"Oh my God, who are these people?"

"Ajaccio's patrols? It's been a long time since they've been to Xicheng District. ”

"Hell knows, not a few times in the last ten years."

"Is the one in the lead Laurence Bonaparte, so young?"

......

When Lawrence's team appeared on the roads of Xicheng District, it immediately became the center of attention.

Pedestrians on the street quickly retreated to the sides to make way for a pathway, all while looking timidly and curiously at the heavily armed procession. One after another, poor people emerged from their humble shacks and crept on tiptoe on both sides of the street, wanting to catch a glimpse of this rare scene.

As for those who repeatedly committed adultery, they hid in the shadows of the street corners in panic, carefully probing and observing. They had all heard of this Laurence Bonaparte, and it was said that even the members of the trade unions did not pay attention to him.

"Monsieur Bonaparte, where do we start, the pursuit of One-Eyed in this hellish place is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Old Sean covered his mouth and nose, not recovering from the stench for a while, and asked Lawrence in a muffled voice.

Lawrence nodded in agreement, the slum in front of him was all dark as far as the eye could see, and even Anna, who had lived here for more than ten years, almost got lost last time, saying that it would be easier than enough to hunt down One-Eye.

What's more, Ciro did his best to rescue One-Eye, and he would definitely not hand people back easily. Maybe the one-eyed is now hiding in the church at the union headquarters.

Fortunately, the main purpose of Lawrence's trip is to show his determination to re-establish order in Xicheng District. As for One-Eye, although his escape from prison had a great impact on the reputation of the patrol, Lawrence was helpless for a while.

"My lord, something is wrong."

Suddenly, Yaan walked up behind Lawrence with a blank face and whispered.

Lawrence tilted his head slightly, frowned and glanced around, all of them were a crowd of people watching the lively gray pressure.

"Ciro, bastard, won't I give me a dismount when I first arrive."

Lawrence thought so and asked in a deep voice:

"What did you find?"

"Just now, five people in the crowd got together to discuss something, and then left quickly, very much like spies."

Adam debriefed as he stared in the direction the men had left.

Lawrence glanced at Adam with a slight appreciation, and it would have been impossible to notice such an anomaly in such a crowded crowd without maintaining a high level of concentration at all times.

However, Ya'an's words really aroused Lawrence's vigilance, although the arrangement of eyeliner and spies in the city is a common behavior of various gang forces, but it is a bit unusual to deploy five people at a time in an area.

It's like waiting for your group on purpose.

"Ciro Russell... This bastard looks like he has a greeting gift. ”

Lawrence thought, but didn't slow the pace of the procession.

I haven't walked a few steps since I came to Xicheng District, and if I return the same way because I am afraid of Xiluo's calculations, I am afraid that the people of Xicheng District will label Lawrence as a show.

After a full morning of cruising, Lawrence had pretty much made it all the way around the slums.

Although it was expected that no trace of the one-eyed eye was found, this inspection also played a role in deterring outlaws.

Those who committed adultery hibernate cautiously until they found out the Bonaparte's intentions for coming to Citon. Among the pedestrians on the street, it is difficult to find the bullies who usually harm one side here.

Lawrence, however, knew that in order to truly restore order here, he would need to have someone stationed here. Today's tour won't last long.

Another thing that made Lawrence vigilant was that everything went surprisingly smoothly throughout the morning's patrol, without any hindrance or confrontation.

Lawrence doesn't believe Ciro will let himself wander around his turf with great fanfare, and if he still wants to do something to himself, the only chance left is ...

"Lord Bonaparte, the slums have been inspected, and the rest is the docks."

Old Sean reminded with some hesitation that he didn't even want to step into it if he could.

Lawrence also narrowed his eyes, if Ciro really had any tricks, he would probably do it in the docks.

It is the most chaotic and complex area in the whole of Ajaccio and indeed in the whole of Corsica. The various forces are intertwined and intertwined.

The dock gangs, the slumbers of the West Town, the foreign merchants, the captains and sailors who docked, and even the factions of the Corsican navy and the governor Pauli, all clinging to this bustling port, dividing every ounce of profit.

In particular, after the Genoese negotiated an agreement with the French to sell Corsica, the Genoese navy's trade blockade of Corsica was greatly reduced, which made the port city of Ajaccio more and more vibrant, and the port cake became bigger and bigger.

The White Rose, which Lawrence was on at the time, was so unlucky that he happened to bump into a Genoese warship in the face. If the two sides are far enough apart, the Genoese warship may turn a blind eye.

At noon, it is the busiest time in the port.

Twenty or so flat-bottomed fishing boats, which had been out to sea since early in the morning, were returning with full loads and slowly sailing back; A double-deck galleys merchant ship loaded its cargo and set sail on its sails.

In the farthest line of vision, several merchant ships can be faintly seen heading towards Ajaccio.

At the northernmost point of the harbor, the two deepest wharves, were left with the only two line ships of the Corsican navy, which Lawrence estimated to be of the same size as the Genoese warships of that day.

The pier is always filled with the unstoppable chirping, whether it is the insults of the sailors who have filled their stomachs of rum or the shouts of the dock workers in unison, which is the constant theme here.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the place, Lawrence observed for a moment that everything on the docks was running in order, without the blood and corpses left behind by fire and brawls as he had imagined.

"It seems that Ciro Russell has really put a lot of effort into tidying up here."

Lawrence secretly made a judgment, remembering the description of Ciro that day when he interrogated One-Eye.

Thinking of Ciro, Lawrence couldn't help but be a little cautious, looking around, beware of the venom protruding from the shadows of nowhere.

Ya'an, who was always close behind Lawrence, was even more concentrated, his sharp gaze scanning every corner of the surroundings.

Suddenly, Ya'an's pupils shrank, and his eyes focused on a big man who covered his face with a linen hood not far away. Although his face was obscured, this figure Yaan will never forget:

"My lord! That's one-eyed! ”

"What?!"

Lawrence and the other guards on the patrol were all taken aback, and they all looked in the direction Ya'an was pointing.

How could One-Eye, who had finally managed to escape from prison, still appear in front of the patrol?!

Although he couldn't see the face under the hood clearly, with such a muscular body, there was almost no possibility of mistake.

The big man noticed the gaze of Lawrence and the guards, and laughed evilly, and said to himself:

"It's a fucking coming, making me wait so long."

Then One-Eye ripped off his hood, revealing his trademark black blindfold unabashedly, and no one knew why he dared to appear here in the open.