Struggle in Russia

Vishnyak and Fontana quickly reached an agreement, and after Alexei's approval, Helenson, who was in a very good mood, was arrested by the military police in his mistress's bed in embarrassment.

"You are so brave! How dare you be so rude to me! Do you know who I am? I can make you miserable with just one word. I advise you to release me quickly, otherwise you will be dead!"

Of course, these endless nonsense cannot make Vishniak or Fontana release him. It will only have the opposite effect. Soon Helenson's mouth was stuffed tightly with his own smelly socks, and he only wore one pair. He was dragged naked out of the apartment like a pig in his shorts and thrown into the carriage.

With the driver's shout, the carriage quickly disappeared around the corner of the street. In this silent night, no one noticed Helenson's disappearance at all.

"Earl John Helenson, right?"

Vishniak greeted Helenson pleasantly, which somewhat reassured the pig-like latter. Although this group of people were very mean, at least they didn't mean to use violence for the time being, right? Can you consider using usual threats to get them to let him go?

Helenson was still thinking about how to show his identity and scare Vishnyak. He had never thought about what to do if this trick didn't work.

Because he really couldn't control that much. He had never faced such a severe situation. No one had ever told him what to do if he was kidnapped by gangsters. He really lacked experience in this area.

Vishniak didn't know what Helenson was thinking, and he wasn't particularly interested in it. He just wanted to know what the bastard wanted to do and what evil plans he had. He was not interested in anything else.

"You know me?!" Helenson replied pretending to be calm, "Then you should know the consequences of kidnapping a distinguished earl, right? I'm warning you one last time, you are playing with fire and getting it for yourself. Perish!"

Vishniak smiled slightly and said calmly: "First of all, who told you that this was a kidnapping?"

Helenson asked cautiously: "Isn't it? What is that?"

Vishniak smiled again and said: "You may have misunderstood our identities. Let's put it this way, we are the military police of the Bucharest Military Police Headquarters. Please come here because you have some questions that need to be asked in person, because something happened It's urgent and we have to disturb your sleep."

Helenson's heart skipped a beat. For the first time, he felt that the current situation was ten times worse than kidnapping. He knew exactly how powerful the Bucharest Gendarmerie Headquarters was. This powerful department directly under the Governor of Bucharest had the power to arrest anyone they did not know. You can even make them disappear from the world forever if you like them.

As a senior Austrian spy stationed in Wallachia, this department was probably what he feared the most.

Helenson wanted to wipe the cold sweat with his hands, but he was so tightly tied that he couldn't even move his little finger. He could only pretend to be calm and asked: "Are you a military policeman? As far as I know, you and the police are That’s right? I’m a law-abiding noble, and I came to Bucharest to do business. I don’t understand what you’re arresting me for? This is definitely a mistake!”

"Made a mistake?" Vishniak said with a contemptuous smile, "I also hope it is a mistake, but unfortunately based on the evidence I have at present, you are not a law-abiding businessman..."

After a slight pause, he suddenly stopped smiling, stared at Helenson and said: "Your Excellency, as a nobleman, what I hate most are bastards who tell lies. We have neither the patience nor the slightest mercy to deal with such bastards. Now please tell me, are you that kind of bastard?"

Helenson's expression changed. He was a little confused by Vishniak, but the other party's tone was very firm, as if he was convinced of his actions. This couldn't help but make him feel anxious. He didn't want to confess but didn't want to mess up his mission.

Vishniak didn't give him much time to think. He suddenly grabbed Helenson's chin, stared into his eyes and said fiercely: "Count, I have always hoped to solve your problem in a more civilized way. , but your uncooperative attitude makes me very angry. I’m warning you for the last time, don’t let me make things so barbaric!”

Helenson swallowed hard and asked anxiously: "Sir, I really don't understand what you are talking about. I really..."

Vishniak directly covered his mouth and sighed: "It seems that I can only use some uncivilized methods on you. This is the last chance and a reminder to you. Tell me about Miss Julianne." , don’t tell me you don’t know this lady!”

Helenson was really a little panicked. If the military police discovered his relationship with Julianne, it would be equivalent to discovering his entire plan. Once the pawn Julian is also arrested, everything will be in vain.

But he refused to give up. He wanted to bet whether Vishniak was deceiving him: "Miss Julianne? You mean the ballerina? Damn it, is all this trouble caused by her?"

He pretended to be pitiful and explained: "That female cousin is my mistress, that's all!"

"Mistress?" Vishniak snorted coldly: "Your Excellency, you are treating me like a fool!"

As he spoke, he ignored Helenson and directly ordered the gendarmes on the left and right: "You guys help the earl sober up. I'll come back in fifteen minutes to see if he means to tell the truth. Be careful, you must entertain the earl well." Your Excellency, you don’t need to be particularly polite to a bastard like him who is full of lies! Let’s loosen his muscles and bones with the nine-headed whip first!”

Helenson was scared to death. He didn't want to be whipped, especially the nine-headed whip. He immediately started struggling violently, but it was of no use. He was tied very firmly, and with his little strength, it was useless. .

But when Vishnyak was about to walk to the door, he finally became anxious and shouted hurriedly: "I admit it, I admit it! That woman is not my mistress! Don't use torture, I will say anything!"

Vishniak snorted again, turned around and walked up to Helenson again, mocking: "Why bother? Why can't you always recognize the situation? Well, tell me quickly, what is her relationship with you?"

Helenson explained pitifully: "I am her creditor. I was mainly ordered by Vienna to try to use her to destroy your economic cooperation with Prussia. As you know, she has a very... very close relationship with the crown prince and has a key influence. force……"