From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

The next morning.

There was no light in the dark basement, and only a silver candlestick on the table provided the only light source.

Jean Dubarry's eyes were bloodshot, staring blankly at the shaky little flame that might go out at any time.

Just like the previous frightened nights, Jean Du Barry still stayed awake all night.

Even though his brain was as sleepy as rust, Du Barry didn't feel sleepy at all, and he didn't dare to feel sleepy.

He thought hard all night but still couldn't figure out what Bonaparte wanted to do.

"Damn Bonaparte! How dare he kidnap me so blatantly!"

Jean Dubarly chattered his teeth and asked again in his heart:

"Isn't he afraid that I will report his despicable behavior after I get out?! He can't keep me here forever. And although Duke Richelieu wants to kill me, he definitely doesn't want to see this Bonaparte take action against me. He You will definitely find a way to get me out."

Thinking of this, Jean Du Barry encouraged himself through hypnosis again, believing that Duke Richelieu would be able to rescue him soon.

After leaving, Jean Du Barry firmly believed that the entire upper class in Paris would be shocked by Lawrence's despicable behavior without a bottom line, and the Duke of Richelieu would also use this as an excuse to launch a round of verbal criticism against Lawrence.

"Damn Bonaparte, that wretched Corsican bumpkin, savage!"

Jean Du Barry yelled, venting his pent-up dissatisfaction and collapse:

"After I get out, let me see if you can still laugh?!"

At this time, there was a sound of turning keys at the basement door, and then the heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open with a harsh creaking sound.

It was still Lawrence and Grosso who pushed the door open.

Lawrence casually hung the bronze key on his waist. Naturally, he heard clearly what Du Barry had just roared.

But Lawrence just smiled and shook his head and said:

"Good morning, Monsieur Du Barry, it's great to see you so full of energy so early in the morning."

"Hey hey hey"

Grosso also laughed sinisterly twice, and then said:

"It's great. What sailors like most are energetic prisoners. They are the rare fun in a boring voyage. Oh, of course, they themselves shouldn't feel very happy."

Jean Du Barry sat there blankly, his mind going blank.

Even though he himself was considered a ruthless gang leader, he still couldn't control his whole body trembling in front of this ferocious scar-faced man.

"Don't scare him, Grosso."

Lawrence walked up and patted Du Barry on the shoulder and said:

"I just want to ask you a few questions. If you cooperate well, we can all save a lot of trouble."

"Just ask."

Jean Dubarly glanced at Grosso, who was still grinning, and said with a wince.

"Who ordered the attack on the outskirts of Versailles that night?" Lawrence asked directly.

Jean Dubarly shuddered, turned his head to the side, shook his head stiffly and said:

"I am not sure."

Despite his terror, Jean Dubarry did not dare to reveal who was responsible for the attack.

After all, he still believed that Duke Richelieu could rescue him. Once Duke Richelieu learned that he had confessed his grandson, he would definitely kill him by force regardless of Madame Du Barry's plea.

Between the immediate pain and the rest of his life, Jean Du Barry gritted his teeth and chose the latter.

After hearing this answer, Lawrence narrowed his eyes slightly and patted Du Barry heavily on the shoulder.

Lawrence was convinced that the mastermind of the attack was Count Falcone, so this question was only used to test Du Barry's willingness to cooperate.

It was obvious that Jean Du Barry did not want to cooperate with him.

Lawrence winked at Grosso calmly, and the latter laughed twice before walking out of the basement with understanding.

"Are you really not sure? Monsieur Du Barry."

Lawrence walked to the table, replaced the candle on the candlestick that was about to burn out, lit it, and said calmly:

"Even my coachman knows that there is a gang leader in the slums of Paris called the King of Beggars. People even say that you have an unclear relationship with the King of Beggars."

Jean Dubarly closed his eyes and shouted:

"I don't know anything! I'm just an honest businessman. Your Majesty Bonaparte, the King of Beggars' attack on you has nothing to do with me!"

"oh?"

Lawrence put the candlestick back on the table, walked slowly behind Du Barry, and asked softly:

"Mr. Dutiful Businessman, how did you know that the person who attacked me was the King of Beggars?"

"I"

Jean Du Barry's eyes widened, his face turned pale, and he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

Lawrence glanced at Du Barry's embarrassed expression and continued to whisper:

"Did someone tell you? Let me think about it. The only big shot close to you is the Duke of Richelieu, right? Could it be that the Duke of Richelieu has something to do with this attack?"

Jean Dubarly, who had just fallen into the language trap, learned wisely this time. He tightened his lips and said nothing, but kept shaking his head to express that he did not know.

Jean Du Barry also understood at this moment that this hateful Bonaparte was definitely going to use him against Duke Richelieu.

Du Barry had only one thought at this time, that is, he could not speak no matter what. As long as he survived this period of time, he would definitely be rescued after Duke Richelieu noticed that he was missing.

On the contrary, in Du Barry's view, as long as he said anything unfavorable to Duke Richelieu and was recorded by Bonaparte, even if he was finally released, he would just go from one hell to another.

Of course, what Jean Du Barry would never have imagined was that Lawrence had no intention of using his confession to make a fuss.

And Lawrence's questions were just used to gradually break down Du Barry's psychological defense.

Seeing that Jean Du Barry was silent in front of him, Lawrence did not press him any more, but just stared at him with a smile, silently waiting for Grosso to return.

Jean Du Barry looked at Lawrence with uneasiness and fear. Although the young man's smile was elegant and warm, it only made Du Barry feel a shiver from the inside out at this moment.

Soon, the heavy wooden door was pushed open again, and it was Grosso who came back.

He was holding a large bucket in his left hand, and there was a square towel placed beside the bucket.

Behind Grosso was a weak and thin man. He was wearing a rag-like shirt and followed Grosso timidly, not daring to leave.

This is none other than Oga Kumas, the current king of beggars.

At Lawrence's request, the Duke of Choiseul also directly agreed to secretly send him to a mansion on the Champs Elysées and imprison him.

Although Lawrence imprisoned Oga in a room and did not allow him to leave, he also specially allocated a spacious and comfortable guest room for him.

This made Oga, who had been living in sewers and dungeons, feel like he was in heaven.

Sleeping on a big velvet bed, with food and drinks provided, and no need to do anything, he felt that this was a blessing rather than a prison.

"This is.?"

Jean Dubarly frowned and looked at Oga next to Grosso.

Even from a few meters away, Du Barry could smell the stench on his body, and could clearly see the dirt and caked hair on Oga's body.

"The untouchables of the slums, the poorest of the poor."

It didn't take Jean Dubarry a second to know which class Oga belonged to.

Oga also looked at the tied-up man in front of him curiously. He didn't know why the adult brought him here to see this man.

"Introduction, Oga."

Lawrence put his hand on Oga's shoulder without disdain, pointed at Jean Du Barry and said:

"This is Mr. Du Barry, Jean Du Barry. You should know him, right?"

"Jean Du Barry?!"

Oga turned his head and looked at Lawrence in disbelief. This adult had no intention of joking at all.

Although Oga has never dealt with Du Barry, as a member of the underground world, he is not unfamiliar with this name at all.

This Dubarry owns more than 20 casinos, brothels, shops, and taverns, and has hundreds of thugs and gangs under his command. His reputation in the underground world is known to everyone.

And this is not all his power, he has also secretly funded many gang organizations like he funded the King of Beggars to do those shady things for him.

Not to mention that it is rumored that Jean Du Barry also has a big nobleman as his backstage, which allows him to run rampant in the underground world of Paris without any hindrance, and no one dares to oppose him.

And such a big boss is now imprisoned in Monsieur Bonaparte's basement with his body covered with chains like a dead dog? !

Oga almost couldn't breathe. It took a while to recover and accept the reality.

"You should know him, right?" Lawrence continued to ask.

"No, how do I know such a person?"

Oga shook his head violently twice and was about to deny it.

But in the flash of lightning, Oga suddenly remembered something, then quickly nodded and changed his words, pointed at Du Barry and said loudly:

"Yes, I know him. He is Du Barry, the patron of the King of Beggars! He also ordered that attack!"

Hearing Oga's sudden change of words, Lawrence nodded approvingly.

"What?! Who the hell are you!"

A surge of anger surged into Jean Dubarly's heart, and he roared while struggling with the chains on his body, making a harsh clattering sound.

"Don't worry, Mr. Du Barry, this is Oga Coomas."

Lawrence glared at Du Barry and said slowly:

"The current king of beggars."

"The current King of Beggars?"

Jean Du Barry was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized it. It was obvious that Lawrence had conquered the King of Beggars and asked him to testify against him.

Although the King of Beggars, who had personally taken Du Barry's orders, was dead, the judges and the inquisitors of the Royal Guard did not care.

They only knew that it was the Beggar King's men who attacked Lawrence, and the Beggar King himself identified Du Barry as the attacker.

In this way, the blame for the attack is likely to be transferred to Jean Du Barry himself again.

Jean Dubarry suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he wanted to understand this. He was not loyal enough to bear all the blame for the Duke of Richelieu.

However, Jean Du Barry still made a quick weigh in his mind.

All the evidence about himself and the Beggar King had been eliminated, which gave Du Barry a lot of luck, thinking that the accusation of the Beggar King alone was not enough to put him to death.

And once he betrays Duke Richelieu here, it will definitely be a dead end.

After making up his mind, Jean Du Barry gritted his teeth and glared at Oga, and said loudly:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is there any evidence to prove my relationship with you?! Are you going to convict me of a death sentence just by saying something?!"

Oga couldn't help but take two steps back in fear. Even though Du Barry was tied to the chair, he was still a little afraid of this notorious figure.

Looking at Du Barry, who was still arrogant, Lawrence curled his lips and smiled, and said to Grosso:

"Just do it, don't leave any traces on him, and don't let him lose a few parts."

"I understand, don't worry."

Grosso said, looking at Du Barry sympathetically, and walked to him carrying a bucket.

Jean Du Barry's pupils shrank. He looked at the bucket and the square towel in Grosso's hand and immediately understood what he wanted to do.

"No! Don't! Don't come here you devil! Stay away from me!!"

Jean Dubarry roared in fear, his body twisting violently trying to break free.

Even though he fell to the ground along with the chair, Du Barry was still squirming like a worm, trying to stay away from Grosso.

As a ruthless gangster, Du Barry knew Grosso's intentions all too well, and even he himself often inflicted this kind of torture on people.

Waterboarding, a form of torture that has existed since ancient Babylonian times, is definitely a nightmare for all those who have experienced it.

In less than a minute, the victim can experience the ultimate feeling of suffocation and drowning. This unbearable pain will make anyone moan in the most desperate way.

Grosso ignored Du Barry's whining, put it on his back and tied the water-soaked kerchief around Du Barry's face.

Seeing that Du Barry was still struggling, Grosso impatiently reached out and grabbed his hair, then turned to Oga and said:

"Hey, over there, bring me the bucket."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Oga quickly carried the heavy bucket to Du Barry's side and saw the big man lying in front of him in a miserable state.

Grosso poured the bucket of water directly into Du Barry's face with one hand.

The water was not rapid, but it beat continuously against the kerchief on Du Barry's face.

During the strenuous struggle, the oxygen in Du Barry's body was quickly exhausted.

His nervous system subconsciously caused him to open his mouth wide to breathe in the air, but all that came into his mouth and nose was ice-cold water.

"Woah woah woah gulu."

Jean Dubarry coughed and vomited violently in the water, and the water droplets flowing into the bronchial tubes stimulated his nerves all the time.

The despair of drowning made Du Barry feel endless pain and torture. Even when he waterboarded others, he did not expect such pain.

His mouth and nasal cavity secreted a large amount of mucus involuntarily, and he was completely incontinent even to urinate, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to spasms.

It is said that 80% of people will obey all the executioners' demands during waterboarding, and the remaining 20% ​​unfortunately die during waterboarding.

Oga on the side had already turned pale with fright, and Du Barry's desperate wailing could be heard clearly under the impact of the water. He had never seen a person in such pain.

"Let's go, Oga, you will have plenty of time to chat with Mr. Du Barry later."

Lawrence glanced at Oga who was staying where he was, turned around and said:

"And, Grosso, play with M. Du Barry more, but don't hurt him."

For Jean Du Barry, Lawrence needed to completely defeat his psychological defense, so the stick and candied dates were indispensable, and this pain was only a small punishment.

As for Oga Kumas, since Lawrence decided to take him under his command, he naturally needed to ensure his loyalty.

Therefore, executing Du Barry was an excellent way to scare the monkeys.

When Oga saw that such a powerful Jean Du Barry could only cry in despair in front of Lawrence, he would never dare to disobey Lawrence's order.

"As for you, M. Du Barry, we will see you tomorrow."