The French are destined to be inseparable from wine. Romantic French people do not like whiskeys with high alcohol content, and hate beer that is full of foam and easily fatten. In their eyes, grape wine is like a romantic French lover. It has a strong fruit aroma and does not make you spicy, and it has a strong stamina and can make people feel a floating feeling.

Wine and beauty are both the favorites of the French, but everything has a certain degree. If you like it too much, it will certainly be a mistake. This is clearly visible to the French detective Pierre.

There are countless taverns hidden in the narrow and dim alley in Paris. Many alcoholics often soak in the door as soon as they open the door in the morning. In the smokey bar, there are poets, musicians, painters, down-and-out businessmen, injured veterans, and of course, tender strippers.

Pierre is a long-time guest here. His arms are placed on the bar, and his head is resting on it. He is enjoying the dancer's dance through the clear wine.

This is a way to appreciate beauty that Pierre invented himself. When the dancer's figure came into view through the red wine, the distorted image had a unique flavor like mellow wine.

"It's so beautiful, but unfortunately I'm short of money. If there is a top-notch Bordeaux wine here, the reflected beauty image will definitely be more perfect..."

Before Pierre could finish speaking, he saw a big hand flashing from the shaking wine, and a golden franc was slapped on the table.

"Exchange this detective's bottle of Bordeaux wine..."

Pierre looked up in surprise, but found an officer in a lieutenant colonel's army uniform standing in front of him.

"Oh, it's you, Sharif! Haven't you served in North Africa? Are the desert natives now able to understand the greatness of French civilization? Are they no longer causing trouble? Oh, don't look at me, I saw the shadow of conspiracy in your eyes... "Lieutenant Colonel Sharif looked at Pierre with regret and said softly, "My friend, in fact, with your strength, you should have been promoted to the colonel, but you have been in the position of major for seven years. How many seven years can you have in your life?"

"I really don't understand what is in your mind. The major general's daughter is already engaged. Why do you still seduce her?"

"No, no..." Pierre blushed at all, without any meaning. "My friend, you can't look at the problem like this. What I pursue is pure love, eternal love..."

"Shut up!" Lieutenant Colonel Sharif was almost mad at the nose. "Love? How many girls have you pursued from the university campus to now? One hundred or two hundred? You are just a lunatic..."

"Come with your wine and have a new task for you. This time it is a great contribution. If you can complete it successfully, maybe you can reach the same level as me, so leave quickly..."

Pierre was dizzy and grabbed his hat, muttering, "Oh, can't you wait for me for a while? The beautiful girl now has a strip of cloth left on her body. You let me appreciate it with fine wine..."

"Shut up, don't mention your disgusting and perverted habit in front of me. The motherland needs you..." Pierre was pulled out by Sharif as he spoke.

It was already late at night outside the bar, and the cool wind made Pierre sober. He then realized that a carriage had been parked in the alley, and there were even ten cavalry guards in front and behind the carriage.

"Is it the military police guard? The military police guard in charge of intelligence? Oh my God, what big thing happened?" Before Pierre finished asking, Sharif had already pushed him into the carriage, and a group of people began to run out of the city.

"Pierre, you also came out of the military police intelligence headquarters. I will not repeat the confidentiality discipline with you. I want to tell you a top-secret information. Just three days ago, the Navy found a large area of ​​ship wreckage near Sicily. After confirmation, it should be the missing frigate Seahorse..."

"Not only that, our intelligence personnel in the port of Serbia also discovered a team of very mysterious Chinese people, and these people were also protected by Prussian intelligence personnel, and they seemed to have a very high level..."

Sharif gave Pierre a bulging leather bag and opened it with top secret information. While Pierre was looking and listening to Sharif's introduction, his eyes gradually lit up.

"Interesting, really interesting. This is the most bizarre part I have ever encountered since I started working in intelligence... Chinese, Prussian, from the Sinai Peninsula to the Mediterranean, our frigate sank inexplicably. Is there any more bizarre event in the world than this?"

Pierre was a gold medal analyst for the French intelligence agency. He was best at finding mutual relevance and hidden clues in the complex ocean of intelligence. If he hadn't been seduced by the major general's daughter seven years ago and was arrested on the bed, his official career might not have been as good as the colonel.

The big European map unfolded at Pierre's knees, and the place and time of each piece of information were accurately marked on it. Soon a grid that only he could understand appeared, and the intelligence officer fell into deep thought.

At this time, Pierre no longer had the cynical sensibility he had just now, and there was no slight drunkenness on his face. He returned to his former rigorous intelligence officer. It seemed that seven years of silence had not wiped out much of his talent.

"Wrong, you are all wrong. It is absolutely wrong to try to block these Chinese people by blocking Gibraltar. Our opponents are very cunning. They cannot go there. Fools know that we and the British will block the Strait..."

"Oh, Pierre! You're right. Since the wreckage was discovered, we began to focus on Italy. Now Prussia and Italy are quasi-ally affiliated, and the Italians will definitely provide cover... Guess what we found in the coastal fishing village in southern Rome?"

"We found dozens of surviving sailors of the Seahorse frigate. From their mouths, we restored the entire process of the incident. We believe that this group of Chinese are heading north under the cover of Prussians and Italians..."

"No, definitely not..." Pierre suddenly shouted "You have all been deceived. These cunning enemies will definitely not go to Italy. The Chinese people's thinking is different from ours. They have accumulated so many conspiracies and tricks over the past thousands of years that they cannot imagine..."

"If you put it to death, you will live, and you will live... I guessed that this group of Chinese are now in France, and the place where they landed is likely to be in Marseille..."

Sharif was stunned at the time, "What did you say? Go to the trap! How is this possible? The madman wouldn't choose to transit through France? Why do you have such a judgment..."

Pierre smiled bitterly, "I said I was intuition, you definitely couldn't believe it, but all the hidden directions of intelligence are in one direction, that is, the tense situation between Austria and Prussia. If my analysis is not wrong, Prussia is ready to fight against Austria..."

"Now this matter is the focus of the entire European diplomacy. These Chinese people secretly contact the Prussians. They can only have one purpose, that is, the upcoming war, which shows that the Chinese have begun to try to interfere in European affairs..."

"The most critical thing now is time. They must arrive in Prussia before the war begins. Where is the weakest defense now? It is not Gibraltar, nor Italy, or our French local..."

Sharif was stunned when he heard this, "How did you know that Prussia is going to go to war with Austria? Haven't you been excluded from the intelligence system? How could you know the top secret information of the top leaders?"

Pierre yang the leather bag in his hand, "Isn't it written clearly? If I can't analyze the current situation in Europe from here, I don't think you will think of enabling me."

Pierre can become a gold medal intelligence analysis officer, so he naturally has his own unique skills. In his heart, the intricate intelligence woven into a three-dimensional grid. Every time a node is touched, all grids can change. It is to use various inferences to infer that the secret hidden behind the intelligence network begins to emerge bit by bit.

"If I were to arrange their smuggling route, I would choose this way. If the frigate had not sunk, I would choose to let them go to Italy or Gibraltar, but when they blow up the frigate, I would rather firmly believe in continuing to head towards France..."

"Smuggling from Marseille, taking a boat north along the Rhone and Thorne River, passing Lyon and heading straight for Dijon, getting off at Dijon and changing to carriages, hundreds of kilometers away was the land of the German Federation... This road looks dangerous, but it is safer under actual operation..."

Pierre's analysis completely convinced Sharif. As the carriage headed westward to intercept the stowaway, orders began to fly in all directions as the commanders' fast horses began to fly, almost all telegraph lines in eastern France began to become busy, countless temporary checkpoints were set up, and even the Thorne River began to cruise armed boats to inspect passing ships.

This is a secret battle between France and Prussia. Countless intelligence personnel are secretly engaged in war. Along the Rhone and Thorne River, countless Prussian spies' nests were surrounded by the French army. Dozens of senior spies were exposed, some died at the scene of the conflict, and some were locked in secret dungeons.

The Prussians then revenge became even more fierce. They even organized intelligence personnel to attack the military camps, gunpowder depots and police agencies in an attempt to divert the attention of these French people.

In just three days, four French barracks were attacked by incendiary bombs, two ammunition depots were destroyed, and six police stations were hit by unknown militants, and the French suffered heavy losses.

Both sides were already red in their eyes, and the arrogant French had lost their minds. They began to investigate all dangerous elements and suspicious people, and would rather catch a thousand mistakes than let go of ten thousand. Their sight was indeed disturbed by the Prussians.

Thanks to Pierre's still calm, he could see the Prussians' plan at a glance, and he knew that all this was just a smoke bomb. Pierre had been insisting on his judgment. As his fingers continued to move north on the map, the levels began to quickly extend northward, and the big net surrounding Xiao Letian was about to attract key figures.

"Sharif, my old friend, I wonder if you have heard a piece of information from Hamburg? There is a very bizarre news circulating in Hamburg. Bsme actually selected a group of mercenaries from the East? I don't know what you think, but I firmly believe that there is a 90% chance that this rumor is true..."

"I believe more that this mysterious smuggler has a direct connection with these Eastern mercenaries... By the way, here, twenty kilometers north of Dijon, add me three temporary checkpoints to check all pedestrians..."

"I have a premonition that the big fish is about to be arrested!" After saying that, he raised his head and took another big mouthful of wine, but this time he drank the more he calmed down.
Chapter completed!