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He foolishly thought that he had really met an admirer here, but he never expected that he would meet a group of jackals! He was not afraid of death, but was just worried that this great cause would be seriously damaged due to his arrest.

But it's too late to say anything now.

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Aurangie met the most cunning opponent of these oppositions for the first time: French police chief Fetim Berkeley.

Berkeley was not as fierce as he thought, but looked kind-hearted. He kept comparing a photo in his hand with Aurangie in front of him, as if he wanted to confirm whether he had caught the wrong person.

Aurangie sneered: "No need to look at it anymore, the photo is me!"

"Ah, it's a great honor to see you." Berkeley put down the photo in his hand: "To say something you may not believe, I am really your admirer. Ah, don't look at me with contempt, it will make me feel very uncomfortable."

Aurangie didn't believe a single word about the other party's nonsense.

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The man in front of him is the biggest and most cunning enemy on the road. He actually said such words now?

"You must believe what I said..." Berkeley said slowly: "According to our information, you were originally a university professor, enjoying very generous salary and treatment. You also have a beautiful wife and equally beautiful daughter, but you gave up all this without hesitation for your own career and followed Jetiri on the so-called road of success... Then, I absolutely cannot do this anyway... In 1965, that is, last year, your wife and daughter disappeared. Would you like to know their whereabouts?"

Aurangjie's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle.

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When his wife and daughter disappeared, he was sure that they had been killed. But now Berkeley said it, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"They have been secretly shot...."

When Berkeley said this, Auranger's last glimmer of hope was completely lost.

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Berkeley looked very regretful: "I am very sad to inform you of this unfortunate news, but I think you must have been prepared long ago, but even in this situation, you are still working day and night and never give up your ideals. I have thought that at least I can't do what you do... So my admiration for you is not just talking nonsense..."

"So what do you want, Mr. Director?" Aurangie said sarcastically: "Do you want me to betray my faith?"

"No, no, you've completely misunderstood." Berkeley shrugged: "I know very well that people like you will never surrender, and I have never had such fantasies. The reason why I told you this was just to tell you that you are a good person, but you will be shot by me soon. This is what a dying person finally heard some truth from an enemy...."

Aurangie was silent for a moment: "Then please answer another question that I have always been puzzled by. You have arrested many of our people, but without exception, they were shot without any trial. Do you really need to get any confession and information from us?"

Berkeley looked at him with pity: "You are still kept in the dark, Mr. Auranger. I can tell you frankly that we don't need any information, because we have more clearly than you know. Why are your comrades arrested? Why do we have so clearly grasping your whereabouts? Because we know everything, because someone constantly provides us with intelligence. Oh, nothing is more pleasant than an internal enemy who wants to get rid of his own internal opponents...."

"Lantes! All of this was done by Langes!" Auranger suddenly realized.

At this moment, he finally figured out everything.

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Why are only your own people arrested, and why are the enemy so clear about their whereabouts?

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Everything was Rontes betrayed himself and his comrades who had already sacrificed.

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No one is more despicable than him.

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Because of his own selfish desires, he completely betrayed the organization and soul.

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Because of his greed, he did not hesitate to cause serious losses.

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At this moment, Aurangie was so desperate and so angry. But he knew that he could not inform the other comrades of this information.

"Don't be sad, Mr. Aurange." Berkeley sounded very sympathetic to Aurange: "'Robespierre is here forever. Passersby, please don't be sad. If I live, no one of you will live.' Ah, this is the epitaph written by Robespierre in your heart. He is such a humorous Frenchman... I am very moved. The majestic "Marseille" echoed so much time on the land of France. This inspiring melody can easily bring people into the recollection of the vigorous Great **. The Great ** is the most talked about history in France. It makes "Long Live France" a French faith, and this faith is true
To be continued...