"No, no... Why is this happening...!"

Du Barry, who had been watching all this from the room on the second floor, was now staring down with vacant eyes, watching the still imposing Parisian policemen emerge from the hole one by one.

Even the Count of Falcone, whom he regarded as his savior, left the mansion with the policemen hunched over after a few inconsequential words to Lawrence, and without stopping for a moment, he soon got into the carriage and disappeared into the Champs-Élysées.

The courtyard of the mansion, which had smelled of gunpowder just now, was now completely calm, and only the twisted and deformed door of the mansion proved that there had been a fierce conflict here.

The onlookers were excited and unsatisfied.

When the police forced their way into the mansion, they thought the balance of victory had tipped in favor of Count Falcone.

But no one expected that Lawrence would completely dissolve this crisis with just a piece of paper.

Especially when people learned that this place was actually the Corsican embassy in France, they couldn't help but sympathize with Count Falcone.

No matter how powerful the Richelieu family was, Count Falcone was destined to escape the charge of instigating police forces to attack embassies of other countries.

And those who were quick-witted felt a chill down their backs when they heard the news, and they vaguely sensed that this must be a trap deliberately set by the governor of Corsican for the Count of Falcone.

After all, the document for the establishment of the embassy had been signed for several days, and Lawrence had deliberately chosen to announce it today, especially after Colonel Giovanni and others had forcibly entered the mansion.

The timing of this was also chilling, and they all sighed that the young governor of a foreign land was really a good means.

As for Jean Dubarry, who witnessed all this, he was already in a state of mind at the moment, with mixed feelings.

He didn't know what was going on below, he only saw Lawrence send someone to hand Colonel Giovanni a fluttering scroll of papers, and then the army of Parisian police officers left the place as if they were hiding from the plague.

The man, who had been tortured for three days, could not have imagined that Count Falcone, whom he had placed high hopes on, would fall under that piece of parchment.

And the reason why Dubari was able to endure these days of torture was also because he firmly believed that the Duke of Richelieu could send someone to rescue him.

Today, this belief is like a glass ball falling from a high altitude, shattered into a slag.

The dregs still raged like a blade in Dubarry's spirit, and he felt the pain and despair of a knife all the time.

If there is anything more desperate than despair itself, it is undoubtedly to see hope first and then see that hope burst before your eyes.

"Yo, Mr. Dubarry."

Grosso came up with a hippie smile and grabbed Dubarry by the collar with one hand like a kitten, and said with a smile:

"Looks like you're going to have to stay with me as a pirate leader for a while, huh?"

Dubari turned his head sideways to look at the scar on Grosso's face, both of which were trembling uncontrollably.

Even when he experienced those tortures himself, Du Barry had never been so frightened.

Because before he believed that these sufferings were temporary, and now, he only saw endless torments waiting for him.

"You two seem to be getting along very well."

The door suddenly opened, and it was Lawrence who pushed the door in, smiling and looking at Dubarry.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm very happy, how is he feeling, you can ask him yourself."

Grosso grinned and patted Dubarry on the shoulder, smiling heartily.

Dubari was in no mood to pay attention to Grosso's joke at all, he looked up at Lawrence with a pale face, and asked in despair:

"Why did they leave?"

Lawrence pulled out a triangular chair and sat down, crossed his legs and said lightly:

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Your good friend, Count Falcone, found out that this was the Corsican embassy in France, so he left."

"What are you talking about—" Dubarry muttered in a daze.

As a prisoner who was held here himself, Du Barry knew very well that this was not a bullshit embassy at all, just the private residence of Lawrence and his party.

But regardless of the actual situation, as long as this area is given the character of a diplomatic mission, then it is owned by the Republic of Corsica.

And Du Barry also reacted instantly, which meant that he who was imprisoned in this mansion would have no hope of being rescued.

From the High Court of Paris in the judicial system, to Caesar Gabriel, the foreign minister in the foreign service, they were all the men of the Duke of Choiseul, that is, the ones who sided with Lawrence.

Even if everyone knew that Dubarry's disappearance was inseparable from Lawrence, no agency or department could investigate Lawrence on this basis.

Du Barry's eyes gradually clouded, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and his whole person was shrouded in despair.

Lawrence silently watched Dubarry's passive and desperate appearance, knowing that his other purpose had been achieved.

"Huh? You're saying it's an embassy? No wonder you kid was so confident the other day."

Grosso nodded abruptly, threw Dubarry aside, stepped forward and put his arm on Lawrence's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Then I'm also a diplomat or something, I've heard that diplomats have some immunity, and they won't be arrested for killing people and setting fires in the street."

Lawrence rolled his eyes helplessly, waved his hand and explained:

"It's true that all of us in our group can be considered diplomats, and we do have diplomatic immunity. But you have to remember that this power is held by the state, not by the individual."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Grosso blinked twice quickly and asked puzzledly, he had little interest in the minutiae of international law.

"In other words, if you do kill people in the street and set fires, I have two options."

Lawrence goes on to explain:

"Either in the name of the Corsican government we will deprive you of your immunity and give you over to the French for trial in a normal way; Either you retain your immunity in the name of the Corsican government, but that means that your actions are supported by the Corsican government. I don't think I would support you in the name of the government to go on a killing spree in the streets of Paris."

"Uh, I see, I thought it was such a nice privilege."

Grosso pursed his lips in disappointment, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"But then again, what are we going to do with this boy Dubarry, if he does disappear for too long, people will definitely suspect us. They can't confirm it, but it's not good for our reputation?"

Lawrence nodded slightly, if Dubarry really disappeared from the public eye for a long time, the citizens would inevitably take Lawrence who finally took Dubarry as the primary object of suspicion.

While suspicions may never be confirmed, Lawrence doesn't want his reputation to be affected by this egregious kidnapping.

What's more, Count Falcone is here today under the banner of investigating Dubarry's disappearance, and if Lawrence can put aside himself and Dubarry's disappearance, then it will also be a powerful riposte to Count Falcone.

And the best way to get rid of suspicion is undoubtedly to let the protagonist of this piece show up.

"What to do with Mr. Dubarry... I think the answer to that question is up to him."

Lawrence got up and walked up to the dejected Dubarry, and said softly:

"Mr. Dubarry, you should remember what I mentioned to you earlier, right?"

A glimmer of light regained in Dubarry's eyes, and he remembered of Lawrence's ridiculous self-accusation against the Duke of Richelieu.

It was only in this desperate situation that he had to ponder this request in his mind again, and then looked up at Lawrence, nodding weakly.

"Very

Okay," Lawrence said with a smile, still laughing.

"Actually, to be honest, Mr. Dubarry, I don't want to drive you into a dead end. Though there are so many shady things in your personal finances, though you personally ordered the attack on me, though there is such a perverted secret in the basement of your home, although there are many things in your diary and private accounts that would make you hang on the gallows..."

Hearing Lawrence read out his handle one by one, Dubarry's body couldn't help but tremble.

He knew that any one of them alone would be enough to make him disappear from Paris completely, not to mention that so much incriminating evidence would be enough to put all the methods of execution in France to the test.

And Lawrence said that he didn't want to drive Dubari to a dead end, but he was actually telling him that his little life was in his own hands.

"I'm sorry for saying so much."

Lawrence finished listing the incriminating evidence of Dubarry after a lot of speech, and then looked at Dubarry, who was trembling slightly, and continued:

"Anyway, even though you're a heinous villain, there's no conflict of core interests between the two of us, right? I don't have much interest in brothels and bathhouses."

"I'm interested." Grosso rubbed his head and interjected casually.

"You... You mean..."

Du Barry said tremblingly:

"As long as I... to the Duke of Richelieu..."

Lawrence nodded directly in response:

"Of course, as long as you cooperate with us sincerely, I can turn a blind eye to your guilt. I'm not a righteous partner, and I don't have time to work for justice."

Dubari lowered his head, and the tremors of his body gradually subsided.

Now there were only two paths in front of him, one was to be loyal to the Duke of Richelieu to death, and the other was to cooperate with Lawrence to stand against the Duke of Richelieu.

Either one is very gloomy in Dubarry's eyes, but only the one that cooperates with Lawrence still retains a glimmer of hope for his survival.

Looking at Du Barry, who was on the verge of collapse, Lawrence whispered at the right time:

"As long as you say yes, we're partners. I think it's time to give you some of the benefits that a partner deserves, such as a soft bed, delicious dishes, freedom from torture, and... A little bit of limited freedom."

What Dubarry once took for granted was now a luxury, and he listened in amazement to Lawrence's every word.

When he heard the word freedom, Du Barry could no longer bear the torment in his heart, and his throat gurgled and he spat out a short sentence:

"I promise you..."

A short sentence seemed to drain Dubarry's whole body, and after spitting out the last syllable, he sat down on the ground.

However, judging from the smile that unconsciously evoked at the corner of Dubarry's mouth, his soul that had been tortured for several days was greatly relieved.

......

More than half an hour later, the Duke's mansion was still in the duke's study.

"Whew..."

The Duke of Richelieu took a deep puff of a brass pistol, and then exhaled a puff of snow-white smoke with a relaxed expression.

"Ahem..."

Justice Mopp, who was sitting opposite him, covered his nose and coughed a few times, frowned slightly, and said:

"Your Excellency, my friends at the Royal Society of Medicine say that smoking causes illness."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't have a few years to live like an old bone."

The Duke of Richelieu put aside the cigarette gun and said in a good mood:

"It's better to enjoy what you can enjoy in this world, especially on a good day like today."

"Yes, it's a great day, and it's worth my time to celebrate with you."

Justice Mopp nodded, echoed and laughed twice, and said:

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Celebrate the day when the self-proclaimed clever Lawrence Bonaparte dug his own grave, and I never thought he would dare to commit a kidnapping in Paris."

The Duke of Richelieu tasted the smell of tobacco in his body cavity and said smugly:

"I'm not surprised at all, I'm not surprised that the barbarians from a place like Corsica do anything, they were quite impressive at first, but over time they became prototypes, because their brains are different from ours, and you should let your friends from the Royal Society of Medicine study and maybe publish a brilliant paper."

Lord Mopp was amused by the joke, and waved his hand and said:

"Hahaha, I'll tell him the next time I see him, maybe your name will appear in the co-author hahahaha."

The Duke of Richelieu was also amused by his jokes, and his beard trembled with laughter, and after a while he came to his senses, and said with a smile:

"I think it's almost time, and Falcone should bring back that damn guy Jean Dubarry."

The two of them were silenced for more than ten minutes in a burst of laughter, and then there were two heavy knocks on the door.

Before the Duke of Richelieu could say please enter, the expressionless Count Falcone pushed the door straight and walked in.

"Ah, dear Falcone, you're back."

The Duke of Richelieu propped up the table, stood up at once, and said with a smile:

"What about Jean Dubarry? Let him come in too. I regret not seeing that Bonaparte's face with my own eyes, and perhaps you can tell me about it, and I'm sure Justice Mapp would like to hear it too, so sit down."