The next day, it was still early in the morning, and the industrious Corsicans living in the northern and southern cities had already risen from their beds and started a busy new day.

However, it was not long before the sensitive citizens noticed the change, and a simple and spacious platform was erected in the open space in front of the gate at the patrol station at the junction of the north and south cities.

On the high platform, stood a young man with a straight posture and a patrol uniform. It's just that the young man also wears a shining silver star on his chest, which shows his status.

For more than a decade, the patrol team was only willing to perform their duties in the eastern urban district, and they were rarely seen in the northern and southern urban districts. This also makes the masses more curious about what they are going to do by erecting a high platform here today.

Standing on the high platform was Lawrence, who looked serious and unsmiling at the moment.

Although Lawrence didn't say a word, it only attracted the interest of the citizens even more, and the news of the patrol's activities soon spread throughout the north and south of the city.

By the morning, hundreds of citizens were already watching around the platform, surrounding several streets.

All around, there was a lot of discussion, and the topic was inseparable from Lawrence and his patrol.

Lawrence glanced at the crowd below, and estimated that the time was probably ripe, so he gestured to the inside of the garrison bunker.

Old Sean saw Lawrence's gesture inside, nodded helplessly, and began to regret that he had taken Lawrence to the dungeon yesterday.

I saw that old Sean also changed into a patrol uniform today, and he suddenly felt a lot more energetic.

After receiving Lawrence's gesture, Old Sean took a prepared plank and trotted all the way up to the high platform, placing the plank in the most conspicuous position on the high platform.

And on that board, only a huge word was written in striking red paint:

"Judgment"

Seeing this, the citizens below began to discuss:

"Trial? Whoever will be judged will not be we, the poor people. ”

"Hmph, that's what these bastards did."

"That's it, and you're not ashamed to say anything about judgment."

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Old Sean stood beside Lawrence, and he could hear the ridicule of the citizens below him. Even a cheeky man like him couldn't help but blush after hearing these words.

Lawrence glanced at Old Sean and said flatly, "This is what you are like in people's hearts. ”

Old Sean was stumbling and didn't say anything for a long time.

Then Lawrence deliberately paused for a moment, letting the ridicule and discussion continue to ferment so that the emotions of the citizens could reach their climax.

Seeing that the young chief on the stage did not react, the citizens below gradually became bolder, and even some good deeds deliberately organized the citizens below to shout:

"Get down! ! ! ”

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Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, and just as the emotions of the citizens were at their peak, Lawrence quickly pulled out the loaded pistol from his waist, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A loud explosion of gunpowder immediately shook all the citizens present, and the sound soon calmed down. The townspeople's eyes widened and they stared at Lawrence, not knowing what the chief was trying to do.

When the whole square fell silent, Lawrence nodded in satisfaction and shouted loudly:

"Citizens, my compatriots! I am the commander of the patrol, Lawrence Bonaparte. ”

Onlookers listened patiently, and Lawrence continued to chant:

"Our homeland is being violated by sinners! Our cradle is surrounded by the gasps of the victims and the tears of the hopeless! In the slums of Xicheng District and the streets of the North and South Cities, when I saw those filthy lawlessness, I only felt blood gushing upward, and immediately decided to dispel these gloom! Sinners will be washed away with their blood, and I will make them pay! ”

Despite the passion of Lawrence's speech, the public will not be moved by a few good words, and Lawrence must act accordingly.

"Come on, bring them up!"

Lawrence raised his arms into the station, and then a group of patrolmen escorted three strong men shirtless, with their hands tied behind their backs, wearing black hoods, to the high platform.

Old Sean whispered to Lawrence with some uneasiness: "Lord Bonaparte, do you really want to execute these people, don't you really need to ask the captain for instructions?" ”

Lawrence swept his eyes coldly, and said casually: "The captain is still enjoying the fine Bordeaux wine brought by the maid in his mansion, and in his absence, I am your highest commander." ”

"Yes, yes—" Old Sean wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took two steps back, knowing that he couldn't persuade Lawrence.

As for how much shock Lawrence's insistence will bring to Ajaccio, Old Sean can't imagine it.

The citizens in the audience all stared at the three strong men on the stage with bated breath, looking forward to Lawrence's next move.

Lawrence led one of them to the front of the platform so that all onlookers could see him, and then kicked him in the shin mercilessly, causing him to kneel on the stage.

Lawrence didn't speak, but simply took off the man's hood. At the moment when the hood was taken off, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron in the crowd immediately screamed:

"Ahhh Oh my God, this is that brute! ”

People also immediately looked at the woman, and in just a few seconds, the woman's face was already covered with tears, and she cried loudly:

"It's this scumbag! Take my daughter... What a brute! ”

The woman's miserable cry spread to every corner of the square, and every citizen present could not help but look at the poor mother with sympathy, and some women who were also mothers could not help but sob.

Lawrence also bowed slightly to her with sympathy and apology, and then said in a loud voice:

"Fellow citizens, what are we going to do with such a villain!"

The vast square was silent for a second, and then burst into loud shouts, which at first were chaotic, but soon united into the same word, forming a wave of loud voices:

"Judgment! Trial! Trial! ”

Every bloody Corsican present uttered a cry from the bottom of his heart.

Lawrence held his flintlock pistol high above his head and began to reload gunpowder and lead bullet in front of all the citizens.

"No, no! No! You can't kill me, I'm a union member! The prisoner, kneeling on the ground, watched in horror as Lawrence put his gun to his forehead and shouted tremblingly.

"Go and talk to God."

Lawrence spat out the words with a blank face and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A puff of white smoke erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the prisoner's head was already a bloody blur, and he lost consciousness and fell directly from the stage.

Even so, his body was still trampled by the angry crowd.

Lawrence did not pause, waved his hand to bring the second prisoner up, and similarly began to reload his ammunition.

"You! You! You! The prisoner looked at the fate of the previous man and was speechless in fear.

"Fellow citizens!" Lawrence pressed the muzzle of the gun to the prisoner's head and explained in a loud voice:

"What should we do with this man, in collusion with the slave traders, who sold our fellow Corsicans like cattle to the Americas!"

"Judgment!" The citizens raised their right arms and shouted loudly.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and another bloody corpse fell from the stage, but Lawrence didn't even blink an eye.

The third prisoner was treated in the same way, and Lawrence, after briefly informing him of his crime, shot him straight to death.

As the bodies of the three wicked people fell, the emotions of the citizens were completely ignited, and they had not had such a happy day for a long time.

And Lawrence will not let go of such an opportunity, only to see him also raise his right arm and take the lead in shouting:

"Justice lives on in Corsica!"

Hundreds of citizens responded in unison:

"Justice lives on in Corsica!"

"Justice lives on in Corsica!"

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