On the coastline of Xicheng District, a distance north from the bustling port, is an undeveloped golden beach.

About 200 meters from the beach is a small church, typical of French Gothic architecture, with its towering spires and flying buttresses, which are already mottled and apparently weathered.

Despite its sunny beaches and old churches, even fools wouldn't come to this beach. Because every Ajaccio knows that this is the headquarters of the dockers' union.

When Poly established the Republic of Corsica, the country was in ruins, and the finances were struggling to make ends meet, and no one had to repair the church that had fallen into disrepair, and the union was asking for a piece of land to be used as its headquarters, so Poly simply allocated the area to them.

I saw that in the headquarters of the trade union, the priest's room, which is now the room of the head of the trade union, was pushed open in a panic.

"What's the matter?"

Inside the room sat a middle-aged man with a full beard, and the light inside was so dim that it was impossible to see his face. And he didn't change his face in the face of his panicked intruders, but just asked questions calmly.

The subordinate gasped for breath, and seemed to be running all the way, calming down for a few seconds before speaking:

"Boss, boss, something happened."

The man did not speak, but reached under the table to take out the humidor, which was printed with the words "Made in La Plata", a high-end product from the Americas.

Skillfully cutting off the cigar butt, then striking a match and lighting it, the man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his expression was very intoxicated, and then he said:

"What did I say to you last time?"

"On... Last time? The man was stunned, obviously unable to remember.

"Here, call me Chief Ciro!"

The man's voice sank, as if his face had changed, his forehead was bruised, and he held a lit cigar in his right hand and poked it directly in the face of his subordinates.

"Ahhhh

This subordinate endured the burning pain on his face, but he did not dare to dodge, and everyone knew what would happen to those who violated Ciro's wishes.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Ciro took the cigar in his mouth, played with the printed cigar pickaxe in his hand, and asked nonchalantly.

"That Lawrence Bonaparte appeared in the West Quarter, and One-Eyed led people to chase and kill, but no one returned. Some people say they saw the patrolman bring back the one-eyed man with a big tie. ”

"Huh? Bonaparte..."Ciro stopped playing with his hand and gently lowered the cigar pickaxe, as if to say to himself:

"That Carlo brother, the one who executed our man last time? The informant in the Doge's Palace also said that he and Paulie seemed to be close..."

The subordinate touched his burned face and said carefully:

"Old... Mr. Ciro, this Bonaparte is simply slapping us in the face, do you want me to take someone..."

"Idiot!" Ciro scolded mercilessly, "Do you know why Poly sees the union as a thorn in his side but never attacks us? ”

"This—" The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously:

"Because we are so powerful, Poly doesn't dare...?"

"Stupid donkey! Poly has a firm grip on military power! If he wanted, he could send troops to level this church at any time. ”

Ciro seemed to be very intolerant of stupid people, and almost poked his cigar again in anger, and after a few puffs of cigar, he calmed down a little, and continued:

"The real reason is that we exist like bacteria. Paulita has a thousand ways to wipe us out, but soon other germs will fill our voids. Do you understand! As far as Poly is concerned, no matter which batch of germs is here, it is the same for him, as long as he does not oppose him facelessly, he will acquiesce to these little things we do in the port! ”

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The subordinate nodded repeatedly, though he didn't know what this thing called a bacterium that had been discovered a hundred years ago was. Still, he understood what Ciro meant.

That is, Lawrence is a close confidant of Paulie, if Ciro sends someone to attack him, it will be a slap in the face of Pauly in the face, and that kind of consequence is not something that anyone in the union can bear.

"However, One-Eye is also a man with a face in the union, and now that he has been kidnapped by Lawrence, wouldn't that be a slap in the face, if we don't retaliate...", the subordinate still said a little unwillingly.

"Hmph" Ciro chuckled disdainfully, and said coldly:

"I've heard that there is a saying in the East that it is called killing people with a knife. Lawrence Bonaparte, I'm not a simple-minded fool like One-Eye. ”

......

At the same time, in the dungeons where the patrol is stationed.

One-Eye regained consciousness from his coma, but his head was still unusually dizzy. Before I opened my eyes, I felt that my face was wet.

At this time, Lawrence's voice came to my ears:

"Old Sean, why hasn't he woken up yet, splash another basin."

A basin of cold and biting ice water splashed directly on the naked one-eyed on the ground, and even with his physical fitness, he couldn't help but tremble all over his body and opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was a dimly lit cell, with only a few torches in the hallway providing a pale yellow light, and in front of him stood the last person to see in one eye, Lawrence Bonaparte, and behind him, old Sean and Anna.

One-Eye sat up against the wall, shivering uncontrollably. The wound on his leg was simply stopped and bandaged by Lawrence.

As for the bullets stuck in his muscles, Lawrence wouldn't be kind enough to hire another trained surgeon for him.

"What else do you want, the money is given to you, and Lao Tzu is here." One-Eyed roared, but his voice was much weaker.

Lawrence crouched down, stared straight into one-eyed eyes, and said:

"Ask you something, I hope you cooperate well, otherwise..."

Lawrence pointed to it and threatened:

"I'm sure there must be someone under my command who is skilled in torture and abuse. Of course, I will keep you alive as I agreed with you. ”

"You... You ask. ”

One-eyed lowered his head, and had no intention of resisting. Although he himself took pleasure in torturing the living, this did not mean that he himself was able to calm down in front of those torture instruments.

"What kind of organization is the dockers' union?" Lawrence opened his mouth, and he had to find out what was going on with his current henchmanship.

"Union, heh," said One-Eye, grinning and laughing miserably, "It's a dozen dock gang leaders like me who get together and do some murder and arson." ”

"But... There is one person who is an exception. Speaking of this, One-Eye's expression suddenly became serious, as if the mention of this person's name would make him cheer up:

"His name is Ciro, and he is the head of the union and the founder of the union."

"Ciro?" Lawrence frowned slightly, he had never heard of this name, and then asked, "Why is he an exception." ”

"This man is a poisonous snake, an unpredictable shadow! His gang is the least numerous, but the most feared. Anyone who opposes Ciro will inexplicably die in various accidents. Ordinary people would think of this as a coincidence, but those of us who know a little bit of the inside story understand that it was Ciro who was behind the scenes. ”

Even when Ciro's name was mentioned in prison, there was a faint hint of fear in One-Eye's words:

"He doesn't share the positions and interests of the wharf with us, on the contrary, he will take the initiative to maintain order at the wharf, saying what makes the trade go smoothly, I really don't understand."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, if it was really as One-Eye said, then this Ciro's mind could be described as quite agile.

All retaliation against the enemy is carried out in secret, hiding oneself behind the scenes, leaving no handle. At the same time, he took the initiative to maintain order and stability in the port, which may have made the Governor of Poly rely on him a little.

It is no wonder that Poly thinks that the union is a tricky existence, if it is an organization that can only burn, kill, loot and disrupt order, Poly can send troops to exterminate it; But today's trade union, if Poly wants to attack it, I'm afraid it will have to think carefully about the gains and losses.

Lawrence stood up and rubbed his dazed head. Even he has to admit that he has hit a hard bone this time.