From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

March 25, 1770.

The negotiations between Pauli and Peter have basically ended, and even in the printing factory in Ajaccio, this contract, which is more than thirty pages thick and smells of ink, has been published.

At the end of the contract, Paulie and Peter solemnly signed their names in cursive script on behalf of their respective peoples.

The contract has been concluded, and the boulder that was pressing on Pauli's heart has finally been loosened. The remaining half will have to wait until the contract is fully disclosed before Pauli can be completely relieved.

At the same time, in order to demonstrate the legality of his actions, Poly also knew that the announcement of the contract could not be accomplished overnight.

Therefore, he specially sent people to secretly deliver a copy of the contract to each member of Congress, and used coercion and inducement to each member of Congress in exchange for their public recognition of the legality of the contract at a specific time.

Of course, for the citizens of Ajaccio, they are unaware of the dark clouds gathering in the Governor's Palace. For them, there is something more worthy of attention recently:

Laurence Bonaparte was ordered by Paoli to be relieved of all duties in the patrol and the Wehrmacht, retaining only the honorary title of Lieutenant Colonel of the Wehrmacht.

As for the affairs of the patrol, its original captain, Captain Hallard, took over.

"Tsk, tsk, this Lawrence is pretty good at taking care of this mess."

Captain Halide put his hands behind his back and strolled into the hall of the patrol station. He looked around wildly and couldn't help but lick his lips and said proudly.

As the nominal highest officer of the patrol, the official position of Captain Halide was just a matter of paying for some connections, which was equivalent to buying it from Paulie.

As for himself, he was a wealthy landowner with large amounts of land and tenants in the countryside.

"Sir, who are you?" A patrolman saw Captain Haled barging in so openly and quickly reached out to stop him and asked.

"Yo?" Captain Halide ignored the patrolman's question, but looked at him with a sneer, and shouted with an unhappy expression:

"What's wrong? You don't recognize me, uncle?"

The patrolman frowned and looked at Captain Haled. From the large amount of gold and silver jewelry on his body, it could be seen that he was a rich man, but his words and deeds were so rude, just like a nouveau riche, so he said impatiently :

"Are you here to report a crime or something else? Express your intention quickly, otherwise I have the right to expel you."

"damn it!"

Captain Haled suddenly became furious. No tenant serf dared to talk to him like this on his farm, so he raised his palm and slapped him without any courtesy.

Snapped!

Just hearing a loud slap in the face instantly attracted the attention of the patrols in the hall. They were also shocked and angry. They directly drew their sabers and pointed at Captain Halide and shouted:

"How dare you openly attack the patrols?!"

"I attacked your mother all the time! I just beat her, what?"

Captain Halide snorted, pointed directly at the patrol in front of him and cursed, then took out Paulie's warrant and slapped it on the table, shouting wildly:

"His grandma, open your eyes and see clearly who I am."

The patrolmen stepped forward and looked at the warrant on the table, and then looked at Captain Halide in shock, remembering that they still had a captain in name only, and Lawrence had only served as deputy captain in the past two years.

And because Captain Halide lives in the countryside all year round, even if he goes to the city, he will not live in the patrol's dilapidated fortress, so few patrol soldiers know him.

"What happened?!"

After hearing the noise downstairs, Old Sean rushed to the hall and looked at Harald, who was wearing gold and silver in front of him. His eyes couldn't help but widen and he said in surprise:

"Are you Captain Haled? Why are you here?"

In Old Sean's impression, Captain Halide only used the patrol as a tool to make money. Most of the various protection fees, hush money, bail, etc. collected by the patrols in the past were set up by him. name, and the money basically went into his pocket.

A patrolman poked Old Sean and showed him Paulie's warrant on the table.

"You want to take over here?!" Old Sean looked at Paulie's warrant in disbelief and shouted out.

"Huh, I remember you, old Sean, right?"

Captain Halide looked at Old Sean, shook his head and said:

"Finally, I have a familiar person. Please, show me around here. I haven't been here in a few years."

After saying that, Captain Halide patted the patrolman in front of him on the face and said teasingly:

"Remember the uncle's face? Be smarter next time!"

"You!" The patrolman immediately clenched his fists and blushed. He straightened his chest and took a step forward, staring closely at Captain Halide.

Seeing this, Old Sean hurried forward and pulled the patrolman behind him, winking at him.

Before Lawrence left, he told them that the patrol team had to keep a low profile until he came back. Old Sean, who kept this order in mind, even though his teeth were itching with hatred, he still managed a smile and said:

"Haha, Captain Halide, please come with me, I will show you around right now."

"snort"

Captain Halide looked at the groveling old Sean, and then he was a little satisfied. He followed the footsteps of old Sean and walked around the station.

About half an hour later, Captain Halide, who returned to the hall, could not hide the greed on his face. He pointed at Old Sean and cursed:

"That Bonaparte is just an idiot! There are so many prisoners in the dungeon, and they all have ready-made gold and silver. They charge a bail amount for each person, and that's it."

"This" Old Sean twitched the corner of his mouth and said with an ugly expression:

"They are full of dangerous elements, and many of them are gang members with a few lives on their hands. If we let them out."

"Huh? You old Sean, I remember you didn't talk so much when you and I were making this money together."

Captain Halide stared at Old Sean very strangely, waved his hand and said:

"We are not a fucking welfare institution. Let the criminals out if they are released. If the crime rate is high outside, we can still charge more protection fees. That Bonaparte, I can't even understand this. He is so stupid."

Old Sean lowered his head and said nothing, forcing the breath back into his stomach.

"Hmph, forget it. I'll collect the bail slowly. These prisoners can't escape anyway."

Captain Halide had just changed the topic away from the dungeon, and before he could let Old Sean breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly lowered his voice, grinned greedily and enthusiastically, and said:

"Also, Old Sean, what are those cash boxes on the top floor of your house for?"

"You!" Old Sean immediately stood up holding the table and said continuously, trembling with anger:

"That is the share of all patrols, and it is shared by all!"

"Tsk." Captain Halide clicked his tongue in displeasure and said confidently:

"What kind of bullshit share? You all have a stable job and you don't want to be grateful? What share do you want to receive? Do you have the spirit of dedication? You know how to get into money every day. Do you work just for money?!"

Having said that, Captain Halide no longer concealed his face, coughed twice and said:

"Also, it's not safe to leave the money box here, and it will affect your sanity. I will send someone to move it out in a few days and keep it safe for you."

Old Sean had put his hands on his forehead and remained silent, trying not to listen to Captain Halide's words, and at the same time sincerely praying over and over again in his heart:

"God, please bring Monsieur Bonaparte back, or I will hang the bastard from a street lamp with my own hands."