Chapter 349: Unromantic

The 105th Infantry Regiment received the highest welcome upon its return to Paris and was allowed to pass through the Arc de Triomphe on the Champs-Elysées in the center of Paris.

This is a building built under the supervision of Napoleon, Emperor of the First French Empire. Soldiers would usually only be allowed to pass through it to celebrate when a decisive or at least partial victory was achieved.

This shows the importance of this victory in the minds of the French people.

Charles was not present. He did not like such occasions, especially when they could cost him his life... The time and location for passing through the Arc de Triomphe were fixed, which meant danger for Charles.

Charles didn't go anywhere else. He went to the city defense headquarters to report to Gallieni and then returned to the police training base.

This was influenced by Tijani. As the commander of the 105th Infantry Regiment, Charles should focus on his own troops instead of bringing the troops back and throwing them aside, as if he had abandoned them after using them.

Only when you regard the army as your own home will the soldiers identify with and accept your command from the bottom of their hearts.

Gallieni fully endorsed this excuse.

What Charles didn't explain was that the conditions at the police training base were much better than those at the city defense headquarters.

Tijani designed a lounge specifically for Charles on the third floor of the office building. It is a suite with two bedrooms and a living room, covering an area of ​​more than 80 square meters, with a separate bathroom including a large bathtub.

Tijani thought this made sense.

"Charles needs a separate office and another for rest, which will improve work efficiency."

“Sometimes he has to hold meetings, so the living room is essential.”

If Charles hadn't stopped him, Tijani would have connected the next door and arranged a restaurant, study, and gym for Charles...

There is nothing wrong with appropriate conditions, but excessive luxury is not harmonious in the military camp. What will the soldiers who have to live in a dormitory with more than a dozen people think?

…

The office building was not far from the street, and one could faintly hear cheers, one after another. It was the French people celebrating the 105th Infantry Regiment passing through the Arc de Triomphe.

Charles was lying comfortably in the bathtub taking a bubble bath.

If there was any invention that Ciel was convinced of, it was the bathtub.

Lying quietly in it, feeling the lightness brought by the water temperature and buoyancy, every pore exudes comfort and enjoyment, and all fatigue disappears without a trace in an instant.

Just as Ciel closed his eyes slightly in a half-asleep trance, there was a slight knock from the bathroom door, and a gentle female voice called out from outside: "Hey, little hero, do you need my help?"

Charles thought he was hallucinating. He had clearly locked the door. There were two sentries standing guard at the door, and Adrian was hiding next to him. How could anyone get in?

However, with a "click", the bathroom door opened.

Charles was startled awake and turned his head to see. In the mist, a woman wearing sexy clothes that revealed a large area of ​​fair skin and a plump and well-proportioned figure appeared at the door. She had a charming smile on her face and spoke in a seductive tone: "I'm coming in, my little hero!"

At that moment, Ciel was lost.

This time, this place, and this situation might be exactly what he needs.

He swallowed uncontrollably, his eyes wandering greedily over the woman's body.

However, when Charles saw the woman's face clearly under the light, he was instantly awakened by the shock.

It's Harry, the German spy!

"Guards," Charles yelled. "Guards!"

Almost at the same time, Charles quickly grabbed the revolver beside him. This was a habit Charles developed on the battlefield. The pistol was always within his reach at any time and in any place.

"Bang!"

Charles pulled the trigger without thinking, but because he was lying in a smooth bathtub, he missed the target even though the bullet was so close to her, and the bullet hit the door frame next to Harry.

Harry screamed, hugged his head and huddled on the ground, not daring to breathe.

"Don't shoot!" Harry shouted.

Charles struggled to aim, but was stopped by the guards who arrived.

“No, Colonel,” the guard said. “This was arranged by General Tijani.”

"What?" Charles was stunned. Tijani arranged for German spies to assassinate him?

"Yes." The guard explained, "Tijani thought you needed to relax, so he used his own funds to hire Miss Hari to serve you!"

Charles made a "hmm" sound and then he remembered that no one knew that Hari was a spy at this moment. Her identity was a stripper, and everyone was proud to have her.

That's why Tijani...

"I'm sorry, Miss Hari." Charles quickly put away the gun and said with a slightly embarrassed tone: "I overreacted."

"No, you don't need to apologize." Harry stood up with a straight face: "I knew it was unwise to take on this business. Sorry, Colonel, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Having said that, he left angrily.

Tijani rushed over. His command post was on the second floor. When he heard the gunshots, he immediately realized something was wrong and ran upstairs in a hurry.

On the way, Tijani probably guessed what had happened and ran into Hari, who looked unhappy. He took a quick look at her and secretly breathed a sigh of relief that she was not injured.

If Harry was beaten to death or injured, there would be no telling how the account would be settled.

Hari was not wrong because she was paid by Tijani.

The guard was not wrong because Tijani had informed him in advance.

Charles was not wrong either. He had just returned from the battlefield and was still alert. Suddenly there was another person in the room, so it was normal for him to have a stress reaction.

The only one who was wrong was Tijan!

"I'm so sorry, Miss Hari!" Tijani chased after Hari and apologized: "I didn't know this would happen..."

"Really?" Harry looked at Tijani angrily: "Your ignorance almost cost me my life, General!"

"Sorry, please forgive me!" Tijani said helplessly: "Next time, I will inform him in advance..."

"No, General." Harry interrupted Tijani, "There won't be a next time!"

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

As a popular stripper in Paris, she was almost shot to death by the person she served.

What made Harry even more surprised was that she clearly saw the fire in Charles' eyes.

However, when he saw his own face clearly, he was suddenly frightened and grabbed the pistol...

Is she not attractive enough? Or is she scary?

What a shame!

If this gets out, it will become a huge stain in her conquest history!

Tijani didn't chase Harry anymore, he thought it was unimportant, he turned and ran towards Charles's lounge.

By then, Charles had already put on his robe in a hurry, with bubbles still on his neck that had not been wiped off.

"You shouldn't do this." Charles looked at Tijani angrily.

Tijani shook his head helplessly, looking at Charles with pity in his eyes: "You unromantic guy, you shouldn't use this gun!"

(End of this chapter)