"Please open the door, sir."
Colonel Giovanni shouted:
"The Paris police force has good reason to suspect that this residence is linked to a high-profile disappearance and we need to conduct a search."
The old housekeeper's face remained unchanged and he responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:
"Sorry sir, the owner here did not give me the authority to open the door for you."
"But I ask that you must cooperate with the investigation. This is our right." Colonel Giovanni said with a frown.
"I'm sorry again, sir, I will do everything possible to cooperate with your investigation, except opening the door." The old butler stood there without any intention of taking any action.
"Damn old man!"
Count Falcone, who was watching from the side, couldn't bear it anymore and rushed directly to Colonel Giovanni and cursed:
"What are you talking nonsense to him? It's a waste of time! Do you have to ask those thugs first when you arrest them?! Just open the damn door for me!"
"Yes, yes, Lord Count."
Colonel Giovanni had no time to defend himself and had no choice but to nod and accept.
He then looked at the hollowed-out iron door at the entrance of the mansion. It was obviously a high-quality and fragile handicraft rather than a solid and solid door.
The designer of the gate probably didn't consider its safety and practicality at all. After all, no one would think there are any safety risks in a place like the Champs Elysées.
Colonel Giovanni quickly called a few strong police officers and started banging against the hollow iron door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Violent and loud crashes resounded throughout the Champs Elysées, and the fragile door gradually twisted and deformed.
"Sir, I must warn you, your behavior is illegal." The old butler warned seriously.
Before Colonel Giovanni could say anything, Count Falcone laughed disdainfully, stepped forward and pointed at the old butler's nose and cursed:
"Fuck you, old man, just wait until you enter the dungeon with your master. I hope you can survive 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 is so rude." An elderly gentleman who was watching frowned and said:
"It's not like he is a member of a noble family like the Richelieu family."
Everyone around him nodded in agreement, and their impression of this rumored playboy became even worse.
The destruction of the gate continues, and now a hole has been bent between the iron bars that can accommodate half a person to pass through. It will not take long for the Paris police to file in.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Count Falcone’s sinister smile is getting bigger and bigger. He has decided that he will get through this hole himself in a while and expose the damned man himself.
The ugly crimes of Bonaparte.
The hearts of the onlookers were also in their throats. Although the police were very rude and rude, as long as they entered the mansion, the fruits of victory in this confrontation would have to be picked by Count Falcone.
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And just when people were wondering why the other protagonist hadn't shown up yet, a calm and majestic voice suddenly came from the main building of the mansion:
"Gentlemen, I am giving you a second warning. This is an invasion."
I saw two young people walking out of the main building one after the other.
Walking in front was Lawrence's confidant and bodyguard Ya'an. He stared at the policemen at the door with a frosty face, and his right hand was already on the hilt of his sword.
The slightly smiling young man in the back is undoubtedly the owner of this place, Lawrence Bonaparte, the Governor of Corsica.
"Lawrence...you figured it out..."
Seeing Lawrence again, Count Falcone's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"It's been such a long time no see."
"In fact, it didn't take long, Your Excellency."
Lawrence walked to the center of the precision shooter like the old butler just now, and said with a smile:
"I'm really sorry that we met at war last time. How are you? I asked your grandfather to bring you greetings. I wonder if you received them."
"you!
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Hearing Lawrence mention his body again, Count Falcone suddenly became angry. He didn't even care about the onlookers and just grabbed the iron door and shook it vigorously like a crazy baboon.
After a while, Count Falcone, who was panting heavily, finally stopped. He suddenly sneered convulsively, shook his head and said:
"I don't want to pay attention to your glib talk, but considering that you will have no one to talk to you in the cell in the future, I'd better talk to you mercifully. I know Du Barry is inside, if you take the initiative
Hand him over and admit that you are a despicable kidnapper, and you may be able to win a leniency and sentence."
Chapter completed!