บท 331: Chapter 251: The Breath of Death

"Thank God!"

Fouche leapt from the carriage, his mind flashing back to the Crown Prince's last words to him before he left Paris, "Go forth with abandon, this may well be the most glorious moment of your intelligence career."

"Yes, the most glorious moment!" he licked his lips like a beast about to taste its prey.

He strode toward the cabin and asked the Police Affairs Department officer beside him,

"Can we begin tomorrow?"

"Yes, Commissioner." The latter immediately nodded, "The speeches started two days ago. People have already reached the peak of their anger."

Fouche suddenly recalled Necker's tunnel and frowned,

"Have you confirmed whether there are secret passages around?"

"It's difficult to confirm, Commissioner. But the Earl of Thierry rarely stays there, so he probably hasn't made many arrangements. Besides, we have also deployed men in the surrounding buildings."

The officer paused, then looked at Fouche, "Commissioner, there is another thorny issue."

"What is it?"