Struggle in Russia

Shuvanov wiped the dagger in his hand quietly, as if the cold weapon was the most beautiful woman and was being gently touched by him.

At this time, no one dared to disturb Shuvanov, even his favorite concubine. Someone once disturbed him without knowing it, and turned into a cold body.

"How is the matter going?"

When Shuvanov finally spoke, the low air pressure lingering around him finally disappeared, and the cautious men around him quickly replied:

"We launched some relationships and initially found out what happened."

"According to the archives of the Bucharest Police Headquarters and the testimony of relevant witnesses, the assassination of Sir Thomas Edwards was exactly the same as reported by Count Speransky, and there was no discrepancy.

Shuvanov glanced up at the man, scaring him a little trembling, but Shuvanov did not say much, and began to wipe the dagger in his hand quietly, and the atmosphere was frozen for a while.

"What about the people around Speransky? Are there any problems?"

"... According to our investigation, no problems were found for the time being, and everything is consistent with the report of Count Speransky ..."

"Fuck!"

Shuvanov suddenly put the dagger heavily on the table, burst into rage and said: "So what have you found these days?"

His poor men suddenly dared not speak, but their hearts were absolutely unconvinced. The reason is also very simple. It was Shuvanov who ordered them to investigate and gave the direction of the investigation, and it was him who was angry now that nothing was found. Is this a bit inappropriate?

Anyway, Shuvanov's men dared not to speak out, and all of them slumped their heads, fearing that they would anger Shuvanov.

"Go! Fuck me all! It's all waste!"

Shuvanov chased away his men impatiently, looking very irritable, because he was actually carrying a lot of pressure.

As the third leg of the dog, Shuvanov's background is very ordinary, just a small nobleman, that is, the kind of family who is hungry up and down but has to hold his head and nostrils to tell others that he is noble.

But the title of nobility did not serve as a meal, and Shuvanov had to join the third part of the work to get his current status step by step. During this period, he did a lot of big things and offended many people. He was once stared at by the enemy, and almost died.

In order to save his life and to climb higher, he had to turn to a dignitary. Although this noble official was not high in the central government of the DPRK, he didn't even control the real power department, but his position in Nicholas I's mind was quite transcendent, almost the interpreter of Nicholas I's spiritual will.

This dignitarian has a request to Shuvanov, hoping that he will go all out to prove that the work of Count Speransky has failed, and it is best to prove that the assassination was not an accident at all, but a long-sought conspiracy.

To be honest, Shuvanov was a little puzzled when he first received this task. Because as far as he knew, there was no conflict of interest between the nobleman and the Earl of Speransky, and there was no hatred in the past. Even the eighth generation of the ancestors did not blush and cross the street.

But why did he suddenly let him shoot Count Speransky?

Shuvanov was resistant to this task, not because he admired Alexei, but because he was most afraid of getting involved in this unclear hatred, because he was not the only one who was implicated in being inattentive. , His wife, children and children have to be buried together.

But Shuvanov also knew that the nobleman ’s request could not be refused, because the grass of the last fool ’s grave that refused to recognize the nobleman was three feet tall.

Shuvanov knew he had to complete this task anyway, otherwise he would die. It's just that the difficulty of this task really exceeded his expectations.

He thought that Alexei's handle was easy to find. He had seen many similar aristocrats. That one wasn't superficial on the surface, but actually had a bad stomach. And there are not too many unclear points in the assassination of Sir Thomas Edwards, as long as you play a little, you will be successful.

But what Shuvanov didn't expect was that he thought that very simple things were not simple at all. He knew the abilities of his men, and it was a good hand to look for flaws in the case. Just like a fly, you can find cracked eggs.

But they even said that no loopholes were found. What does this mean? Explain that either Count Speransky is also an old vulture who knows this well, otherwise it is impossible to make fakes and make them perfectly seamless; or it is this stunned earl who tells everything.

Either way, it is extremely tricky to say to Shuvanov. So he was furious. It's just that this anger comes and goes quickly. Shuvanov knows that anger has no effect on him, it will only interfere with his judgment and prevent him from making the right decision.

"Preparing the car, I'm going out!"

No one dared to ask Shuvanov where he was going, because if he wanted to tell you he would have said it. When he does n’t tell you, do n’t ask, it ’s boring to ask.

Shuvanov looked up and down at the people in front of him, and was not sure to ask: "Are you Porfiry? It seems your life was very good!"

The so-called Porphyry is a short fat man ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The fat on his face can be cut to make a full pot, and the fat on his body is shaking as if it will fall at any time.

It's just that this guy who looks disgusting is actually more disgusting in his back. He is also the third Russian agent, who has been rooted in Bucharest, has been operating locally for more than ten years, and has been completely and thoroughly thorough Wallachia. melted. Almost everyone thought he was a 100% Wallachia.

It's just that he is not, but a polar bear. However, the level of secrecy of his secret agents is very high, and even Alexei is not qualified to know his existence. This time, in order to solve Alexei, the nobleman will not hesitate to throw out even such top secret agents.

The frivolous fat man Polfi looked at Shuvanov expressionlessly inside, and said in a public official way: "It's true that the connector whispers, what is the command above?"

Shuvanov still curiously looked at the fat man in front of him. He couldn't imagine what such a fat man could do? It takes a lot of effort to see him walk like this. Is it really the top spy installed in Bucharest?

"Come on! I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Polfiri urged impatiently. "If you don't say anything again, I'm gone!"