"I suspect this guy has a connection to the mob! Arrest him! ”

The arrival of reinforcements brought the battle to a clean end, and the fat sergeant once again returned to his usual posture of authority, pointing his halberd at Jérôme. Bonaparte demanded that the police arrest him.

Several of the same Jerome. The police officers who were fighting side by side with Bonaparte looked at each other for a moment, but they did not move.

"You ...... Are you trying to disobey my commands? "The fat sheriff is furious against the disrespect for his life.

Subsequently, he pointed to several more people who were related to Jérôme. Bonaparte's unfamiliar police arrested him.

"Mr. Stalin is not a mob! Mr. Stalin just helped us! "George. John stepped up for Jérôme. Bonaparte spoke up, Jérôme. Bonaparte smiled with satisfaction, the kid still had a bit of a conscience.

"I said he was a mob, he was a mob!" The fat sheriff took advantage of his privilege and said, "Who knows if he's a mob complicit just now!" Maybe he's the mob's guilt! ”

"You ......" George. John was speechless with rage.

"That's it! Child! "Jérôme. Bonaparte patted George gently. John's shoulder said kindly: "There is no reason to talk about this kind of scum!" ”

"You ......" the fat sheriff rolled up his sleeves and tried to take Jérôme. Bonaparte was beaten fat.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Jérôme. Bonaparte kindly "reminded": "If it is a private duel, it will kill people!" ”

The fat sheriff suddenly realized that Jérôme. Bonaparte rolled the cuffs back up in a sloppy manner.

The fat sergeant's fear of death deeply aroused the contempt of his subordinates and fellow police officers.

In the 19th century, when the spirit of aristocratic dueling was not yet completely lost, private duels were undoubtedly a matter for all ages.

Anyone who doesn't dare to fight will be tried to be a coward, and he can't hold his head up in the aristocracy.

Therefore, many nobles and commoners would choose to duel for the sake of temporary resentment, and the number of deaths in duels in Britain every year was no less than that of car accidents.

"Quick! Catch him for me! The fat sheriff yelled in annoyance.

Even though the fat sheriff knew he couldn't help the guy in front of him, he still wanted Jérôme. Bonaparte got a taste of what it was like to live in a detention center.

Several police officers will be Jérôme. Bonaparte was surrounded by a police officer, and one of the officers smiled apologetically and said, "Sir, do you have anything else to pass on to your family?" ”

The implication of the officer's words was to make Jérôme. Bonaparte was able to find his family to bail.

After all, the prisons in London can only hold the poor, not the gentlemen of the United Kingdom.

Jérôme. Bonaparte vs. George. After John explained the location of Louis's mansion, he handed Hamm and his cane to George. John: "Be sure to bring what I said to the people in the mansion!" ”

"I see!" George. John nodded in understanding.

On the occasion of parting, Jérôme. Bonaparte seemed to think of something, and he rushed at George again. John shouted, "Let the people in the mansion tell me that I was sent to prison by the people of the United Kingdom!" They're going to sue me for the workers' lives! ”

George. John didn't understand Jérôme. Bonaparte meant, but he decided anyway to take Jérôme. Bonaparte's words were spoken to the people of the mansion without moving.

With more than 200 police officers "intimately" sending each other, Jérôme. Bonaparte and MacGrace arrived at the Metropolitan Police District Detention Centre in London.

"Sheriff, it doesn't look like this is a prison!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said to the fat sheriff with a smile.

"You ......" The fat sheriff didn't say a word, and ordered two officers to take Jérôme. Bonaparte was in the same detention facility as MacGrace.

The detention facility isn't huge, but it's better to be clean.

Two wooden cots, a wooden round table, and a kerosene lamp on a square table are all that is decorated in the detention centre.

Sunlight shines into the room through the square barred windows, which are the only places in the room that can be illuminated. Bonaparte's contact with the outside world was completely severed.

Nothing matters at the moment, Jérôme. Bonaparte had no choice but to lie on a cot and wait for Pessini's rescue.

Even if George. John did not pass the news on to Pesini, his angel investor Leonel. Rothschild would also rush over and bail him out.

Jérôme is not in a detention center, and sometimes staying inside is much more influential than staying outside.

A certain South African "great man" inspired Jérôme.

Besides, the situation outside is so chaotic now, prison is the best way to get out of the whirlpool.

Jérôme lying on the bed. Bonaparte was about to close his eyes when MacGraeth's voice woke him up.

"Huh?" Jérôme. Bonaparte opened his eyes and looked at the beleaguered McGregory and said, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"That ......," McGregory asked, rearranging the language, "what were the answers to those questions that you just said in that place?" ”

"What are the problems?" Jérôme. Bonaparte scratched his head.

"By what overthrow? What's ......" McGrath once again will Jérôme. Bonaparte's original question was repeated.

"Ah......h Bonaparte looked at McGregory with interest and continued to roll over and lie down.

"You guy!" After hesitating for a long time, McGree gritted his teeth and said, "Say it! How can you tell me! ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte got up again, glanced at McGregory and shook his head, "This question, Karl. Mr. Marx and Friedrich. Mr. Engels is obviously more authoritative than me, you should go to them anyway! As for that, my question ......"

Jérôme. Bonaparte gave the fragment of dragon slaying from his memory to MacGrace in the form of an oral description.

Anyway, Jérôme. Bonaparte summed it up by saying: "Sometimes revolutions may not occur where imperialism is at its strongest, but where it is weaker, it is more revolutionary!" Especially in areas where contradictions are acute! ”

"You mean Ireland?" McGregory seemed to understand something.

"I didn't say anything!" Jérôme. Bonaparte showed a look of "I'm not, I don't have it" on the surface, but in his heart he was looking forward to the sharp contradiction between Britain and Ireland, whether he could produce a bomb of sufficient weight under the catalysis of dragon slaying.

"The future is up to you!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said to MacGrace in the tone of a man who had come over.

Anyway, Jérôme. Bonaparte lay on the bed with his eyes closed, leaving McGregory alone chewing and digesting Jérôme. Knowledge imparted by Bonaparte.