Edmundo was silent for a while in the box, and Geng Chaozhong also began to move backward slowly.
If what Detective Locke said is true, will Edmundo still keep his secrets?
After all, I was introduced here by Yanzi.
"Edmundo," Inspector Locke's voice continued, "think about it carefully. Since the Russian Revolution in 1912, countless people from your ancestors and fathers have returned to that land. It is undeniable that
You have been close to success for a while, and you even assassinated their leader. But, since the establishment of the Cheka, have you ever had a successful assassination? Think about it, is there no other reason for this? "
"For some reason, Russia belongs to them now." Edmundo's voice came again.
"I'll tell you a secret," Inspector Locke sighed helplessly, obviously helpless to Edmundo's stupidity, "Bledsoe is from Cheka."
Bang!
There was the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground in the box, followed by Edmundo's panicked voice:
"you are lying!"
"Why do I need to lie?!" Detective Locke's voice became more serious. "We have conclusive evidence that Bledsoe has dual identities of Cheka and Loyalist. By controlling you, she controls the entire world.
Supreme Royalist!”
"That's impossible, Bledsoe is a good man!" Edmundo retorted loudly.
"Edmundo, you are wrong," came the cold voice of Inspector Locke. "I suspect that your Supreme Royalist Party has had Cheka spies lurking in it since its establishment. They encouraged your leader once
Sneaking back to Russia time and time again, and then annihilating you again and again, this is the real reason why your restoration activities have failed time and time again, at least, it is one of the reasons!"
"Impossible...impossible..." Edmundo's desperate murmur came from the box.
"Edmundo, I would like to ask, are there any people from your father's generation still alive? Or, are there any friends from your father's generation still alive?" Inspector Locke asked.
"A living person?" Edmundo murmured, but he immediately spoke: "Old Ivan?"
"Old Ivan, is that your father's closest servant?" Inspector Locke obviously also knew this person.
"I don't know...I don't know..." Edmundo was shaking his head.
"Where does he live? Edmundo, you need to wake up now! We are not your enemies, and we have no reason to harm you!" Detective Locke struck while the iron was hot.
"RUE. DE MABULI Street, No. 178." Edmundo spoke.
"Everyone, let's go!" The sound of Inspector Locke's leaving footsteps came from the box.
"Wait." Edmundo suddenly stopped Inspector Locke, and Geng Chaozhong in the secret passage also held his breath.
"What's the matter, Edmundo? What else do you know?" Inspector Locke turned around.
"Uh, it's nothing." Edmundo sat back again.
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Geng Chaozhong breathed a sigh of relief and began to move out of the secret passage.
Just now, Edmundo may have wanted to reveal Yanzi's identity, or he may have wanted to reveal his own identity, but in the end, he still did not speak...
Standing behind the neon sign and looking back, Geng Chaozhong saw the long brown-haired Inspector Locke leading his men away.
"RUE.DE.MABULI Avenue, No. 178."
Geng Chaozhong thought for a while and jumped off the sign.
.........
On RUE.DE.MABULI in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, a black car was speeding forward crazily. Parisians walking on both sides of the street all panicked and got out of the way, cursing the crazy driver.
The driver was none other than Geng Chaozhong. After plundering a car near the "Chess and Cards Club", Geng Chaozhong rushed to the address Edmundo called "Old Ivan" as quickly as possible. He had to rush
Before Detective Locke arrives and meets this so-called "Old Ivan", perhaps all the answers to the mystery will be revealed in the mouth of this "Old Ivan".
Boom boom boom!
There was a heavy knock on the door of Apartment No. 178. Geng Chaozhong knocked on the door and looked back - although he was driving extremely crazy, Detective Locke and the others were also driving at a slow speed. He estimated that he could only strive for 5 to 5 at most.
8 minutes of time.
Boom boom boom!
After another round of hard knocks, footsteps finally came from the house, and Geng Chaozhong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who are you?" The door was opened, and a middle-aged man with gray hair appeared in front of him wearing a plaid nightgown. His appearance and behavior showed distinctive Caucasian characteristics.
"Is this old Ivan?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"I am, who are you?" Old Ivan looked at the man whose face was covered by a burqa with a puzzled tone.
"Bledsoe has been arrested, and the Paris Internal Affairs Police are on their way to you!" Geng Chaozhong said in a hurried tone.
Old Ivan's body swayed obviously, and he stared hard at Geng Chaozhong, as if he was still doubting something.
"Swallow, swallow, swallow went to Berlin!" Geng Chaozhong once again said an important message.
call!
Geng Chaozhong was pushed away violently. Old Ivan, who was wearing pajamas and slippers, rushed out crazily. The ties of his pajamas were fluttering in the wind. His two furry thighs strode towards Geng Chaozhong's car not far away.
.
"Damn it!" Geng Chaozhong cursed in a low voice and quickly followed.
The car started with a rumble. Old Ivan sat in the driver's seat and started the car before Geng Chaozhong fully entered the passenger seat.
"Cheers to Comrade Dzerzhinsky, cheers to Comrade SDL," Old Ivan said with an obvious Russian flick in his accent, "Excuse me, who are you?"
Not far away, several cars were already driving.
"Woodpecker." Geng Chaozhong replied. The car had quickly crossed the corner. Obviously, Old Ivan was very familiar with the nearby terrain.
"I've heard of you," Old Ivan glanced sideways at Geng Chaozhong, his thick chest hair swaying in the wind in his open pajamas, "Where's Bledsoe, when was she arrested?"
"This afternoon, there were two groups of people at the scene. I'm not sure whose hands Bledsoe fell into." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"Thank you, you came at the right time," Old Ivan drove the car towards the outskirts of Paris, "However, I'm afraid I have to leave Paris. You know, I have been in Paris for almost 20 years, and people who know me
There are just too many. And those royalist brats, they will eat me."
"In other words, the royalist party has indeed always been in our hands?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Haha, this is the most proud thing we have done since the founding of the Cheka!" Old Ivan suddenly burst out laughing crazily, "We made up a so-called 'Russian royalist organization' out of thin air to attack people in exile abroad.
The White Bandit Group conducts fishing law enforcement, and the operation code is "Trust"! This organization has been established for twenty years. It can be said that I have been fighting for this great plan my whole life. This is really crazy. I have to admire it.
Comrade Dzerzhinsky, he is simply a genius!"
PS: This is not fabricated, the content is all based on historical facts. You can even think of the current foreign DL, hehe.