Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

After experiencing the awkwardness when they first met, the two of them quickly began to exchange information about the situation outside. Molière's intelligence stopped at the time of the Amami Oshima's encirclement, and everything that happened in the Far East was completely foreign to him.

Molière needed the latest intelligence to determine the situation, and Akson gave him a brain that was intelligent to help him analyze the situation, the two of them immediately gathered in front of the ocean view fence and muttered for an hour.

Molière really did not expect the situation to turn out like this. Although in the eyes of the French, Sha Russia was just a stupid bear that did not belong to a powerful country, and was only a defeated opponent.

However, even the weakest Russia is ranked among the best in Europe, how can it be so miserably defeated by the Chinese? However, you have to believe the facts in front of you, what is most important now is to figure out what Xiao Letian is going to do next, and what kind of fate he will end up with.

The two relatively intelligent brains gathered together as they nervously analyzed the situation. Disregarding the righteousness of the nation and the dignity of the country, just for the sake of their own small lives, they had no choice but to stake it all.

Strangely, the CIA's guards only watched them from afar. As long as they didn't run away, they didn't kill themselves, and it seemed like it didn't matter what the two of them said. Furthermore, Akson had even greater privileges.

French Bordeaux wine, actually more than 14 years old, fresh fruit, homemade expensive ham, vegetables, eggs, milk... Including the tobacco from the Caribbean, Akson was not living a life of a prisoner at all, he was simply here for a vacation.

What was even more surprising to Molière was that, once again, Akson actually brought out a large smoke gun. The fragrance of the top grade Indian horses' hooves assaulted his nose, and Akson was enjoying it like a pile of mud.

"This... Did the Chinese give you all this? Are you a prisoner or a VIP? "

Akson was already completely intoxicated by the drug realm, the logic in his mind was in chaos, he didn't even think as he said, "My sister … I'm the future queen of Russia, even if I... "Even if he's a prisoner, he should enjoy such preferential treatment …"

Molière was so angry he almost died. He thought that the Chinese saying was right about him, if there was a competition between people, he would definitely die, and if there was a competition, he would definitely throw it away! The Tsar's brother-in-law became a prisoner and received preferential treatment that allowed him to smoke big cigarettes. As a knight under the title of Napoleon III, I only earned myself three ordinary meals a day.

After getting closer, Molière had a more direct impression of this "prison" from Akson's mouth. In fact, this prison was where CIA specially imprisoned political prisoners.

Political prisoners, captives, and these people could all be prisoners today, or they might become servants tomorrow. Even if they were to go to jail, they had their privileges, the CIA had given them a lot of care in terms of food and accommodation.

For example, the small room that Molière stayed in was actually not any less tidy than the middle tier inn in Ba City, and in the cell that Akson lived in, you couldn't even see the iron barrier. It was located right above Molière's cell and climbed up the mountain cliff.

The few beauties that Bing Tai had found for him also stayed there. The clear and cold mountain spring water was brought into the villa and turned into a small pond. Akson took a bath inside and swam in it.

Akson who was soaked in perverted drugs regretted a little, he regretted not surrendering earlier. If he had left that damned island earlier, perhaps he wouldn't have gotten infected by the gambling addiction.

This thought flickered in his mind several times, but only for a moment. In those days, opium products were morally condemned, but not yet as much as the gods and gods of the future. There were many people in the West who enjoyed opium products, and most of them were serious, which was just a more addictive type of tobacco.

Akson's extravagant life had provoked Molière, and this cripple who had half a face left could not help but viciously taunt him, "Be careful, the Chinese people treat you like a pig. Those people have this habit of feeding you well and nurturing you well, and finally give you a slash …"

"No …" Not going to... I am a high-class aristocrat of Russia... If he... If he dares to kill me, he will become the enemy of all the circle of nobility in Europe … " Akson who had finished drawing the opium actually leaned on the reclining chair and slowly fell asleep.

Although they were angry, both of them could not leave each other. Although the two of them enjoyed very good treatment, their hearts were always anxious and uneasy after being cut off from all contact with the outside world.

"Relax, Xiao Letian doesn't dare to hurt our lives, the Chinese have an ancient saying, 'The two nations will fight to the death'. Although we are not the envoys, but we are high ranking commanders, so we enjoy the same privileges!"

"If he kills us, that would be a fight to the death with France and Russia. Xiao Letian is not that stupid, he can determine the pros and cons …"

Back then, when he led the Indian fleet to ambush the Ryukyu, he had already been captured by Xiao Letian. However, in the end, he was still released, because Xiao Letian was still very weak at that time, and did not dare to declare war on France.

It was because of that captive experience that allowed Molière to have a plan. He knew that underneath Xiao Letian's fanatical appearance, there was a mature politician's steady state of mind, this kind of person would not do things without benefits.

Would killing him be beneficial? Other than venting his anger, the only other thing he could do was to break all ties with France. Killing the soldiers of the France on the battlefield was a war, and although he regretted it, no one could do anything about it.

However, killing captives outside the battlefield, especially high ranking military officers and nobles, was a political matter. He, Xiao Letian, would definitely not dare to cause such a strong diplomatic conflict.

Maybe Akson had lost his ability to think due to the excessive use of drugs, and because he was very satisfied with the attitude of the Chinese, he agreed with Molière's point of view. The two of them thought that Xiao Letian would definitely not dare to kill him, or even torture him.

False optimism enveloped the two of them. They were enjoying delicious food and beautiful scenery day by day. Someone was even able to enjoy the service of a beautiful lady every day, making life extremely comfortable for them.

But good days always come to an end. Just as Akson was soaking naked in the pond, messing around with a few golden-haired beauties, a pair of shiny leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Akson rested with his eyes closed and leaned his head on the tiles next to the pond. A few beauties were walking back and forth on her body, and their soft and tender words made it hard for men to look at her.

But suddenly, a few women did not say a word, their soft and tender hands did not dare move anymore. Surprised, Akson opened his eyes and looked around, only to find a pair of shiny leather boots beside his head, just a centimeter away.