From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Sir, I'm familiar with this area. I'll lead the way."

Ana quickened her pace and walked to Lawrence, preparing to leave Xicheng District along the fastest road.

But Lawrence shook his head gently and said:

"No, let's go to the open space in the southwest corner."

"That empty space? But it's a dead end. Once you get there, there's no way out."

Anna looked at Lawrence in confusion, but all she saw was Lawrence nodded firmly and stubbornly. Out of trust in Lawrence, Anna gritted her teeth and led Lawrence to walk quickly to the southwest open space.

The two walked and ran for a while, and finally came to the open space in the southwest corner. This is an open area cut out of the dense jungle. There is only one road back and forth, and it is surrounded by half-meter-high weeds and shrubs.

"Sir, there is no road here." Anna said worriedly.

And just before Anna finished speaking, a burst of arrogant laughter suddenly sounded from around her:

"Hahaha this little bitch is right! Laurence Bonaparte!"

I saw more than a dozen bare-chested, muscular men chasing after them on the road behind them. They all had broad-bladed machetes tied around their waists, and they all had a green tattoo on their arms.

The tattoo shows a ferocious-looking sea snake entwined with two scimitars. Anna knew that this was the symbol of the Sea Serpents gang on the dock, which was famous for its ferocity and cruelty.

The leader was the most muscular, with a body of tendons that made people shudder. The only flaw was the black eyepatch on his left eye, which was a disability left behind when he was in trouble with others in his early years. It was he who laughed just now.

Anna's pupils shrank, she took a step back with some fear, grabbed Lawrence's arm and said:

"Sir, these are people from the Sea Serpent Gang. The leader is their leader. We all call him One Eye."

Lawrence looked at the other party calmly: "The person is as his name suggests, but it's a good name."

One Eye took out the machete from his waist, played with the knife in his hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Oh? Captain Bonaparte also wants a name like this? Let me pick it for you. Do you want to be one-legged? Or one-armed? Or..."

One Eye glanced at Lawrence's crotch lewdly, and chuckled: "Do you still want to become an old man with an egg? Hahahahaha."

"Boss, if you talk nonsense with him, just chop him into a stick and throw it into the sea." A subordinate came up and said with a lewd smile:

"But the little girl next to me is pretty."

He stared at Anna with one eye, licked his tongue, and said with a lewd smile: "Mom, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have noticed it yet. As per the old rules, I will come first when the time comes."

Anna shrank behind Lawrence in fear, her body trembling slightly.

Lawrence held Anna's trembling hand with his left hand, and pulled out the pistol from his waist with his right hand.

"Hmph, I have more than a dozen brothers here, what can your little broken gun do?" One Eye looked at Lawrence with disdain as he drew the gun, without any trace of nervousness.

"I killed all your people that day?" Lawrence suddenly asked.

"No, they are from different gangs, but my brother is one of them."

When he mentioned the prisoner shot by Lawrence, One Eye stopped his grin and his eyes became cold.

Lawrence frowned slightly and said to himself:

"It seems that after dealing with these people today, it will take a while."

One Eye chuckled, pointed at his subordinates, and shouted arrogantly:

"Deal with me? Laurence Bonaparte! Open your eyes and see how many fucking people I have!"

"Really? Open your eyes and see how many people I have."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lawrence pointed his gun into the air and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gunshots, the jungle that had been silent just now suddenly began to hear rustling sounds. Then twenty figures jumped out of the woods and stood behind Lawrence.

One-eye's pupils shrank, these twenty people were all wearing patrol uniforms, holding muskets in their hands, aiming at One-eye's group, waiting for the order to fire.

"Monsieur Bonaparte, I have prepared according to your instructions this morning." Old Sean walked up to Lawrence and saluted.

Lawrence glanced at the patrols and said slightly dissatisfied: "Why are there only twenty of them?"

"These are all the muskets in the team." Old Sean smiled bitterly.

The one-eye opposite also made a decision immediately and shouted:

"Damn it, there's an ambush, run!"

One Eye understands that even though the number of both sides is almost the same, and even One Eye's group's fighting quality is much higher than that of these patrols, but in such a small-scale battle, hot weapons versus cold weapons is a one-sided massacre.

Lawrence also immediately shouted:

"Everyone is free to open fire, regardless of life or death!"

A burst of white smoke rose in response, accompanied by the explosion of gunpowder and the screams of the enemy. These 19 mm caliber muskets can easily make a small hole in a human body at such a close range.

One-Eye was worthy of being fought out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He flew more than ten meters away in just a few seconds, but was still hit in the calf by a stray bullet and fell to the ground while wailing.

Looking at the remaining four or five enemies who survived the first round of shooting, Lawrence showed no mercy and continued to order:

"Everyone, fix your bayonets and catch up. Don't let anyone get away!"

The patrols were a little unfamiliar with attaching bayonets to the barrels of their guns. After all, they had not used these muskets for many years, and then quickly caught up.

Lawrence, Anna, and Old Sean walked unhurriedly to the injured One-Eye.

Old Sean took a look at the muscular man lying on the ground and yelled. He couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear, spat and said:

"He is really one-eyed. This man is quite famous in Ajaccio. He is famous for his cruelty."

Having said that, Old Sean did not forget to flatter him and said: "Of course you are not as famous as Monsieur Bonaparte."

Ignoring Old Sean's flattering remarks, Lawrence took two steps forward and looked at One Eye's injury.

There were two gunshot wounds on his right leg, and the wounds were still bleeding.

Fortunately, One-Eye was physically strong and the bullet did not penetrate him, so the amount of bleeding was not large. If treated promptly, his life would not be in danger.

"What does he do to make money?" Lawrence suddenly asked Old Sean.

"He? Smuggling slaves, kidnapping for extortion, murder and arson, he does everything." Old Sean glanced at One Eye and replied.

When the originally desperate One-Eye heard Lawrence's words, his eyes suddenly flashed with light and he spoke quickly:

"You want money? I have it, I have a lot of it."

Lawrence pulled out the short knife, squatted down, put the knife on One-Eye's neck, and asked, "Where is it?"

"In my gang's warehouse, I can lead you there." Even for a tough guy like One Eye, his voice couldn't help but start to tremble after the knife was held to his neck.

"snort"

Lawrence snorted coldly, and slapped One-Eye's face hard with his left hand:

"Do you think I'm a fool? Who knows how many of your people there are."

One-Eye only brought a dozen elites with him to hunt Lawrence this time, but the entire gang estimated to have hundreds of people. If they really had to fight Lawrence and these twenty patrols, it was hard to say whether they would win or lose.

"People like you have a gold cave. I want that."

Lawrence made a request in a cold voice, and at the same time pressed the dagger harder, pricking a shallow blood mark on One-Eye's neck.

"You!!" One Eye glared angrily. For every person like him who licks blood at the tip of a knife, this private vault is their last trump card. When they can no longer afford the knife, they live solely on this money.

Lawrence said nothing and continued to increase the strength of his hand. The blade had already sunk half a centimeter under the skin, and a trickle of blood began to flow from under the blade.

One Eye couldn't bear the torture anymore and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Okay, okay! I'll give you money, but spare my life!"

"Okay." Lawrence nodded in agreement and loosened the knife in his hand.

Duyan took a deep breath. This was the wealth he had accumulated over the years, but he didn't expect that it would all be lost today:

"In South City, on Independence Street, there is an abandoned gray hut. There is a hollow floor inside, and there is a box underneath."

"How many?" Lawrence asked.

"Almost two thousand gold."

"Two thousand gold?!"

Old Sean on the side couldn't help but take a breath. This was just a secret property. The real estate and cash on the surface were estimated to be several times that amount.

Lawrence nodded, inserted the short knife back into his waist, and at the same time motioned Anna to remember this address.

At this time, the patrolmen who had just gone to pursue them also escorted the fleeing gang members back. Lawrence took a look at them. Except for some scratches on some of them, the others were all safe and it seemed that they had not suffered severe resistance.

"Leave the corpses here to feed the wolves, and tie up all the ones who are still alive and take them back to the dungeon." Lawrence ordered loudly, and at the same time kicked the One-Eye on the ground with his foot, and added:

"Same goes for this."

"Wait! You just fucking said you were going to spare me!" One Eye's eyes widened, he covered his bleeding neck and growled in a low voice.

"Stop barking here." Lawrence kicked One-Eye mercilessly in the abdomen:

"I only said I would spare your life, but I didn't say I would let you go."

"you!!"

After hearing this, One-Eye couldn't help but become furious. Coupled with the excessive blood loss, he passed out directly.