"I know that Du Barry is a close friend of yours, Your Excellency the Count."
Lawrence smiled meaningfully and said:
"I can understand your anxiety, but I don't want to be charged with a crime that doesn't exist."
"You guy..."
Count Falcone's eyes flashed fiercely. Although he was a little crazy, he was not stupid. He understood what Lawrence was saying in an instant.
Lawrence was hinting to himself that he had learned the dark secrets about himself from Du Barry.
"Damn Bonaparte..."
Count Falcone's expression became more ferocious, and he became more determined to take Du Barry back. Who knows if that damn pimp will confess everything.
Count Falcone turned his head and looked at the hole in the door, which could barely allow a person to get in, so he said with a gloomy face:
"Huh, let's let the facts speak for themselves."
After saying this, Count Falcone winked at Colonel Giovanni.
The colonel also quickly got in with several of his subordinates, and stood in the beautiful courtyard of the mansion.
Lawrence watched them enter indifferently.
After the first few people who entered all stood in front of him, Lawrence said loudly:
"This is the third warning, Mr. Colonel, you and your men have committed aggression."
Colonel Giovanni also breathed a sigh of relief after entering the gate of the mansion, and spoke a lot more forcefully, and responded directly:
"Your Excellency Bonaparte, we are not invading, this is just a legal search..."
However, before Colonel Giovanni could finish speaking, Lawrence suddenly stopped shouting:
"Everyone listens to the order! Load, aim, and wait for instructions!"
Colonel Giovanni, including all the police and onlookers, were stunned because they did not understand Lawrence's Italian command.
But they clearly saw that the twenty resolute soldiers uniformly took down their muskets and began to load them, and then pointed the twenty black muzzles at the police officers who entered the mansion.
Even Count Falcone was stunned for a moment when he saw the dozens of raised muskets, and then quickly hid aside, wondering what Lawrence was doing.
Colonel Giovanni's brain shut down for a few seconds, and the muzzle symbolizing death was aimed at his heart and head. After retreating from the battlefield, he had not had this feeling of facing death for many years.
"You...Mr. Bonaparte, what are you doing!"
Colonel Giovanni was shocked when he came back to his senses. The color suddenly disappeared from his face. He backed away in panic. He didn't react until the back of his head hit the iron door and screamed:
"Tell your men to put down their guns! We are the Paris police force!"
The other police officers who entered were not much better. They were as panicked as Colonel Giovanni, and some even tried to crawl back through the hole in the iron door.
As for the onlookers, their hearts beat faster. Such armed confrontations do not happen every day in Paris, especially when both sides of the confrontation represent the two dukes. This is more exciting than any drama.
"I don't want a fourth warning, Colonel."
Lawrence took two steps forward, slowly pulled out the saber from his waist and made a gorgeous dance in his hand, then pointed the shimmering tip of the knife directly at Colonel Giovanni and said in a cold voice:
"Take your people and leave here immediately."
Colonel Giovanni stared blankly at the tip of the knife pointed at him. He was also a high-ranking member of the Paris police force. He had not personally been pointed at such a sharp knife for who knows how many years.
Colonel Giovanni felt that the blood in his body was flowing faster, and his mind went blank. He was caught in a dilemma for a while.
The citizens who saw this scene couldn't help but marvel. No matter what kind of person Governor Bonaparte was, his toughness had already left a deep impression on these onlookers.
At this moment, Count Falcone, who had just hid aside because he was afraid of being hit by a stray bullet, finally came to his senses and thought to himself with joy:
"No, Du Barry is in this mansion. Damn Bonaparte is just bluffing! He would never dare to order to fire. Once he fires, he will be guilty. Damn, you want to scare me, right? You are extremely stupid.
!Watch me expose this little trick of yours in front of your face, and let everyone see your ridiculous face as a stubborn clown!"
Thinking of this, Count Falcone immediately ran back to the gate, got in through the hole himself, laughed wildly and said:
"Little Bonaparte, tell your men to put away these toys. Who are you trying to scare?"
Lawrence narrowed his eyes, slowly put the sword in his sheath, and said with a smile:
"Your Excellency, it seems that you entered this mansion without being invited. I will warn you once, this is an act of invasion."
"Invasion? Hahahahaha"
Count Falcone laughed even more wildly. He had never laughed so proudly since he lost his manliness:
"I am the intruder, what do you want? Let your men shoot me to death? Hahaha"
Lawrence sighed slightly, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and started loading it himself.
"Oh, the pistol is pretty good. Is it the one you used in the duel with me?"
Count Falcone stared at the extended pistol in Lawrence's hand, grinned ferociously and shouted:
"What do you want to do when you take out your pistol? I'm not fighting you now, are you? Do you want to threaten me? Don't be stupid, you idiot! I won't do this!"
Without saying a word, Lawrence pointed the pistol at Count Falcone, closed his left eye and began to aim.
boom!
Count Falcone wanted to say something else, but a sudden explosion interrupted all his words.
A lead bullet flying at high speed flew out of the barrel of the gun, but it did not hit Count Falcone himself. Instead, it hit the ground two feet in front of him, splashing a burst of gravel.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sound of gunfire is definitely the most unfamiliar sound on the Champs Elysées.
This is the center of Paris, the residence of the powerful, and even the area where the royal palace was a hundred years ago. No gunfire should occur here.
But at this moment, the explosion of gunpowder clearly reached everyone's ears.
The Corsican governor really fired the gun, and he pulled the trigger himself.
Count Falcone's sarcastic words were interrupted momentarily, his face was filled with shock and confusion, followed by boundless panic.
"He really shot... He really dared to shoot... How dare he...!"
Count Falcone stared down at the crater less than one meter away from him with wide eyes.
He didn't know that Lawrence hit him in front of him deliberately. He thought that Lawrence's target was his heart, but he just missed.
"One bullet missed, where are the rest..."
Count Falcone suddenly raised his head and looked at the twenty muskets pointed at him. He instantly felt a chill on his back, as if the projectiles spurting out in the next second would shoot him into pieces.
"no no!
"Count Falcone's legs became weak and he sat down on the ground, shouting with a cry.
Even the crotch of his overalls was covered in water stains.
Colonel Giovanni looked at the frightened Count Falcone in shock. He did not expect that Lawrence actually dared to shoot.
However, although Colonel Giovanni also disliked this count very much, he was the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu after all, and he was a person whom Colonel Giovanni could not afford to offend.
So Colonel Giovanni rushed forward to help Count Falcone up and shouted to Lawrence:
"Monsieur Bonaparte, we all saw it! You shot at the Count. This was an attack, no, an attempted murder! We have even more reason to ask you to accept a search by the police force!"
Having said that, Colonel Giovanni immediately made a gesture to the surrounding police forces, asking them to continue entering the mansion.
Soon, more than a dozen policemen came in with muskets in hand. They nervously held the barrels of their guns and faced off against the Corsican shooters who were only twenty meters away.
The smell of gunpowder between the two sides is getting stronger and stronger, and it is about to explode.
Lawrence stood there, gently waving his hand to disperse the smoke that filled the air around him, inserting the pistol back into his waist, and said loudly:
"Attempted murder? I was just defending myself against thugs who invaded my territory."
"Invading...territory?" Colonel Giovanni blinked doubtfully, noticed Lawrence's wording, and then asked in confusion.
Lawrence raised his heels and stepped on the stone slabs on the ground, and said coldly:
"You are now treading on Corsican soil."
"The land of Corsica?" Colonel Giovanni frowned and denied loudly:
"Your Majesty Bonaparte, the land under your feet is the land of France, the land of the king. Even in terms of ownership, it is the land of the Duke of Choiseul and has nothing to do with you."
Lawrence stared at Colonel Giovanni for a while, then suddenly showed a kind smile, spread his hands and said:
To be continued...