I Am the Crown Prince in France

Not to mention having to undergo inspection when entering the bank, no one wants to get close to Lavelle Bank as soon as these arrogant policemen stand at the door.

The whole morning, the bank did not complete any business.

Of course, the so-called robbers didn't come either.

The bank manager couldn't stand it anymore, so he approached the fat policeman and said with a smile on his face: Police officer, I think the robbers may have given up...

The fat policeman stared: How did you know that the robbers were giving up? Are you in contact with them?

No, no, no, absolutely not! The manager was startled and said with a grimace, But if you stay here, the robbers will not dare to come, but the customers will also be scared away.

That's none of my business. If I don't stay here, if you get robbed, my salary will suffer.

Hearing this, the manager understood something about it, turned around, took out a bag of silver coins, quietly stuffed it into the fat policeman's hand, and said in a low voice: I can compensate you for the salary.

The fat policeman was overjoyed - he had been digging river silt for more than half a month since he was transferred to the daily affairs team, and he didn't even have a police uniform.

This time, the police commissioner personally assigned him a task, issued uniforms and equipment, and said he could make money at will, so of course he would not be polite to the bank manager.

After receiving the money, he stood still. The manager was anxious: I've paid you all your salary, just go back and rest.

How can this be done? the fat policeman said with an upright look, You take care of me so much, I definitely can't let the robbers hurt you!

The manager had no choice but to send someone to notify General Manager Etienne.

Etienne came to bribe the police again, but to no avail, so he had to continue reporting to the board of directors...

At the same time, the same situation was happening at the Laborde Bank. A group of police officers stood up and protected the bank so that not even a fly could fly in.

The next day, the police said they had received a tip that the robbers might dig a tunnel to steal the vault, so they hired someone to dig a hole more than four meters deep around the bank to find a tunnel.

The tunnel has definitely not been found, and the construction costs will naturally have to be paid by the bank.

For three days in a row, both banks were unable to get a single customer to visit them. The bank's senior executives ran to protest to Police Chief Besançon, but the reply they received was For your safety, please cooperate.

Near noon, a reporter came to Lavelle Bank for an interview. Before he could speak, the fat policeman pulled him and started talking to him mysteriously.

When the Saint-Antoine district was cleaning up gang members, they found secret messages for contacting foreign gangs. The Ottoman gang had sneaked into Paris and threatened not only to rob the bank, but also to kill everyone inside...

The reporter didn't expect to get such explosive news. He immediately excitedly handed the fat policeman a few silver coins and rushed back to the press to finish the story.

Soon, everyone in Paris began to talk about the Ottoman gang. Citizens avoided the two banks as if they were demons, not even daring to get closer than 30 meters, for fear that they would be implicated if gangsters attacked them.

Joseph had no idea that Besançon had sent someone to teach the bank a lesson.

When he left the Paris Police Academy and returned to the Palace of Versailles, a middle-aged man of short stature, wearing an old gray coat, with a sparse head and an honest face was already waiting for him.

Joseph thought for a few seconds before he remembered his name and smiled: Captain Prosper, why are you here? Is there any news about that matter?

This unspectacular man was one of the three senior spies that the Minister of War had promised to assign to Joseph. He had just arrived in Paris two days ago.

Given the communication and transportation conditions of this era, he was the first to arrive. Half of the spies deployed by the Secretary of War are still on the road.

Prosper bowed respectfully and said in a hoarse voice: Your Highness, I have found the person you want.

So fast? Joseph was a little surprised.

In this era, let alone a database of urban residents, there was not even a complete household register. However, the person in front of me found the person in two days using only his name and a few characteristics. He is truly an ace spy that even Saint Priest can't bear to let go of.

This is nothing. Your Highness, if I am familiar with Paris, one day is enough. The spy said, frowned, and then continued, It's just that there is still a little trouble now.

Oh? What's the trouble?

Prosper said: There are two people named Joseph Fouche who meet the characteristics you mentioned.

Yes, the person Joseph asked him to find was none other than Fouche, who later served as the emperor's chief intelligence officer, participated in the entire Coup of Brumaire, and later took refuge with Louis XVIII, who was known as the Executioner of Lyon.

Originally, Joseph was planning to select one of the spies from Prosper to head his future intelligence agency. But through contact with them, Joseph found that these people were very good at espionage, but they were not good at management, overall planning, and personnel deployment.

Therefore, he had to find a general manager of the intelligence agency to ensure the normal operation of the intelligence agency.

He immediately thought of the famous Fouche - a ruthless man who could support the emperor's intelligence empire.

Although this man had a prosperous official career and was a powerful figure in the political arena after his great career in France, due to his humble background, he is still just a little priest that no one cares about.

So Joseph asked the spies who had just reported to find him, also wanting to test the spies' abilities. He didn't expect to find them so quickly.

It’s just that you still need to identify which one is the Fouche you want.

He glanced at the sky and said to Prosper: Please take me to meet them tomorrow.

Yes, Your Highness!

The next day.

In a small monastery in the North District of Paris, Prosper and others in casual clothes found Fouche and took him to a remote cabin.

Prosper looked at the nervous monk and said in a deep voice: I am the royal police. Listen, there are several foreign spies in your monastery. Now I can only confirm that you have nothing to do with this matter.

And these guys stole an important piece of information. If they were alerted, the information could be destroyed.

The monk's eyes widened: Why are you telling me this?

Prosper handed him a paper bag: I need you to poison their food so that they all die at the same time.

The monk's face turned pale, and the poison in his hand fell to the ground like a scorpion. He trembled: No, there are innocent people among them. I, I can't kill them...

Joseph outside the room shook his head slightly: It shouldn't be him, let's go.

Eman entered the house, told the monk that it was nothing, and that it was all a joke. He left him ten livres and left with Joseph and others.

An hour later, in another larger monastery, Prosper followed the same method. He faced the monk with sunken cheeks, double fish eyes, and thin lips and said: So, I need you to be in their meal. Poisoned...

Suddenly light appeared in the monk's eyes: My lord, if I assist the secret police, will I be rewarded?

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