Struggle in Russia

Shuvanov quietly wiped the dagger in his hand, as if the cold-glowing weapon was the most beautiful woman, receiving his gentle touch.

At this time, no one dared to disturb Shuvanov, not even his favorite concubine. Someone once disturbed him without knowing it, and it turned into a cold corpse.

"How's the investigation going?"

When Shuvanov finally spoke, the low air pressure around him finally disappeared, and the cautious subordinates around him hurriedly replied:

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

"According to the files of the Bucharest Police Headquarters and the testimony of relevant witnesses, the assassination of Sir Thomas Edwards is exactly the same as that reported by Earl Speranski, and there is no discrepancy."

Shuvanov looked up at the man, making him tremble a little, but Shuvanov didn't express much, and began to wipe the dagger in his hand quietly again, and the atmosphere stagnated again for a while.

"Where are the people around Speranski? Are there any questions?"

"...According to our investigation, no problems have been found for the time being, and everything is consistent with Earl Speranski's report..."

"Bastard!"

Shuvanov suddenly thrust the dagger heavily into the table, and said angrily, "Then what have you guys found these days?"

His poor subordinates didn't dare to say anything immediately, but they were absolutely unconvinced in their hearts. The reason is also very simple. It was Shuvanov who ordered them to investigate and gave the direction of the investigation, and he is also the one who is angry when nothing is found out. This is a bit inappropriate, right?

Anyway, Shuvanov's subordinates dared not speak out, and all of them lowered their heads, for fear of offending Shuvanov.

"Get out! Get out of here! They're all trash!"

Shuvanov drove away his subordinates impatiently, looking very irritable, because he was actually under a lot of pressure.

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

It's just that the title of nobility can't be eaten as food, and Shuvanov had to join the third part to do dirty work to get to his current status step by step.

During this period, he did a lot of great things and offended many people. He was once targeted by his enemies and almost died.

In order to save his life and climb higher, he had to take refuge in a certain dignitary. Although this high-ranking official's position in the court is not high, and he doesn't even control the real power department, his status in Nicholas I's mind is quite detached, almost an interpreter of Nicholas I's spiritual will.

This dignitary had a request for Shuvanov, hoping that he would go all out to prove that Count Speranski's work had failed, and it would be best to prove that the assassination was not an accident at all, but a long-planned conspiracy.

To be honest, when Shuvanov first received this task, he was a little puzzled. Because as far as he knew, there was no conflict of interest between that nobleman and Earl Speranski, and there was no past enmity.

But why did he suddenly let him attack Earl Speranski?

Shuvanov resisted this task, not because he admired Alexei, but because he was most afraid of being involved in this kind of unclear hatred, because if he was not careful, he would not only be involved , his wife and children had to be buried with him.

But Shuvanov also knew that the nobleman's request could not be refused, because the grass on the grave of the last fool who rejected the nobleman was three feet high.

Shuvanov knew that he had to complete this task no matter what, otherwise he would be the one who died. It's just that the difficulty of this task has indeed exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that Alexei's tricks were easy to find, he had seen a lot of similar nobles, and that one was not only good-looking on the surface, but actually full of evil. Moreover, in the assassination of Sir Thomas Edwards, there should not be too many ambiguities, as long as you play a little bit, you can be done.

But what Shuvanov didn't expect was that what he thought was simple was actually not simple at all. He knew the abilities of his subordinates, and they were good at investigating cases to find flaws, just like flies could easily find cracked eggs.

But they actually said that no loopholes were found. What does this mean? It means that either Earl Speranski is also an old bastard who knows this well, otherwise it would be impossible to make a perfect fake; or the stunned Earl is telling the truth.

No matter which possibility it is, it is extremely difficult for Shuvanov. That's why he flew into a rage. It's just that this kind of anger comes and goes quickly, and Shuvanov is very clear that anger has no effect on him, it will only interfere with his judgment and prevent him from making the right decision.

"Prepare 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 doesn't tell you, don't ask. If you ask, you're just asking for trouble.

Shuvanov looked the person in front of him up and down, and asked uncertainly: "Are you Porfiry? It seems that your little life is going well!"

The so-called Porfiry was a short and fat man, the fat on his face could fill a pot if he cut it off, and the fat on his body was even more wobbly, as if it would fall off at any time.

It's just that this disgusting looking guy is actually even more disgusting behind the scenes. He is also an agent of Russia's third department. He has been rooted in Bucharest and has been operating locally for more than ten years. melted. Almost everyone thought he was 100 percent Wallachian.

It's just that he is really not, on the contrary, he is an out-and-out polar bear. However, a secret agent of his level has a high level of secrecy, and even Alexei is not qualified to know his existence. This time, in order to solve Alexei, the nobleman did not hesitate to throw out even such a top spy.

The wretched fat Porfi looked at Shuvanov expressionlessly, and said in a businesslike manner, "The code words are correct. What orders do you have?"

Shuvanov still looked at the fat man in front of him curiously. He really couldn't imagine what such a fat man could do? Seeing him struggling to walk like this, is he really the top spy in Bucharest?

"Hurry up! I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Porfiry urged impatiently. "If you don't say anything, I'm leaving!"