Chapter 229 Speculation

Chapter 229 Speculation

Chapter 229 Speculation
The French are very flexible, as the Germans can attest, but the French are also very tough, as the Germans can attest.

Don't just look at World War II, start looking at France from the time of Louis XIV, and then you will discover an interesting phenomenon.

When it comes to being insidious and cunning, France is not as good as Britain.

When it comes to bellicosity, France is certainly not as good as Russia.

However, France has the qualities of speculation, insidiousness, cunningness, bellicosity, and good war. Although they are not outstanding, they are sufficient.

Although its colonies were not as large as those of Britain, it conquered half of Africa. Although it had never been a world hegemon, it was always one of the strongest powers.

It always swings back and forth between the first-rate and the second-rate. It seems to be going down, but somehow it pops up again. It seems to be coming up, but somehow it is pushed down again.

The main feature is that it is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it is strong, it will quickly emerge and expand. When it is weak, it will quickly raise the white flag to protect the last bit of its assets.

Some people always think that the most speculative country is Italy, but in fact it is not. The most speculative and cunning people are actually the French.

The French rely on external forces when they have them. If they don't have any, they will tap their own potential. If there is really no potential to tap, they will revolutionize themselves, eliminate themselves and achieve a new life.

They have resilience that several other countries do not have. Although they are really slow in daily life, when it comes to critical moments, they can always make the right choices to gain the greatest benefits for themselves. The key is that while making the right choices, they can always use the corresponding strength and means.

Although the Second World War was fought badly, with the French basically waving the white flag to the enemy and applauding and cheering for their allies, they were still able to become one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council after the war. Just based on this point, we have to admire the French for their ability to seize opportunities and hold on to the right people.

Just like George, he is about to retire. He has been a policeman for half his life and has never fought with anyone. He is content to be a low-level policeman for the rest of his life.

Because in France, the salary of being a policeman and being a director is actually similar. Of course, if you want to get to a very high-level position, it's a different story. If you can't get up there like George, then naturally you will choose the easiest position.

But it's different now.

Seeing that the situation was decided and dozens of people had been killed, wouldn't it be possible to easily take down four more? At this time, firing two shots from a distance would be a hundred benefits with no harm.

Whether or not one has made meritorious service is secondary, and promotion is meaningless, but 100,000 euros is not a small amount, what if Gao Yi really gives it to him?

Just firing two shots, from a public perspective, it is his duty, from a private perspective, it can help his financial backer a lot, from an emotional perspective, it can give his comrade Ariza a chance to be a hero, and from a moral perspective... what's wrong with a policeman shooting at terrorists?
From a public and private perspective, and from a moral and logical perspective, firing two shots would only do good and no harm, so why didn't George shoot?

So, George picked up a rifle from the ground, turned on the night vision scope on the gun, lay down at the door of the police station, used his left hand as a support point, aimed at the target running in the front through the scope, and fired.

Gunshots rang out and people fell.

George exhaled, he aimed again, and when the remaining three people hurriedly lay down to avoid, he fired another shot, a headshot, the second shot was an accurate headshot.

George sheathed his rifle and exhaled.

If he said he would fire two shots, he would fire two shots. As for the two lives taken by the two shots, it was just luck and an accident.

George put away his gun and stood still, because he knew the remaining two people would not show up again.

Leaning the rifle against the wall, George took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out a lighter to light it, and took a comfortable puff.

If you really think the French police are fake, then there is no need to shoot.

If necessary, George would be happy to demonstrate his shooting skills.

The old policeman, a former colleague who could now only be considered a colleague, looked at George with complicated eyes. He whispered, “You…you…you…”

"I am a lifetime member of the French Hunting Association. My part-time job is a hunting skills coach. My extra income all depends on this. The reason why I like to stay in this police station and don't want to be transferred is because this is the place near Paris with the most wild boars."

After saying this quietly, George took another deep sip and said, "There's actually no difference between beating a human and beating a wild boar. If you can hit a running wild boar with one shot, then beating a human won't be any harder."

"You... do you know who those people are outside? Do you really think they are terrorists? If... you know what I mean."

George leaned against the wall and said slowly, "If the people outside can't fight, then they did it. If the people outside can fight, then we did it. Man, we have known each other for many years. Believe me, I think it's good to fire two shots."

"Then I'll fire two shots too?"

George looked at the body on the ground, raised his chin towards the body, and said, "There are many guns here, including rifles. Why use a pistol, right?"

The old policeman silently picked up a rifle from the ground. He looked at Gao Yi who was squatting against the wall in the yard of the police station. He thought for a moment and hesitated for a while. Finally, he raised the gun and aimed it at the position where the target had just fallen.

George still didn't move, and after the old policeman took careful aim but didn't find a target to shoot, he whispered, "I can't see anyone..."

"Don't be anxious. This is like hunting. You have to be patient. It's obvious that the people outside are the anxious ones, otherwise they wouldn't rush here in such a hurry. Since they are anxious, you don't have to be anxious."

George is confident.

But at this time, Gao Yi was full of doubts.

The four men rushed forward very fiercely just now, but why did they become quiet after two shots were fired?
Gao Yi did not see George's masterpiece. In his eyes, George was just an old and slippery veteran. He really didn't believe that George could solve any problem.

If the people outside don't move, Gao Yi won't move either, and if Gao Yi doesn't move, the people outside won't move either.

George finished his cigarette, and the people outside had no intention of rushing in again. George took the cigarette butt in his hand and twisted it quickly with two fingers. The cigarette butt went out, but his hand was not burned. This technique is very simple, just need to be fast enough.

George put the extinguished cigarette butt into his pocket, then he picked up the rifle against the wall again, and then he said to his old colleague: "I will drive the prey out, and you will be responsible for killing it. Is there any problem?"

"George! I never killed anyone! I never shot anyone, I couldn't do it!"

The old policeman had a bitter look on his face, but George shook his head and whispered, "No, no, no, this is not law enforcement, this is hunting. We are about to retire, and you don't want to die here, right? Listen to me, that guy outside has someone above him!"

The old policeman's eyes widened.

George whispered, "I've been dealing with criminals all my life, and I know all too well what kind of guys they are. The guy outside is different. He's not a boastful liar, nor is he a low-end thug. Look at them. There are dozens of bodies lying here. Who do you think they are?"

"who?"

George was helpless. He sighed and whispered, "He is definitely not an ordinary person, so I believe what he says. I think it is a good time to take action now. We will gain a lot by then."

George didn't want to say more because he felt it was meaningless, so after telling his former colleague some secrets, he turned around and pointed his gun again at the place where someone had just fallen.

The difference between humans and wild boars is that wild boars don't know how to lie down, but humans do.

But the difference between humans and wild boars is that wild boars are faster and humans are slower.

George was very familiar with this police station. He knew where the enemy hid after lying down. He also knew that there was an open area outside the police station and there were no walls, pits, or stones suitable for shelter.

The position where those people parked their car just now was wrong, and the position where they hid after getting out of the car was even more wrong. If there were only bushes and weeds, they could only block their view but not the bullets.

George looked back and forth several times and observed for a moment. The target's position should have changed. It was not where he was lying just now, but it didn't matter. When a person was crawling in the bushes, he was really no different from a wild boar.

The bushes and grass move, but most people can’t see it, but experienced hunters can really see it at a glance.

George watched carefully for a long time, then he suddenly fired a shot at a long line of bushes.

He fired, but there was no response, so George held the trigger and fired a burst of bullets. Suddenly, someone jumped out of the bushes and started running back frantically.

The old policeman opened fire. He fired four shots in succession. Seeing that the man who jumped out was about to run back to the car, George finally opened fire.

He was forced to open fire and shot the target from behind, causing him to fall next to the car door.

The old policeman said in horror: "Good marksmanship!"

"No, you fought well."

George was a little discouraged. He walked towards his former colleague with a rifle and put his gun in his hand. After taking the gun from the old policeman, he whispered, "I don't have to kill everyone. I don't want to. Listen, this time is the same as before. I drive the prey out, you fire, it doesn't matter if you miss, I will shoot again, but both of us will get something, understand?"

"Got it, George, thanks."

George smiled slightly, and then he whispered: "My greatest hobby in life actually came in handy today. I really am..."

They searched and fired again. This time no one jumped out, but after George fired continuously, someone finally limped out of the bushes.

The distance was less than a hundred meters, about seventy meters to be precise. At this distance, it was really difficult for George to miss.

The old policeman opened fire. He pulled the trigger and fired a three-round burst from the FAMAS automatic rifle in his hand.

The bullet hit the target accurately from the side, and the target fell down, motionless.

George was dumbfounded. He looked at his companion in astonishment and asked, "Why was your shot so accurate this time?"

"I've also practiced shooting..."

George sighed, "Now four of us have been killed by the same rifle. How do we divide it now, man? We take turns using one gun? This doesn't make sense!"

The old policeman was shocked.

Gao Yi turned around and whispered to George in the room: "What's going on? Why are you shooting all the time? The enemy doesn't dare to come in!"

Gao Yi was a little annoyed, and George sighed and said in a slightly higher voice: "No one will come, they are all dead."

Now it was Gao Yi's turn to be dumbfounded.

George waved his hand, and then without waiting for Gao Yi to come in, he ran out with his rifle, squatted beside Gao Yi, and said seriously: "There is a little trouble. We shouldn't have killed four people outside. Well, do you think it is possible that someone else will come?"

Gao Yi took a breath, and George continued in a low voice: "There are three of us. Ariza is still young, and he needs a promotion based on his merits. Frankly speaking, I want the 100,000 euros you gave me more. As for my former colleague and old friend, I can't let him get nothing. After all, bringing you here today has caused him a lot of trouble, so all three of us must gain something."

Gao Yi nodded.

George continued, "So it's definitely not enough for me to just fire two shots. If there are others coming, don't move. Let me do it. Is that okay?"

(End of this chapter)