??289: Chapter 190 London-Paris Spy Axis (5K4)_3
289: Chapter 190 London-Paris Spy Axis (5K4)_3
Arthur waved over a waiter to order Victor a glass of gin, “Of course, the night is still young, I’ve got plenty of ti.”
Victor took a drag of his cigarette, “At that ti, our departnt head’s wife lost a cloak while she was out, and the head specifically called
over to track down the cloak.
I thought to myself, ‘Fuck this, I’m here to solve cases, not run after so trivial bullshit like this’.
But I had no choice, it was an order from the head, so I had my n do a cursory search.”
But looking for a cloak in the vastness of Paris was a real pain in the ass, and naturally, we ca up empty-handed.
Before long, rumors started circulating in the office, saying the head was beginning to doubt my loyalty because of this incident.
A few days later, the cloak miraculously grew wings and flew into the hands of my direct supervisor, Duplacey, who always had it in for .”
The mont he found the cloak, he called
into his office, waved it in my face, and had the audacity to question what the hell the security departnt was doing, and why couldn’t we manage such a simple task?
I didn’t take him seriously at the ti, I saw him as nothing but a pretty boy who climbed the ladder by licking won’s asses, while I was the hero who had captured countless criminals for the departnt.
What could he do to ?”
At this point, Victor suddenly started puffing on his cigarette and fell silent.
Arthur asked with a smile, “So, it turns out being a pretty boy is more useful than catching criminals, huh?”
“Yeah!” Victor glared and cursed, “Turns out, those who work it in bed are indeed a bit stronger than us dumb fucks squatting in the streets!
Fucking France is so screwed up!
You could run your legs off, solve a thousand cases, but it’s not worth as much as soone dropping their trousers and kissing so ass.”
Victor, upon saying this, suddenly took a fierce drag of his cigarette and looked up to ask, “Do you have this kind of shit over there?”
Arthur took a sip of tea, “This sort of thing happens everywhere, it’s just a matter of degree.
We’ve got a gentleman over here who’s about to snag a judgeship with an annual inco of a thousand pounds, all thanks to his wife.”
Upon hearing this, Victor just snorted, “Then it seems your place isn’t much better.”
Arthur shook his head, “What’s worse is, I don’t particularly like the soon-to-be judge, and I’ve been wondering what’s the best way to take him down.”
“That’s easy.” Victor downed a gulp of his drink, “You’re not bad looking, take my advice, just lift up the skirt of so big shot’s wife, and you’re sure to get it sorted, after all, that’s how Duplacey made it to the top.”
Arthur thought he was getting serious advice, but Victor’s words nearly made him choke.
“You serious?”
“Of course!
Young man, you needn’t be shy.
These days, only the thick-skinned get fed.”
Victor reached out to adjust the elastic of his bodice, “Look at , I’m dressed in won’s clothes just to earn a living.
But even though I’m in a dress, my heart is still that of a man.
Don’t you start getting any ideas about , I really freaked out your friend today.”
As he said this, Victor went on, “But if you don’t want to take shortcuts, there are actually other ways, though it might be a bit more troubleso.”
Originally, Arthur brought up the topic just for fun, hoping to bridge the gap between the two parties, but Victor was actually planning to give him advice, which was beyond Arthur’s expectation.
However, since the other party was willing to offer, Arthur was certainly willing to listen, “Please go ahead, if your thod is feasible, I might consider letting go of tonight’s incident.”
Victor began, “It’s not so much a thod, but there is a general guideline for dealing with these situations.
You are new to this business, so you might not understand a principle.
Not every boss cares if you do your job well, but if you can solve their personal problems, you will certainly gain their esteem.”
“What belongs to the public stays public, and what’s personal remains personal; they always keep that very clear.
Think about my experience, that damned cloak; I am your lesson.”
At this point, Arthur started to catch on.
He pondered the Norton couple’s complex and enigmatic relationship with Viscount lbourne and suddenly felt he might be able to stir things up a bit here.
Seeing him silent, Victor understood that the young man had probably caught on.
With the help of alcohol, Victor continued to Arthur, “Let’s leave personal matters aside.
Regarding the theft of embassy docunts you ntioned earlier, it involves high stakes and carries great risks, so forgive
for not complying.
But, if it’s rely providing you with sothing to facilitate claiming credit to your superiors, I am more than happy to lend a hand.
After all, you know I’ve been in and out of prison for forging official docunts; I am an expert in this area.”
Arthur nodded slightly at these words, “Having sothing is better than nothing, but if we are to forge docunts, I hope their content is as ambiguous as possible.
Otherwise, if the Foreign Office makes any strategic misjudgnts because of these docunts, leading to trouble, I would be the one to suffer.”
“Rest assured, I was quite successful in this profession in my day, I know exactly how it’s done.”
At this point, Victor changed the subject, “However, Mr.
Hasting, although this may seem a bit shaless of , I took a beating and even shed blood tonight, so even if you won’t let
take Mr.
Dumas back, I at least need to bring sothing back to show for.
I still hope to make so achievents at this London conference to help
return to my position as head of the Security Departnt.”
Understanding Victor’s hint, Arthur put down his teacup, “I also do not wish for such a talent as yourself to be buried in the streets of Paris, because we may have opportunities to do business together in the future.
But as you said, giving you sothing genuine is far too risky.
So how about I get you an insignificant docunt and write you so mixed truths and fabrications about minor details?
You can imitate that format to create a convincing fake docunt to submit.
How does that sound?”
Hearing this, Victor only smiled and stood up to shake Arthur’s hand, “Mr.
Hasting, I had no idea you were such a reasonable man.
Had I known you were so agreeable, we wouldn’t have needed to fight.”
Arthur also smiled as he shook his hand, caution in his voice, “If we had not fought, how would you have realized that I was reasonable?
I look forward to our cooperation, Mr.
Victor.”
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