C1760 Molière had miscalculated! (2/2)
Perhaps it was because his comfortable life had let Molière relax his vigilance, or perhaps it was because Xiao Letian's temporary retreat had paralyzed the enemy. In these three days, Molière had only analyzed one thing with Akson and that was that Molière would not die.
The mournful sounds came from outside the window, but the two captives in the room were like ants on a hot pan. Molière grabbed Akson's collar and shook it with all his might, ”Idiot, wake up! Have you forgotten about my analysis before? We are safe, definitely safe! ”
”Xiao Letian doesn't dare to kill us. You are a relative of the His Majesty the Tsar, the future Queen's younger brother. Xiao Letian already knows of your identity … He has already gotten everything he wanted on the battlefield, so what he wants now is a truce! ”
”This person knows when to stop digesting what he has devoured. He needs time because the Chinese people need time to develop their internal affairs …”
”How could he kill you to anger the tsar? He will only use you to threaten the tsar... Remember my words. You must persevere and endure all the pressure, and you must never retreat in front of any terrifying things that happen in front of you. You absolutely must not admit defeat! ”
Akson numbly nodded his head, ”Yes, I will listen to you … If you die in front of me, I can't even be afraid to retreat. ”
Molière almost fainted from anger, he thought to himself, I'm giving you some encouragement, yet you're cursing me? What the hell are you!
However, you really can't fuss about it with a drug addict, furthermore, you have to work together on the same boat. ”Molière could only endure his anger and said,” Right, right, right, even if I die, you have to hold on … ”Pei pei pei, I won't die at all!”
”How many times has he said it already? If he, Xiao Letian, wants to enrage Lord French Emperor and make all the nobles in Paris angry, then kill me! At that time, the entire France will use the power of overturning nations to eliminate him! ”
”Since he did not choose to kill me on the battlefield, then don't think of killing me in the POW camp!”
Molière who was shouting shocked Akson, causing the room to become quiet for the time being, while the sun outside the window was already high in the sky, and from 6 in the morning onwards, the Assembly of Priests had already reached its conclusion.
”Be quiet!” This is alarming the Grand Meeting, be careful of the spear! ” The soldier outside the window said fiercely.
Seeing that someone had answered him, Akson immediately pounced on him like a pug, ”Give me a little more cigarettes, can I beg you to give me some morphine? ”Just a little, just a little. I haven't smoked a single cigarette in the entire morning, I'm begging you …”
The soldier didn't even look at him, leaving the poor man to wail in the room.
Just at that moment, the memorial was about to come to an end, a group of soldiers suddenly walked out of the prison and rushed towards the steel door. ”Prime minister's order, bring Molière out of the prison!”
Crack * A bolt of lightning exploded in Molière's heart. What did Xiao Letian want to do? Why did the Assembly take me out? What plot did he have?
”What are you doing? ”What do you want?” The terrified Molière struggled to escape, but the four CIA secret spies' strong arms held him back with their hands.
”Tie wire, brown rope, tie your legs and feet!” Bastard, today is your public hearing, your little life is over! ”
”AHH!” Molière had not even called out yet, but he was already lying limply on the ground. He was trying his best to retreat towards the corner, afraid that these people would come to catch him again.