Chapter 359 Gendarmerie Commander (Part 2)

Count Rostovtsev glanced at the dead fat man again, directly making his hair stand on end. He was like a fat pig fleeing all the way, thinking that he had escaped from the tiger's mouth, but he didn't know that there was another army in front of him .

"Is the suspect too cunning?"

Count Rostovtsev sneered mercilessly: "This is the first time I have heard such an interesting justification. According to what you mean, from now on we can only pray that the criminals who endanger the security of the empire will not be too cunning?" "

Fatty's face was blue and red, because he also knew that the reason was nonsense and ridiculous, but what could he do? Find a reason for yourself.

So in the face of Earl Rostovtsev's ridicule, he could only bow his head in silence, seeing that his posture was about to pretend to be dead and pass the test.

It's a pity that this method was useless to Count Rostovtsev, and he immediately said: "I will report your reasons to Your Majesty in detail, and I believe His Majesty will laugh when he reads it. There are people like you in the Empire." Officer, that is really a blessing for the suspects!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "Since the suspect you mentioned is too smart, I will give you two options, either you immediately resign and leave, or arrest at least one suspect for me within five days. Otherwise, I will arrest you for malfeasance and neglect of duty and send you to St. Petersburg for trial! Do you understand?"

The fat man opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but Count Rostovtsev drove him away without hesitation. Talking to such an idiot was a waste of saliva.

After the fat man left, Anton came in through another door of the office. He looked in the direction the fat man left, and couldn't help but spit out: "Such an official is really speechless. ..."

Count Rostovtsev snorted, and said coldly: "No, this is not speechless at all, because such officials are all over Russia, most of them are like this, and some people I still think this is very good, I think this kind of Russia is thriving and prosperous! Hmph!"

It goes without saying that some of these must be Count Uvarov and his boss Nicholas I. These two have been advocating the so-called Russian tradition and the so-called Holy Trinity for more than ten years.

"Forget it, let's not talk about them," Count Rostovtsev sighed, actively skipped the topic, and asked, "How is it? Are you particularly disappointed?"

Anton shook his head and said, "No, I'm used to it. As you said, most of them have this virtue."

Count Rostovtsev sighed again,

Continued: "According to my estimation, he will not be able to catch any suspects in five days or five months, so you must keep an eye on Petrovna, and you must not let her escape. Can you If you can't replace that fat man just now, it depends on that woman."

Anton nodded. He was quite confident about this. He knew the importance of Petrovna very well, so he would naturally keep a close eye on her.

"Doing this will not be very friendly to Grand Duke Constantine. I think he seems to be preparing to accept that woman as a subordinate."

Count Rostovtsev snorted contemptuously: "Don't worry about him, that's his business."

Anton suddenly felt that the earl had quite a personality, and his attitude towards Grand Duke Constantine made him inexplicably happy. He has been upset with that grand duke for a long time. Although he and Li Xiao have put that thing together a few times, every time he can't let him hurt his muscles and bones. He always comes back to life in the blink of an eye and then starts to talk to them again. It's really annoying to make trouble.

This time, according to Count Rostovtsev's operation, Grand Duke Konstantin would definitely suffer a dumb loss, and that would be called a fierce anger.

Count Rostovtsev noticed Anton's emotional change, and after thinking about it for a while, he knew the reason. He could understand Anton's anger, because he had such anger back then.

Why are you the Grand Duke, no matter what mistakes you make, you are fined three glasses of wine? Just because you have good reincarnation skills?

This is Anton's true inner thoughts, while Earl Rostovtsev thought that you can be fined three drinks because you are a high-ranking nobleman. You have done so many bad things, and there is no punishment at all. Why?

These two emotions are actually the same, and both are soul-tortures on the injustice of this country. It's just that now Count Rostovtsev wants to torture not only the Romanov family or other powerful Russian families, but also the entire aristocratic circle, and he wants to break the shackles around Russia's neck.

So he just said to Anton very calmly: "This is just a lesson for Grand Duke Constantine. In the end, he is still him, and nothing big will happen!"

Anton also knew that the final result must be like this, but he would be happy as long as it made Grand Duke Constantine suffer even more.

"That's okay, as long as you can teach him a good lesson! By the way, Earl, what are you planning to catch?"

Count Rostovtsev pondered for a moment and replied: "Five days later, after all, the pig was given five days, and he must keep his word. But I don't think he will be busy arresting people in these five days. It is more likely to hurry up and ask for help, to see if you can rely on your relationship to keep your official title."

Count Rostovtsev's judgment was very correct. For a fat pig with five days to hunt down the suspect, it would be a brain hole. If he could be caught before, he would have been caught by Shuvalo Earl Husband was caught, how could it be his turn now.

These precious five days are used to run relationships and ask people to try to protect themselves. It's just that he feels that five days is not enough, because there is no one in Kiev who can make Count Rostovtsev look good, and if he wants someone to give him a high hand, he must go to St. Petersburg to find a big man with enough weight.

But five days is not enough! Immediately, the pig head became a little irritable. He could only hastily wrote a letter to the most stern and respectable friend he knew in St. Petersburg, and then sent a check for 100,000 rubles along with the letter.

Then, he didn't sit and wait, because he knew that if he sat down, he would really have to wait for death. He had to buy himself a little more time now, and once again he hurried around Kiev with his checkbook.

Although there are not enough important people here to make Count Rostovtsev sell face, but enough money can still gather enough people to help plead for a little more time...