"What's wrong, why are there so many cops?"

"They're all carrying knives and guns, Zhenhe."

"I remember that this was the residence of the Duke of Choiseul, and it must have been temporarily loaned to His Excellency Bonaparte, what the hell is going on?"

"Hey, I got inquired, it seems to be related to the disappearance of Jean Dubarry, and that he is going to search this mansion."

"What?! How bold are these policemen to search the residence of the Governor of Corsica? ”

"It is not easy to say that the Governor of Bonaparte did have something to do with Dubarry's disappearance, and the police have the right to investigate on this ground. And I also saw the figure of Count Falcone in the ranks. ”

"I see..."

The Champs-Élysées has already gathered many onlookers, some of whom have followed curiously after seeing the large-scale operation of the Paris police in the streets for a long time.

To their great surprise, these impersonal and high-ranking police officers, who were usually impersonal and high-minded, did not wield sticks to disperse their onlookers today, but turned a blind eye to their followers, and even acquiesced to them.

Even the Paris police did not hide the purpose of their operation, and most people soon learned that they had come to investigate the disappearance of Jean Dubarry.

However, the Paris police were surprised by the targets of their investigations, because no one would have thought that a figure like the governor of Corsica would use kidnapping on a wealthy property.

As for the well-dressed gentlemen of higher status in the crowd, they had obviously heard of the political struggle between the two dukes in Paris, and they saw something deep.

They gathered together and whispered and discussed:

"It is ridiculous that these policemen suspect that Dubari is imprisoned in the residence of the Governor of Bonaparte."

"That's right, a man of Bonaparte's stature wouldn't go into kidnapping an owner."

"Shhhh

"The grandson of the Duke of Richelieu...? Hey, I see, I see that the disappearance of Du Barry was directed and acted by the Duke of Richelieu, in order to suppress the Governor of Bonaparte and the Duke of Choiseul. ”

"I think so, I just don't know how this thing will end. It would be a great shame for Governor Bonaparte to allow the police to search his mansion. ”

Those who are more politically sensitive to politics see the raid as a political confrontation than ordinary citizens.

They all believed that Count Falcone's trip was an attempt to humiliate the governor of Corsica.

For if a man of Lawrence's stature allowed these lowly low-ranking officials to rummage through his dwellings, it would be considered a sign of weakness and incompetence by all.

Even if Lawrence himself may not have cared about such a notion of dignity and inferiority, the citizens of Paris in this era would think that Lawrence had swallowed the fruit of shame.

As time passed, there was still no movement in the mansion, and the number of citizens who rushed to the Champs-Élysées after hearing the news gradually increased, many of them were high-ranking and politically minded, and even many well-informed newspaper reporters.

Rather than whether Dubarry, an inconsequential person, was in Lawrence's mansion or not, they were more concerned about how Lawrence would respond to the crisis.

...

"Lord Earl, it's all arranged."

Directly in front of the gates of Lawrence's mansion, Colonel Giovanni, who was very busy, returned to Count Falcone and reported:

"There are people all around this mansion, and we can see even a fly flying out of it."

As if he hadn't heard, Count Falcone still looked up at the mansion in front of him, and muttered with an intoxicated expression:

"Laurence Bonaparte, you are here, enjoy your last comfortable days, and I will visit you often when you are in the dungeon, oh! I'm going to take Miss Elvi with me, she'll have to see you curled up in the dungeon. ”

"Uh... Lord Earl...? Colonel Giovanni twitched the corners of his lips and cautioned.

Count Falcone, who had been disturbed by his sweet dream, suddenly became angry, and turned his head and shouted:

"Bastard thing! Do I want you to speak! ”

"I..."

Colonel Giovanni carefully looked at the hairy boy in front of him, who was at least twenty years younger than himself, gritted his teeth and swallowed it back, not daring to show any dissatisfaction, and then bowed his head and prepared to step aside.

Seeing this, the policemen present also frowned and looked at this gentleman, they still supported their commander, Colonel Giovanni.

Seeing Colonel Giovanni's submissive appearance in front of Count Falcone, although the policemen dared to be angry, they also complained a lot about this incompetent playboy in front of them.

"Wait." Count Falcone suddenly stopped Colonel Giovanni again, snorted dissatisfiedly, and asked:

"You just said it's all arranged?"

"Yes, it's all laid out according to your instructions."

Colonel Giovanni had no choice but to step forward again and report:

"The entire mansion has been surrounded, even on the side of the Seine, and the search operation can begin at any time."

"Hmph, you're pretty useful."

Count Falcone smiled sinisterly, and turned his head to look at the onlookers on the periphery.

Since the Champs-Élysées was originally the residence of the powerful and wealthy, there were not many citizens who came here to watch, and most of them were gentlemen and ladies with heads and faces.

"By the way, Lord Earl, there is one more thing to report to you."

Colonel Giovanni then added:

"I also heard a lot of comments from the citizens when I was directing the arrangement... They all seem to think that you have come to humiliate the Governor of Corsican and not to investigate Dubari's disappearance. ”

"Humiliation? Well, they're right, I'm going to slap that damned Bonaparte in the face and show the evidence of his guilt to everyone. ”

When Count Falcone heard this, he sneered, turned his head to scan the crowd, and said:

"There were about two or three hundred people watching, enough to witness the end of that Corsican village. Colonel, let's just start the search, I can't wait. ”

"Yes, Lord Count."

Colonel Giovanni had no choice but to bite the bullet, waved a few of his men, and knocked on the door of the mansion with them.

...

"It's coming, it's coming! See you're a pirate leader! They're coming in! ”

Dubarry, who had been peeking outside the room on the second floor, said excitedly to Grosso.

In Dubarry's ears at this moment, Colonel Giovanni's banging on the iron door was more beautiful than any heavenly sound, a symbol of freedom, a symbol of liberation, which meant that he would soon be saved from the hands of this damned barbarian.

If Grosso hadn't been staring at him, Du Barry would have wanted to shout a few times to tell everyone outside that he was here.

The crowd outside also stopped discussing and turned their eyes to the gate of the mansion.

Colonel Giovanni and several police officers have already knocked on the door and are waiting for a response from inside.

"Hmph, just rush in and search for it, it's so troublesome." Count Falcone muttered impatiently, but acquiesced to Colonel Giovanni's rule.

Under everyone's gaze, the door of the main building of the mansion was slowly opened.

The first person to come out of it was an old man in an evening dress, full of hair but full of energy, who was the old butler of the mansion.

He walked gracefully towards the iron gate with small steps, not feeling the slightest nervousness about the hundreds of heavily armed policemen outside the gate, and finally stopped twenty feet from the gate.

The old butler stood still, his calm dark brown twin children staring at Colonel Giovanni at the door, but did not speak.

Immediately afterwards, I saw twenty majestic soldiers walking out of the main building in two groups.

Dressed in the uniforms of the Corsican army, with shiny rifles on their backs, they were marching towards the old butler with their heads held high with neat and steady steps, and they were lined up in two teams to protect the old butler in it.

The people looked at the well-trained precision marksmen and the personable and undaunted old butlers, and the solemn scene was almost as if a foreign envoy had officially met the king.

At least in temperament, it was felt that the Governor of Corsican, on his side, had a slight advantage over the Paris police.

"Good afternoon, sir."

The old butler cleared his throat and stared at Colonel Giovanni as if no one else existed, and said in a deep voice:

"You and your subordinates don't seem to be on today's agenda, so please let us know what you want to do."

Colonel Giovanni was stunned for a moment, his gaze still resting on the twenty soldiers beside the old butler.

Colonel Giovanni, who was a former soldier, could immediately see that these twenty men were veterans who had experienced the baptism of war, resolute and strong, and they were not moved in the face of the two hundred heavily armed Parisian policemen.

Looking at the muskets behind those precision shooters, Colonel Giovanni's attitude couldn't help but soften a little, he didn't expect that the Corsican governor would be so tough and directly send guards to obstruct it.

Colonel Giovanni did not want an armed conflict in a place like the Champs-Élysées unless he had to.

"Please open the door, sir."

Colonel Giovanni exclaimed:

"The Paris police force has every reason to suspect that this mansion is linked to a disappearance of the regurgitated spirit, and we need to search it."

The old butler's face did not change, and he replied without humility or arrogance:

"I'm sorry sir, but the master here didn't give me the authority to open the door for you."

"But I ask that you have to cooperate with the investigation, it is our right." Colonel Giovanni said with a frown.

"I'm sorry again, sir, and I'll do everything I can to cooperate with your investigation, except to open the door." The old butler stood where he was, without the slightest hint of action.

"Damn old man!"

Count Falcone, who was watching from the side, could no longer bear it any longer, and rushed directly to Colonel Giovanni and scolded angrily:

"What are you talking nonsense with him, it's a waste of time! Do you have to say hello to those thugs when you arrest them?! Just slam the damn door open for me! ”

"Yes, yes, Lord Count."

Colonel Giovanni didn't have time to argue, so he nodded and accepted.

He then looked at the openwork withered iron door at the entrance of the mansion, which was clearly a fine and fragile artifact rather than a good and sturdy gate.

The gate's designers probably didn't think about its safety and practicality, after all, no one would think that there was any safety in a place like the Champs-Élysées.

Colonel Giovanni soon summoned several muscular policemen and slammed into the hollowed-out iron door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A loud and loud crash resounded through the Champs-Élysées, and the fragile gate gradually twisted and deformed.

"Sir, I must warn you that your actions are illegal." The old butler warned solemnly.

Before Colonel Giovanni could say anything, Count Falcone laughed disdainfully, stepped forward and pointed at the old butler's nose and scolded:

"Fuck you, old thing, just wait to go into the dungeon with your master, I hope you can live until the day you get out of the dungeon hahaha!"

The old butler glanced at Count Falcone wordlessly, and walked back to the main building of the mansion without any expression.

"Oh my God, he's rude." An elderly gentleman who was watching frowned and said:

"Not at all like a member of a noble family like the Richelieus."

Everyone around them also nodded in agreement, and their impression of this rumored playboy was even worse.

The destruction of the gate continued, and now a hole had been bent between the iron fence large enough for half a person to pass through, and it would not be long before the Parisian police officers could penetrate it.

The sinister smile of the Count of Falcone grew stronger, and he had already decided that he would personally get through this hole in a moment and personally expose the ugly crimes of that damned Bonaparte.

The hearts of the onlookers were also raised to their throats, although the police's actions were very rude, but as soon as they entered the mansion, then the fruits of victory in this confrontation had to be picked by Count Falcone.

And just when people were curious about why the other protagonist had not appeared for a long time, they heard a calm and majestic voice suddenly come from the main building of the mansion:

"Gentlemen, I warn you a second time, that you are an intrusion."

I saw two young people walking out of the main building one after the other.

Leading in front was Lawrence's cronies and bodyguard, Ian who stared at the policemen at the door with a frosty face, his right hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.

The young man with a slight smile in the back was undoubtedly the owner of the place, Lawrence Bonaparte, the governor of Corsica.

"Lawrence... You've figured it out..."

Seeing Lawrence again, Count Falcone's face suddenly became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"It's been a long time."

"Not long, not long, Your Excellency."

Lawrence walked to the center of the precision shooter like a talented old butler, and said with a smile:

"I'm really sorry for the last time we met in battle, are you okay? I asked your grandfather to bring you greetings, but I don't know if you have received them. ”

"You!

”

Hearing Lawrence mention his body again, Count Falcone suddenly became angry, and even ignored the onlookers of others, and directly grabbed the iron door like a crazy baboon and shook it vigorously.

After a long while, Count Falcone, who was panting heavily, stopped, suddenly sneered convulsively, shook his head, and said:

"I don't want to pay attention to your flamboyant tongue, but considering that you won't have anyone to talk to in your cell in the future, I'd better talk to you with compassion. I know Durbari is inside, and if you take the initiative to hand him over and admit that you are a despicable kidnapper, you may be able to get leniency and a sentence. ”