Chapter 40: How about insulting the law?

“What’s going on, huh? Wow.” Alfred got out of the car right after him and instantly realized what was going on, reined in his malice and asked knowingly, “Performance art, huh? Could it be that the French have opened up to this point?”

As an English gentleman, the face of both enemies and friends of the French, Averell can not restrain his desire to insult the French.

At one time all the other foreign officials of the representative office got out of the car, how could they leave when there was such a good show? Ignoring the good intentions of their French companions who wanted to show them around, this was it! This is quite good ……

Alan Wilson took the lead, a group of British people toward the side of the parade crowd, looked back, accompanied by the British civil servants among them, even with a camera, suddenly angry, “What do you bring a camera? Don’t take pictures later.”

“Alan, how could I be that kind of person.” The foreign representative, who was called by Allen Wilson, retorted with a straight face, “You can’t insult a gentleman with such malicious thoughts.”

The gentlemen now saw that the citizens of Paris were having an entertainment, and there was nothing wrong with wanting to join in. Ignoring Pierre Le Mans and his party, and expressing their indignation at these traitors by glaring at the unclothed Frenchwomen with a vicious glare, it was not impossible, on second thoughts, to leave a couple of photographs.

Mingling with the French was not Alan Wilson’s original intention, and at first getting out of the car he did get out of the car because of his male instincts to get out of the car and get ready for a good show. He knew in his heart of hearts that this was part of the post-war liquidation of the countries of Western Europe, and it wasn’t just appearing in France.

With Germany’s surrender a foregone conclusion peace seems to have seen the light of day, but the fact is that when the war is over, peace has come, but Europe has not come to peace.

Western Europe set off a campaign called liquidation of collaborators, this after the war with revenge, punishment nature of the liquidation activities in the post-war European countries in turn, became hundreds of thousands of people at that time the devil. And among the liquidation campaigns, especially France, the largest in Western Europe, unfolded most strongly.

During the German occupation of France, a large number of French girls fell in love with German soldiers stationed in France. This was not prohibited, and the French men did not protest, but after the war these once mute French men flared up with vengeance and demanded that these women be punished as collaborators with the enemy.

Huddled in the crowd of Alan Wilson’s head is still in a blank state, heard a group of French people shouting slogans, and then some people with scissors out, this kind of shouting also let Alan Wilson from the brain of the machine to wake up, before the eyes of more than a dozen French women, age from twenty to more than thirty years old, with different appearances, the common thing is that the face is full of tears, eyes either empty, or despair, and surrounded by the face of the exciting They all had tears on their faces, their eyes were either empty or desperate, and they were surrounded by excited Parisian citizens.

These French women watched the scissors getting closer and closer, but did not dare to move, fearing that their evasive behavior would bring even greater humiliation.

In the midst of the surrounding laughter, Allen Wilson all of a sudden felt that he could not endure this scene, and walked straight out, in full view of the French people’s consternation, to these meticulous women, and then took off his own blouse, and draped it over one of the women’s body.

“Who are you, and what are your relations with these collaborators?” This action by Allen Wilson instantly caused the watching Frenchmen in the room to explode, spitting and cursing, and a few young males rolled up their sleeves, fists ready to strike and show their bravery.

“Avril, have our men take off their shirts.” Alan Wilson shouted at his colleagues, not taking the French around himself seriously, and once he heard that what was being said was not in French, the French around him became even more mobbed up.

So sex this time to France’s foreign ministry civil servants, there are people who know French, rushed to switch the language to stop Alan Wilson was beaten up, so a group of British diplomats, have taken off their own tops, draped in the surrounded French woman.

“Are you British?” One of the women, who was in her early twenties and still had tear stains at the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth to inquire.

“Of course, gentlemen of the British Empire.” Alan Wilson spoke at the same time, has turned his back to the French woman, the other foreign ministry civil servants followed suit, will be these French women in the back, holding his head leveled at the surrounding fast love can’t bear to eat the crowd, the arrogance in the eyes.

Not only that, but before Pierre Le Mans could speak, Alan Wilson had already shouted, “From now on, this unmanly behavior must be banned.”

“What business is it of yours, Englishmen?” A voice from nowhere entered his ears, and the diplomatic civil servant next to him who knew French translated the words.

“I don’t know who you are or where you are hiding. But this voice is a man’s and I can hear it.” Alan Wilson didn’t distinguish who said it, anyway, it was the Frenchman who said it, nonchalantly shouting, “There is a saying that war makes women go away, but in reality the fate of women in the midst of war is even more tragic. In all fairness in times of war, no matter the government of each country will give priority to men, because men have to go to the battlefield to fight for their lives.”

Said this Alan Wilson snapped awake, how can’t change the professional habit, in this kind of occasion began to say cartwheel again.

“What do you want these women to do when the war is lost? Of course, we don’t deny that being with the invaders is something most honorable French citizens can’t stand.” Alan Wilson, who had come back to his senses, righteously accused, “This kind of shame is remembered to prevent it from recurring in the future, instead of humiliating the women of their own country after the war is over, and I’m sure these women wouldn’t want to hang around with the invaders if they had the means to do so. They were victims, and now they have to suffer your humiliation, but you are all Frenchmen, citizens of the same country.”

Talking about not throwing his voice, but because Alan Wilson and these people are British diplomats who came to Paris, Pierre Le Mans immediately opened his mouth to drive away the citizens who were watching the crowd around them.

“You are actually such a sympathetic person, I didn’t expect it.” While the surrounding crowd dispersed, Aifor came over and lowered his voice, “Look at Pierre’s face, how ugly it is. I should have known I would have just said a few words!”

How come you can’t forget to insult the law when it’s time? Alan Wilson eyelids rolled, turned around and looked at these lowered French women, the heart instantly changed his mind, just insulted the law can what?

If insulting the law has a paragraph, Alan Wilson is obviously a higher-order paragraph, he felt that the Sun newspaper will certainly like this kind of news, occupy the BBC’s page is not a matter of course.