, there is still hope for everything. Wasn't Tanglar penniless at the beginning? In the end, he still had everything! It's the same now!
With a little renewed hope, he reluctantly raised his eyes and looked at the person stepping on his head.
Because he couldn't raise his head, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and under the moonlight, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze.
But this does not prevent him from begging the other party.
"Sir, spare my life...please spare my life..." He mustered up his last strength and begged the other party again and again, "You have got what you want, please let me go! I don't want anything, I just want to stay."
Just take this life! Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. You know, I just want to escape from this country... Please spare my life!"
He begged regardless of face, but the other party seemed unmoved at all, and the foot on his face did not loosen.
Tangglar knew in his heart that the other party had robbed him of a large sum of money, so he definitely wanted to kill someone to silence him - according to normal logic, this was the most effective way to get away with it once and for all.
So... you must not let him do this!
He racked his brains desperately to find a way to escape.
Obviously, since the other party has laid such a dragnet and acted in such a ruthless manner, it can be seen that they are cold-blooded and ruthless desperadoes. The fact that they did not kill him immediately is not because they are compassionate, but because they want to squeeze more things from themselves.
But now that I am at the end of my rope, where can I find more?
More...more...
In front of the God of death, Tangglar's mind was overwhelmed with thoughts, desperately trying to find the last hope of survival.
He is willing to give up all dignity and personality just for the chance to continue living.
So, he made up his mind and shouted out desperately, "I have a wife and I have daughters! They are both beautiful! I will give them to you! Spare my life, and I can transfer the custody to you."
!By the way...and my house...my house is very beautiful, I will give it to you too! Don't kill me!"
In fact, his house has already been mortgaged to others, but now he is desperately trying to survive, and of course he is talking about it in a nice way.
At this moment, Tanglar felt that the foot on his face was loosened.
Is this the condition for their own survival? He was wailing in his heart.
But even so, it was worth it, as long as he survived... His heart was bleeding, but he was also unspeakably happy.
After all, they were all people he had abandoned, so it wouldn't be too much to take advantage of them in the end, right? He quickly found an excuse for himself.
"It's really sad." At this moment, he heard the other party speak again, and his voice was still so harsh, "Since we have reached this point, I might as well tell you that I mortgaged your mansion through an intermediary, that is to say
It already belongs to me—"
Tangela was hit hard by this bad news.
It turns out that someone has already been deliberately trying to deal with him... No wonder bankruptcy comes so suddenly and is so unstoppable!
Then, having freed himself from the restraints, he raised his head fiercely, wanting to see clearly what the person who had put him in such a situation looked like.
With the help of the moonlight, he quickly saw the other person's face. Although this face was unfamiliar, it seemed to be a little bit familiar.
He turned around in his mind, desperately searching for his memories.
"Count of Monte Cristo! You are the chamberlain of the Bonaparte family, Count of Monte Cristo!"
The other party did not deny it, but looked at him coldly, as if admiring his dying struggle.
Why did the Bonaparte family want to harm him like this? He couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter.
Tangglar felt relieved and instead of cursing the other party, he knelt down directly in front of the other party.
"You must be in need of subordinates, right? Please let me dedicate everything to you and the Bonaparte family..." He kept begging, "I have experience, I have connections, I will complete all your orders... Please You’re welcome!”
However, his begging did not make the rock shake even a little bit.
"Besides this name, I have another name I want to tell you -" the cold voice entered Tanglar's ears again, "Edmond Dantès, do you remember it?"
"Edmond Dantès..." Danglars read out the name with an incomparable chill.
Everything was understood, but it was already too late.
The last bit of strength and the last bit of hope disappeared. He was like a popped balloon, paralyzed to the ground in despair.