Time came unhurriedly to the next day.

In the early morning of July 2, judging by the cloudless sky, it will be a fine sunny day.

Colonel Giovanni woke up early and changed into his full uniform in his bedroom.

The coat, trousers, and high boots of his uniform were all black, a departure from the French army's iconic blue and white uniform, as he was part of the Parisian police.

The police force in Paris was created a hundred years ago by order of Louis XIV.

In 1667, Louis XIV personally assigned a lieutenant general to maintain law and order in the streets of Paris.

However, the French police system in this era was not the police in the modern sense.

They are more like a branch of the military, whose main task is to control riots and arrest rioters rather than to actively detect them, and it may be more appropriate to call them military security forces.

It was not until 1800, after the Revolution, that the police system and the army were completely separated, and Napoleon founded the Paris Police Department in the modern sense.

Colonel Giovanni straightened his scarf in front of the mirror with some nervousness, then picked up a gilded letter from the bedside table, frowned, and sat down at the table.

"Good morning, dear."

Colonel Giovanni's wife, who had already prepared breakfast and was scrubbing the frying pan at the moment, saw the colonel coming down from upstairs, and she casually greeted:

"Why are you still reading that letter? Since yesterday afternoon, the letter has been like a glue to your hand. ”

"Oh dear, of course a housewife like you doesn't understand." Colonel Giovanni shook his head, his eyes still on the letter, and sighed:

"This was sent by the Duke of Richelieu himself."

"Duke? What a big guy, what does he write letters for? The wife stopped what she was doing and turned her head in surprise.

"A wealthy landlord named Dubari has disappeared, and it is seen that Dubari was finally taken away by the governor of Corsica."

Colonel Giovanni patiently explained:

"The Duke of Richelieu has asked me to take someone to search the governor's mansion, and says that Dubari must be in the mansion."

The wife wiped her hands with a towel, sat down opposite Colonel Giovanni, and said worriedly:

"Wow... It sounds somewhat... Dangerous. ”

"Danger? This is not true, we do have the right to search the house of the Governor of Corsica, because it is seen that Dubari was taken by him before his disappearance. Colonel Giovanni shook his head.

"No, my dear, I mean—" said the wife, still worriedly.

"That governor of Corsican is a big man, isn't he? Sounds like you're going to be caught up in the struggle of the people above. Can't you refuse this duke's request? ”

"You don't understand, dear."

Colonel Giovanni shook his head with a wry smile, pointing to the bright light blue ribbon on his cuffs, which was the identification of his rank of colonel, and then he said helplessly:

"The reason why I was able to wear this was because of the promotion of the Duke of Richelieu. Although he has no real power, he has people in various departments, including the army and police, so how can I refuse his request. ”

"Well... Well? ”

The wife nodded helplessly, and was about to get up and go about her own business, when she suddenly saw a luxurious troika slowly coming from the door of her house through the window, and said in surprise:

"Oh my God, is this who's visiting you? What a luxurious and beautiful carriage. ”

Seeing this, Colonel Giovanni quickly turned his head to look out the window, and then stood up suddenly, not even caring about the breakfast on the table, and said in a loud voice:

"The inverted triangular coat of arms on a white background, which cannot be wrong, is the carriage of the Richelieu family. It must have been the Count of Falcone, whom the Duke had told me in his letter, and that the Count would join the search. ”

"Sounds like surveillance is urging you." His wife said with a frown.

"Who's to say it isn't."

Colonel Giovanni shrugged and said:

"This count is the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu, and he is the commander today. Well, I've got to get out of here, I've heard that the Earl is a grumpy, and I don't want to keep him waiting. ”

...

Colonel Giovanni trotted all the way to Count Falcone's carriage, identified himself to the stables who were guarding outside the carriage, and was allowed to enter.

There was only one Count Falcone in the carriage,

"You're Colonel Giovanni, aren't you?" Count Falcone glanced at the slightly nervous man in front of him, then closed his eyes and asked rudely.

"Yes, Lord Count." Colonel Giovanni replied cautiously.

"Well, you should have a good idea of what your mission is." Count Falcone suddenly asked:

"How many people can you command in this operation?"

Colonel Giovanni hurriedly replied:

"A normal investigation would only require a team of five, but this time, since it was a figure of the Governor of Corsica... I think I should bring a squad of twenty people. ”

"No!"

Count Falcone suddenly opened his eyes, slammed his fist into the wall of the carriage, and asked madly and furiously:

"I'm asking you how many people you can command!"

Colonel Giovanni was startled by this cold noise, but he quickly bowed his head and said:

"Yes, Lord Earl, I can mobilize up to two hundred policemen."

"Two hundred... Hmph, it's enough. Count Falcone pursed his lips and smiled grimly, causing Colonel Giovanni to feel a chill down his back.

"Listen up, Colonel." Count Falcone directly stretched out his hand and pointed at Colonel Giovanni's nose and gave the order:

"I want you to bring all these people with me, and all of them must be fully armed. After the assembly, march through the streets of Paris for an hour before heading to the Champs-Élysées. I'm going to expose the ugly face of that dog-day Bonaparte in front of everyone, and let people see what a vile and savage man he is, hehehehe..."

"It's... "Colonel Giovanni said cautiously:

"What if we... Mr. Dubarry was not found in the residence of the Governor of Corsica... Isn't that embarrassing. ”

"Impossible!"

Count Falcone glared at Colonel Giovanni viciously, as if he felt that such a question was disobedient to himself, and then said disdainfully:

"We have bought off a servant in the Bonaparte mansion and know that Dubarry is inside. The Champs-Élysées are lined with eyeliner, and even if they get the news that they want to move Durbarry, they can't escape our surveillance. Hmph, not to mention that poor Bonaparte had no idea that he was only one step away from the dungeons of the Palace of Justice, and he probably thought how perfect the kidnapping of Dubarry was, idiot. ”

"That's... Well, Lord Count, come as you command. ”

Colonel Giovanni, seeing that Count Falcone had been so assured, had no choice but to accompany him ruthlessly, bowed his head and said:

"I'm going to gather my subordinates."

"Well, just take my carriage, I'm going to see it happen, and I can't miss a second."

Count Falcone licked his lips and let out a horrified laugh.

......

It was almost noon, the Champs-Élysées, Lawrence's mansion.

"So how is your work going?"

At lunchtime, Lawrence casually asked the two auditors of the Commerzle de France who worked for him.

One of them hurriedly put down his knife and fork and replied:

"There's still a lot of work to be done, after all, Dubarry has a lot of property in his name, and those ledgers can fill our room."

Another added:

"But those books of Dubarry... To be honest, it was too shoddy, and there were traces of loopholes and fakes everywhere. He should have hired someone who was smarter and knew how to make false accounts... Well, I mean accounting for reasonable tax avoidance. ”

Lawrence nodded, presumably guessing why Du Barry was so careless financially.

He probably relied on the Duke of Richelieu as his backer, and those tax officials didn't dare to do anything with him, so they didn't care about the accounts at all.

Lawrence, of course, would have liked to see Dubarry's unsolicited tricks.

At this moment, the old butler of the mansion suddenly ran into the dining room in a hurry, and without saluting, ran straight to Lawrence's side, and even almost bumped into a servant with a plate.

The old butler was usually gentle and unhurried, and it was the first time he had seen Lawrence in such a hurry as today.

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, there are two things that need to be reported to you."

The old butler leaned over and whispered in Lawrence's ear:

"First of all, the news from the Palazzo Douinlery, that the safe you sent yesterday has been opened, and inside is Monsieur Durbarry's diary, private accounts, letters, and a large pile of jewels and title deeds."

"yes, find a time to arrange for someone to bring back the contents by hand." Lawrence nodded in command.

After obtaining Du Barry's personal safe yesterday morning, Lawrence sent it directly to the Tuinlery Palace, where a master locksmith like Crown Prince Louis would have to make use of it.

And Crown Prince Louis himself did not think Lawrence's request was a faux pas.

Instead, he felt that he could help in investigating the attack to ease his guilt about Lawrence, after all, in the crown prince's view, the source of all this was Lawrence's desire to stand up for himself.

"What's the second thing?" Lawrence then asked, and it seemed that it was the second news that made the calm old butler lose his temper.

"Your Excellency Bonaparte," said the old butler with a solemn countenance:

"I just got the news that hundreds of police officers have gathered in the streets of Paris, and they have attracted the attention of many citizens with their swagger, and they have not concealed their purpose... It was said that he had come to search the mansion to investigate the disappearance of Mr. Dubarry. ”

"Hundreds of cops? It's a big scene. ”

Lawrence took an unhurried sip of the broth and said with a smile.

Grosso, Ya'an and Anna on the table couldn't help but put down the dishes and looked at Lawrence and the old butler with a frown.

"Hey, what's wrong? What police? Grosso asked directly with a big grin.

"There's a move on the Duke of Richelieu's side."

Lawrence chewed the stew and said:

"It is said that hundreds of police officers were sent to investigate Dubari's disappearance."

"You mean now? Hundreds of cops? Well, that's a bit of a tough deal. ”

Grosso was stunned for a moment, then quickly scratched his head and said:

"That boy Dubari is still in a faint basement, and we won't get him out yet. If it turns out that you are the fault of Dubarry's disappearance, then we will not stay in Paris and flee back to Corsica. ”

"No, there's no need to transfer, there must be quite a few eyes on us outside."

Lawrence shook his head and said calmly:

"And remember what I said, I'm going to block all the ways of Dubarry's life, including the one he wanted the most."

Grosso took a breath, rubbed his head anxiously and thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand, so he had to smack his lips and say:

"Okay, so you're going to...?"

Lawrence picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, then got up and said to the two auditors:

"I'm sorry for you, but lunch has to end early, so please go back to your room first."

The two auditors nodded and got up to leave, they didn't want to get involved in the political struggle of these upper echelons, because they heard that hundreds of police officers would soon surround the place.

After the two auditors had left, Lawrence continued to instruct:

"Ya'an, gather all the precision marksmen, distribute muskets and ammunition, and be ready to standby; Grosso, wake up Dubarry and take him to a second-floor room so that he can see what's going on outside; Anna, go back to her room to review her French homework. Do you get it? ”

The three of them nodded in understanding, and then they all stood up to carry out Lawrence's arrangement.

...

"Hmm... I'm in..."

Jean Dubarry awoke from his coma once more and slowly opened his eyes.

And he was shocked to find that the scenery in front of him was finally no longer the same dimly lit basement.

", I'm finally awake."

Grosso slapped Dubari on the head mercilessly, pointed to the window in front of him and said:

"Lawrence told you to watch the movement outside, take a good look, there are not many opportunities like this for you, huh."

"Outside...?" Confused, Du Barry leaned his eyes to the window, looking through the gap in the tightly obscured curtain out of the door of the mansion.

I saw that the Champs-Élysées, which was cold and deserted on weekdays, had gathered a black crowd at some point.

As you can see from the direction of the crowd's bodies, everyone's attention is on the mansion.

The most striking of the crowd were undoubtedly the Parisian policemen in black uniforms and wide-brimmed hats.

All of them were heavily armed, armed with sabers and muskets on their backs, in a neat formation, like a small army.

And this small army is now tightly surrounding the mansion, as if it were about to take a town at your fingertips.

"Oh my God, that's...!"

Du Barry's gaze wandered impatiently on the Champs-Élysées, and soon he found the person he most wanted to see at the moment, and he could not help but exclaim to himself:

"That's Count Falcone! I saw him, and he came to get me out! I knew I would be saved! I'll be out in no time! ”

With that, Dubari turned his head to look at Grosso, laughed maniacally, and said:

"Did you see that? You inhuman pirate leader, you're surrounded! In half an hour I'll be out of this hell under the protection of those cops, and the next time I see you will be in the dungeon! You're in there hahahaha. Now, you damn barbarian, untie me quickly, maybe this will save you a few months in prison! ”