"Report Colonel! Mission accomplished, the Daily Observer has been shut down, and we have arrested all those involved. A police soldier ran into the corner café, stood upright, and respectfully reported to Colonel Giovanni, who was in a daze.

Colonel Giovanni was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses, but he still looked distracted, and in any case, this kind of unconscionable thing was still somewhat unacceptable to the colonel.

The customers in the café also noticed the two of them, and they talked one after another: "That's someone from the police force, right?" The people on Miles Avenue are with them? ”

"It looks like I've just come from Miles Avenue, and it's disgusting that they've scooped the Observer as if it were on fire."

"The Observer's Daily? I kind of like the newspaper, which is a shame. ”

"Yes, it's so rare to find a platform to speak for us in this era, alas, it's a pity that this platform has only existed for a few months, and the people in the police force have really done all the bad things." ... Colonel Giovanni smiled wryly and nodded, signaling that he understood, and then took the already cold mocha coffee on the table, drank it down, and followed the soldier back to Maine Avenue without even wiping his beard.

In the muddy streets, more than a hundred police soldiers were already standing in a neat line, waiting for Colonel Giovanni's arrival.

The captain stood majestically at the front of the line, enjoying this rare command.

As for the newspaper employees, they were crammed like hamsters into three cramped prison vans, and they were planned to be paraded through the streets and then taken back to the police force.

"Colonel!" As soon as Colonel Giovanni appeared on the Avenue of Maine, the captain and officer immediately greeted him as if he had changed his person, respectfully and humbly: "The operation is perfectly over, everything is going well, all the prisoners have been arrested and controlled, and the machines used to propagate reactionary information have been completely destroyed by us. Colonel Giovanni couldn't help but pinch his nose, he stood here smelling the stench of ink leaking from the newspaper office: "Nothing went wrong, did it?" ”

"No, no, you can rest assured that I will do something." The captain laughed flatteringly, secretly stuffed a small money clip to Colonel Giovanni, and whispered a flattering voice: "We also found some cash and deposit slips at the scene, sir, these money... It's better for you to keep it. Colonel Giovanni frowned in disgust, pushed the captain's hand away, and ordered in displeasure: "Alright, you can take the money yourself, and now take me to see the prisoners." ”

"Yes, yes!" The captain delighted and stuffed the wallet into his chest pocket and led Colonel Giovanni to the three prisoner cars.

Many newspaper employees still don't understand what happened, and they cry helplessly in prison vans trying to prove their innocence.

The captain, who was clearly trying to show off his favor in front of Colonel Giovanni, waved his baton and shouted at the crying employees, "Be honest with me!" Otherwise, you will be in good hands when you go back to your cell! With that, the captain immediately put a flattering smile on the corners of his mouth as if his face had changed, and leaned over to Colonel Giovanni and asked, "Sir, everything is ready, all the prisoners involved are here, and you can take these people out on a parade in the streets at any time." ”

"Hmm... Let's go—" Colonel Giovanni casually glanced at the prisoners in the prison van and was about to give the order to start parading the streets.

But in the next moment, his words stopped abruptly, as if a machine had suddenly broken its clockwork.

"Wait..."Colonel Giovanni muttered subconsciously, his pupils shook uncontrollably, his face was even more pale as lime, and even his two strong thighs instantly began to tremble and tremble, almost falling directly to the ground.

He seemed to see a figure who was definitely not supposed to be here. Is it wrong?!

"That's... Who's that! Colonel Giovanni suddenly turned his head to look at the captain officer, pointed to the young man in the prisoner car, who was calm-faced and recuperating with his eyes closed, and asked in a roar, "Is he also an employee of this newspaper?" The captain was also taken aback, and looked tremblingly at Colonel Giovanni's finger, and then stammered, "Long... Sir, he's just a minority shareholder in the newspaper. ”

"Minority shareholders? What's his name? Did you ask about his identity? Colonel Giovanni's roar could be heard by half the street.

The captain officer bowed his head, trembling and not saying a word. He didn't know why Colonel Giovanni was so perverse, so angry, it seemed like he was just a little imp with some assets.

And just as Colonel Giovanni walked to the prisoner cart with his legs limp, trying to get a closer look at the young man's face.

Lawrence in the prison car slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Colonel Giovanni, who was pacing nervously, and greeted with a smile: "Ah, you're Colonel Giovanni, right, it's been a long time." Lawrence was indeed a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this time the operation came from an old acquaintance.

And this ordinary greeting suddenly made Colonel Giovanni, who was lucky, stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Wave... Your Excellency Bonaparte—" Colonel Giovanni fell to his knees with weak legs, his expression dazed and frightened as if he had been robbed of his soul.

At this moment, Colonel Giovanni had only one thought in his mind - the Paris police force had taken the first attendant of His Royal Highness the Prime Minister and Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Corsica into a prisoner car?

What the fuck is this kidding?! As for the captain officer on the side, his face was even more bitter and could drip water, he cautiously walked to the colonel's side and prepared to pick up Giovanni, while cautiously asking, "Sir... Is this an acquaintance of yours? I'm sorry, I really don't know..."Before the words fell, I saw Colonel Giovanni shout angrily and slapped the captain directly on the fat face.

With a snap, the fat oily face suddenly appeared with five more blood marks, as if it had been soldered with a soldering iron.

"Ahhh The burning pain caused the captain to clutch his cheeks and scream, and the scream lasted less than a second before being interrupted by Colonel Giovanni.

He choked the captain by the neck, the veins on his forehead bulging, and he roared with fire in his eyes, "You bastard! Son of a bitch idiot! Do you know what you've done? The police and soldiers present were startled and looked at each other blankly, wondering what the captain had done to make the easy-going Colonel Giovanni so angry.

As for the policemen who escorted Lawrence and Grosso to the prisoner car, their faces were even more pale, could it be that they really offended some big people?

The captain fell to the ground heavily, and the suffocating sensation in his neck made him unable to speak, and he had to let out a series of miserable wails helplessly.

It wasn't until a hint of oxygen-deficient purple appeared on his fat head and big ears that several other non-commissioned officers suddenly reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Colonel Giovanni: "Colonel! What the hell is going on! ”

"Don't be impulsive, sir!" Colonel Giovanni was able to get up under the parry of several people, staring at the frightened captain officer with a vicious look in his eyes, as if he was still not puzzled, and raised his right foot and smashed it directly on the bastard's head.

Looking at the appearance of the captain non-commissioned officer passing out, Colonel Giovanni shouted to the few people beside him: "If this matter is not handled well today, we will wait to meet on the guillotine!" Several non-commissioned officers were stunned for a moment, and they looked at each other in bewilderment, completely unaware of how the seizure of a newspaper office would lead to their own death.

And only Colonel Giovanni himself knew that he was by no means alarmist. The prime minister of a kingdom, the favorite of the current king, and the henchman of the future king, these pig-like subordinates put such a big man in a prison car?

Even if the highest lieutenant commander of the police force encounters such a thing, he has to humbly try his best to seek forgiveness.

But as a small civilian colonel, how can he get the other party's forgiveness? Moreover, this Bonaparte had previously shown a letter of forgiveness for his foolish act of forcibly breaking into the Corsican Embassy, and instead of repaying this kindness, he offended the other party for the second time.

As soon as he thought of this, Colonel Giovanni's face instantly lost a trace of blood, and his whole body was as cold and weak as if he was in an ice cave.

"Alright, Mr. Colonel, I think you should release me first instead of disciplining your men?" Lawrence's calm voice came from the prison car: "Of course, if you think I'm an unforgivable prisoner, you can just escort me back to the police station." Colonel Giovanni was immediately shocked, and quickly removed the keys to the prisoner car from the captain's waist, and personally opened the latches of all three prison cars.

Watching Lawrence easily jump out of the car, Colonel Giovanni lowered his head in a panic and said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency Bonaparte... I, I really don't know what to say, it's not on my mind, I have no idea what you have to do with this newspaper..."Colonel Giovanni was tempted to put all this on the Duke of Ageillon.

But after a little thought, he gave up on the idea, after all, he had not the slightest evidence that the Duke of Agilon had ordered the operation, and he did not even know the name of the steward who threatened him.

"Corsican National Silver has invested in many industries, and this newspaper is just one of them." Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and squinted slightly, "I would like to ask Mr. Colonel, is there any grudge between the Kingdom of Corsican and the police force?" First by forcibly breaking into our embassy, and then by seizing our industry... That's not very kind. Hearing this oppressive questioning, a chill instantly rushed from Colonel Giovanni's toe to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Everyone knows that the relationship between France and Corsica today can be said to be intimate and intangible, and if he is charged with malice sabotaging Franco-French relations at this time, Colonel Giovanni knows that it is absolutely a capital crime.

"END... Not at all, Your Excellency! The colonel's voice was already trembling. Lawrence looked at Colonel Giovanni, who was in a cold sweat and at a loss, chuckled and continued to pressurize: "Oh? Is that a personal vendetta between you, Colonel, and I, Lawrence Bonaparte? Although it was the depths of winter, Colonel Giovanni was still in the middle of the June heat, with a lot of cold sweat running down his cheeks and his neck, and his throat constantly rumbling, and finally he could say a complete sentence: "No, no... Your Excellency, you have a great kindness to me, how can I take revenge on you? God can testify that I, Albert Giovanni, am not that kind of asshole. ”

"Alright," Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and said directly, "Well, I don't think there should be anything to do with you and your subordinates here, unless you still want to carry out your mission." Colonel Giovanni was stunned for a moment, hesitating to justify something.

But Lawrence didn't give him a chance, but turned directly to the weakened President Haython, and Colonel Giovanni saw this and walked away in a daze, directing his men to start evacuating from Maison Boulevard.

...

"I don't know how to thank you, Your Excellency Bonaparte." President Haytham coughed violently twice, looked at the police soldiers who were gradually moving away, and exclaimed with a wry smile: "I really didn't expect you to come here in person... Ahem. Lawrence also hurriedly instructed Grosso to come forward to check and deal with his injuries, and Lawrence still cherished this brave journalist.

"I'm fine, Your Excellency, just in time." President Haytham still smiled bitterly, and glanced at the messy newspaper building with a low expression: "But our newspaper office is not so lucky, alas. Lawrence shook his head: "You can rest assured, Mr. Haytham, that the newspaper will be rebuilt as quickly as possible, regardless of the cost." President Haythami's bitter and worried face finally flashed with joy: "I... Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart, Your Excellency, so that we will be able to resume distribution in less than three days. ”

"Recovering your body is more important than resuming distribution." Lawrence smiled.

"Serving you is the most important thing to me, Your Excellency." ... Lawrence and Grosso didn't stay on Avenue Mains for long, and after making sure President Haytham was well, they returned to the Champs-Élysées in a carriage.

After all, Lawrence doesn't want to expose his relationship with the Observer too obviously, and for now it is enough to maintain the appearance of an ordinary investor.

On the way home, Grosso reflected on what had just happened, and asked with some puzzlement: "I thought you would make a big fuss about the person behind the colonel, he must not have been ordered by the police force to close down the newspaper office this time, right?" ”

"Of course not, I can almost guess who ordered Colonel Giovanni." Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and said: "It is none other than those people from the Richelieu faction, and at present, it seems that it is most likely the Duke of Agilon." Grosso smacked his lips: "Then if it is found out that this matter was instructed by the duke, isn't it also a trick." Lawrence, on the other hand, shook his head with a smile and said, "Duke Agion is not like Count Falcone, he is much more cautious in his work, and he will not leave a handle so easily." "In the last case of the Corsican embassy, the Count of Falcone was convicted of manipulating the Paris police force, after all, thousands of onlookers saw him personally come to the scene to dictate Colonel Giovanni.

But the Duke of Agilon would not be as risky as the young and vigorous Count Falcone, and if he had been left to command even a police colonel, Lawrence felt that he was not qualified to be the leader of the Richelieu faction today.

In fact, Colonel Giovanni had no documentary evidence of Duke Aegion's instructions to him, and he did not even know the identity of the steward who had instructed and threatened him.

Lawrence was not sure that Colonel Giovanni's words alone would lead the culprit of the incident to Duke Aegion.

This is also why, Lawrence knew who was behind this incident, but he did not make a big fuss with Colonel Giovanni about it.

"Is it.." Grosso listened to Lawrence's explanation, nodded very understandingly, and sighed with a smile: "That's a pity, you ran for nothing, this kind of trivial matter can be solved by sending someone to solve it." ”

"No, on the contrary, I've gained a lot this time." Lawrence smiled mysteriously, he personally went to the Avenue of Maine not for the Duke of Ageon's handle: "That police colonel is now obedient to me, I originally used this incident to create a handle, but I did not expect to meet an old acquaintance, and now he has two deadly handles in my hands." ”

"A police colonel? What's the use of him, there are four colonels in the Paris police force. Grosso pouted.

"Grosso, you must know that one lieutenant general and two major generals of the Paris Police Force are in a state of temporary retirement, and they basically do not personally handle the tedious affairs of the troops." Lawrence crossed his fingers and said with a light smile: "In other words, the usual command power is exercised by these four colonels; And, due to the impact of the recent protest rallies in the Parisian police force, the Paris police force has been under martial law, and the four colonels have been on rotation to ensure that they can respond to anomalies in the city at any time... Do you know what that means? ”

"What does that mean?" Grosso couldn't help but swallow.

"As long as I control Colonel Giovanni," Lawrence whispered, "I can control the Paris police force for six hours on a given day, and in that time... There's so much more you can do. ”