After leaving the Governor's Palace, Lawrence immediately rushed to the patrol station, and for this opportunity to directly kill Ciro, Lawrence could not afford to make the slightest mistake, and had to plan carefully.

"Lord Bonaparte! You're back! ”

As soon as Lawrence entered the gate of the station, old Sean, who was still dozing off with his chin at the table, immediately woke up, hurriedly got up from his chair, trotted to Lawrence's side, and asked like a cannon:

"Oh my God, did you just come back today? Will you stay in Ajaccio? Why didn't you write to inform your brothers in advance? Otherwise, we will definitely prepare a banquet to welcome you..."

Old Sean Ben was talking one after another, and after seeing Lawrence's serious expression, he quickly interrupted himself and asked worriedly:

"Is something wrong?"

Lawrence bowed slightly, found a chair and sat down, and commanded briefly:

"Old Sean, send someone to Xicheng District and ask Grosso and Yaan to come back to see me. Remember, come and go without revealing your identity. ”

"Yes!"

Old Sean stood upright, responded cleanly, and then turned around and went to the second floor to find a suitable person to convey the order. As for the personalities and abilities of these patrol soldiers, Old Sean still knows more than Lawrence.

Estimating that it would take more than an hour for Grosso and them to come over, Lawrence called Old Sean over for a chat, and asked about the patrol in recent days.

"Lately, but it's better than ever."

Old Sean kept laughing and said embarrassedly:

"Since you, Lord Bonaparte, have established a code of discipline within the team, the north and south of the city have become much quieter, and the people have become more and more supportive of us. Hehe, this old man of mine walked down the street the day before yesterday and someone brought me a bouquet of flowers. ”

Lawrence listened, nodding approvingly from time to time.

Lawrence was not surprised by the popular support, as he did with the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion, who wanted nothing more than the patrol to do their part, and even no additional boon.

"What about the team? How are these days? Lawrence asked, taking the coffee from one of the patrolmen.

"It's also good, although a few people complained that the discipline was too strict, but when the day of the payroll they all shut up."

Lawrence nodded, took a sip of his coffee, and continued to ask:

"What about patrol training? How are muskets used? ”

As early as the beginning of February, Lawrence asked Governor Pauly for approval to replenish the eighty muskets, which, including the twenty in the ranks, was enough to arm the entire patrol.

"It's no problem to use normally, and the queue or something is basically mastered, but there are not many opportunities for actual combat, and they have a lot of fights with gangs in Xicheng District."

This result was also expected by Lawrence, as the smoothbore gun was not as good as a longbow in the hands of a skilled archer, but its greatest advantage was that it was easy to train.

Even peasants recruited from the countryside were able to master the loading and firing of smoothbore guns in a short time. For these patrolmen, nearly twenty days of training was more than enough.

An hour and a half later, Grosso and Yaan arrived at the station. The two did not wear uniforms in order to conceal their whereabouts, but simple linen shirts and a small cape with a hood.

"Your Excellency."

Yaan greeted Lawrence like a golden word, and then stood beside Lawrence like an ice sculpture without saying a word. His arms were still wrapped in bandages, which seemed to be new scars from the recent past.

"Boy, you're back, it's really a great thing to do in the army."

Grosso was much more lively, and he was born as a sailor, and he still called him a brat even when he played for Lawrence.

However, Lawrence didn't mind this, Grosso had been obedient to his orders so far, and there was no need to tie him down on these details. Only the most clumsy leader will be harsh on his subordinates on the surface.

Lawrence nodded to the two of them and said softly:

"Let's go upstairs and talk."

Although all the people in the station were his own, Lawrence chose to be on the safe side and planned with the three of them to arrest Ciro Russell in the empty storage room on the fourth floor.

Closing the door of the pantry, Lawrence lit an oil lamp, looked at the scars on Yaan's arms, and took the lead in speaking:

"How did this fall? It shouldn't be the wound left by One-Eye. ”

Yaan lowered his head and didn't speak, so Grosso patted him on the shoulder, pouted and said:

"This kid, like a mad dog, he will be the first to rush any action, he can't control it, and it's a miracle that he can survive until now."

Lawrence couldn't help but sigh, knowing that Ya'an still hadn't come out of the girl's death, but Lawrence couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm not talking nonsense anymore."

Lawrence said directly, took out the arrest warrant that Governor Paulie had just signed, and put it on the table for the three of them to look at it.

After some circulation, the expressions of the three of them immediately became extremely serious.

"So, you can finally do it to that bastard?"

Grosso changed his playful expression, looked at the arrest warrant on the table seriously, and said that Ciro also had one of his brother's lives on his hands, and Grosso's willingness to kill Ciro would not be lower than Lawrence's.

Ya'an stared at the arrest warrant in silence, his pupils dilated slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but Lawrence had already noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.

"That's right, we didn't have Ciro in our hands before, so this opportunity can't be missed."

Lawrence swept his gaze over the expressions of the three of them, and said in a deep voice:

"Do you guys have any ideas?"

"!" Grosso slapped the table and scolded bitterly:

"According to me, just take everyone and copy his dog's lair!"

Before Lawrence could reply, Yaan shook his head first and reminded in a low voice:

"Not very proper, one of the pieces of information provided by Bonaparte says that the union men had purchased a large amount of daily necessities, even fresh water, a few days ago. Coupled with the fact that the gangs in Xicheng District haven't moved much these days, I suspect..."

Lawrence, Grosso and Old Sean glanced at each other, this information was ignored by them, and now after Ya'an's reminder, the three of them could easily deduce that there were probably a large number of gangsters stationed in the small church at the union headquarters.

Considering that Ciro should also have a lot of muskets in his hands, if he led people to force an attack, the patrol should also suffer casualties, Lawrence had to temporarily list the attack as his next policy.

"When did they start procuring supplies?" Lawrence asked with a frown.

"It should be..."Ya'an closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, and said, "Around February 10th." ”

"February 10th..."

Lawrence's eyes dilated slightly, this was the third day he had captured General Bellan, and it should have been this day that Ciro Russell got the news that General Berlan had been captured.

If so, Ciro should have guessed that Lawrence knew about his affair with the Genoese, and probably also speculated that Lawrence would make a big fuss about it.

However, how Ciro will respond, judging from the current information, Lawrence can't guess for the time being.