The Shadow of Great Britain Chapter 1005 - 60: Fishing Enforcement3

Victor paced back and forth as he explained, "Based on my understanding of these cri syndicates, they will likely first have you do a small task. If that goes smoothly, they’ll hand us bigger assignnts. At that point, I’ll send soone to set them up, teaming up with the Great Paris Police Hall to spread so enticing bait and create a demand for Gervais to forge docunts. As soon as he wants to do that, he’ll definitely send soone to Brest to contact Francois. With Gervais as a guarantor, approaching Francois to gather intel from him becos much more feasible."

Such ticulous arrangents and clever designs—Arthur knew imdiately that Victor wasn’t new to these tactics.

Yet, he still hadn’t realized that fishing enforcent tricks like this had been honed by the first detective in human history all the way back in the 19th century.

If Victor’s plan executed smoothly, then Francois might not understand why he went from a life sentence to death row until the very end.

Arthur couldn’t help but sigh, "The cri syndicates in Paris certainly hit bad luck running into you. I used to think I did pretty well in London, but comparing myself to you shows a gap."

Victor replied with a smile, "Brother, in Paris, you can’t trust anyone. Trusting others costs dearly. I have so legitimate reasons for manipulating these criminals, but most people in Paris engineer plots for unspeakable motives. You wouldn’t believe how much envy my good performance drew when I first joined the force."

"The guy you just beat outside the office, he initially pretended to teach fighting skills to strengthen our bond, then tried to lure into the illegal operations of a disreputable lodge, but I didn’t fall for it. Later, he even sent an accomplice to invite to rob an apartnt on Rue Horie."

"Back then, though my life was tight, I always adhered to rules and lived honestly. I can’t claim great justice or integrity, but at least I kept my bottom line. Otherwise, if I faltered even a step, today you wouldn’t be going to Brest Prison to et Francois but ."

"Realizing they couldn’t drag down, they started reporting behind my back. They gathered dirt on from hooligans and compiled it into booklets for my superiors. Luckily, my old boss was decent to , handing the complaint materials each ti."

Arthur, having served as a senior officer at Scotland Yard, understood that Victor spoke unvarnished truth. Internal conflicts within police departnts are often worse than those in corporate offices. Since these institutions deal with criminal activity, office struggles often focus on sending rivals to prison.

Arthur spoke up, "I’ve often thought there are two kinds of informants who can’t be trusted. First, police officers; second, pimps. That’s because police intelligence mostly cos from riffraff who’ve just ratted on their own crew, they’ll say anything to avoid punishnt. As for pimps, they live off prostitutes, and as soon as police arrest their cash cows, they offer bribes as soon as they can. Whatever clues we want, they’ll dare to provide."

Victor sighed at this, "Brother, you’ve got it right. You seem to be a decent leader in the police departnt. The officers at Scotland Yard working under you are fortunate."