March 25, 1770.

The negotiations between Pauly and Pete were almost over, and even in the printing house in Ajaccio, a contract with a thickness of more than 30 pages and the scent of ink had been published.

At the end of the contract, Paulie and Pete also solemnly signed their names on behalf of their respective people.

The contract has been made, and the boulder that pressed on Poly's heart has finally been loosened by half, and the remaining half will not be completely reassured until this contract is fully made public.

At the same time, in order to demonstrate the legitimacy of its actions, Poly also knew that the announcement of the contract could not be achieved overnight.

Therefore, he sent a copy of the contract to be secretly delivered to the members of the council, and coerced and induced the members of parliament in exchange for their public recognition of the legality of the contract.

Of course, for the citizens of Ajaccio, who were unaware of the dark clouds that had gathered in the Doge's Palace, there was something more noteworthy for them recently:

Lawrence Bonaparte was relieved of all duties in the patrol and in the Wehrmacht by order of Pauly, and only the honorary title of Lieutenant Colonel of the Wehrmacht was retained.

As for the affairs of the patrol, it was taken over by its original captain, Captain Hallett.

"Tsk, this Lawrence, it's good to take care of this rotten place."

With his hands behind his back, Captain Harley walked into the hall of the patrol station, looked around insolently, and couldn't help but lick his lips and say proudly.

As the nominal commander of the patrol, the official position of Captain Luck is only a matter of spending money to make some connections, which is equivalent to buying it from Poly.

As for himself, he was a wealthy landowner who owned a lot of land and tenants in the countryside.

"This gentleman, are you?" A patrolman asked when he saw Captain Harley barging in so flamboyantly, and quickly reached out to stop him.

"Yo?" Captain Harley ignored the patrolman's questioning, but looked at him with a sneer, and shouted with a displeased face:

"What's the matter, don't you know me?"

The patrolman frowned and looked at Captain Harled, who was a rich man from the amount of gold and silver jewelry he had, but who was so rude and proper of an upstart, said impatiently:

"Are you here to report a crime or something? Make your intentions clear, or I have the right to expel you." ”

"Fuck!"

Captain Harley was suddenly angry, and in his farm, which tenant serf dared to talk to him like this, so he unceremoniously raised his palm and slapped him directly.

Syllable!

Hearing a loud slap, it instantly attracted the attention of the patrolmen in the hall, who were also shocked and angry, and directly drew their sabers and pointed at Captain Harley and shouted:

"You dare to openly attack a patrol?!"

"Assault your mother! Lao Tzu just fought, what's the matter? ”

Captain Harley snorted coldly, pointed directly at the patrol in front of him and scolded, and then took out Paulie's warrant and slapped it on the table, shouting presumptuously:

"His grandmother's, open your dog's eyes and see clearly, who Lao Tzu is."

The patrolmen stepped forward to look at the warrant on the table, and then looked at Captain Harley in shock, remembering that they also had a nominal captain, and Lawrence had only held the position of vice-captain for the past two years.

And because Captain Harley lived in the country all year round, and even when he went into the city, he would not live in the dilapidated fortress of the patrol, so few patrolmen knew him.

"What's wrong?!"

Old Sean hurriedly rushed to the hall after hearing the movement downstairs, looked at Harley in gold and silver in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and said in surprise:

"You're... Captain Harled? How did you get here? ”

In the old Shaun's impression, this captain Harley just used the patrol as a tool to collect money, and most of the various protection fees, hush money, bail money, etc. collected by the patrolmen before were set up by him, and the money basically went into his pocket.

A patrolman poked Shaun Sr. and showed him Paulie's warrant on the table.

"You're going to take over here?!" Old Sean looked at Pauly's warrant in disbelief and shouted out in disbelief.

"Hmph, I remember you, old Sean."

Captain Harley looked at old Sean, shook his head and said:

"Finally, there is a person with a familiar face, you, take me around here, Lao Tzu hasn't been here for a few years."

With that, Captain Hallold slapped the patrol in front of him on the face again, and said playfully:

"Do you remember Uncle's face? Next time, put a clever point! ”

"You!" The patrolman immediately clenched his fists, blushed, and took a step forward with his chest straight, staring at the captain of Harled.

Seeing this, old Sean hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the patrolman behind him and gave him a look.

Before leaving, Lawrence had instructed them that the patrol should keep a low profile before he returned, and old Sean, who had remembered this order, squeezed out a smile and said:

"Hehe, Captain Halled, please come with me, I'll show you around."

"Hmph"

Captain Harley looked at the old Shaun, who was quiet, and then he was a little satisfied, and followed in the footsteps of the old Shaun around the station.

......

About half an hour later, Captain Harled, who returned to the hall, could not hide the greed on his face at all, and pointed at old Sean and scolded repeatedly:

"What a Bonaparte, that's a fool! There are so many prisoners in the dungeon, this is all ready-made gold and silver, and each person receives a bail, which is not just a distribution. ”

"This..."The corners of old Sean's mouth twitched, and he said with an ugly face:

"It's full of dangerous elements, and many of them are gang members who have a few lives on their hands, if they are released..."

"Huh? I said you old Sean, I remember when you used to earn this money with me, you didn't talk so much. ”

Captain Harled stared at Old Sean in surprise, waved his hand and said:

"We're not a fucking welfare home, criminals will be released when they are released, and we can still charge more protection money if the crime rate is high outside, that Bonaparte, I can't figure this out, I'm stupid."

Old Sean lowered his head and did not speak, and forcibly swallowed this breath back into his stomach.

"Hmph, forget it, I'll collect this bail money slowly, these prisoners can't run away anyway."

Captain Harled had just pulled the topic away from the dungeon, and before he could let old Sean breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly lowered his voice, grinned greedily and feverishly, and said:

"Also, old Sean, what are the cash boxes on the top floor of yours for?"

"You!" Old Sean immediately stood up on the table, and said in a trembling voice:

"That's the share of all the patrolmen, it's all shared!"

"Tsk." Captain Khaled's mouth smacked in displeasure, and said with a straight face:

"What bullshit, you all have a stable job, and you don't want to be grateful? Still thinking about what share? Is there any dedication? Every day, you know that you get into the eyes of money, do you work for money?! ”

After that, Captain Harley didn't hide his face at all, coughed twice and said:

"Also, the cash box is here... It's not safe, and it will affect your mind, so I'll send someone to move out in a few days and take care of it for you. ”

Old Sean was already silent, holding his forehead with his hands, trying not to listen to Captain Harled's words, and at the same time praying earnestly in his heart over and over again:

"God, let Master Bonaparte come back, or I will be tempted to hang this bastard from a street lamp with my own hands."