From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Sir, you also saw that everyone from the orphanage is here."

Old Mario drooped his eyes and shouted to the onlookers at the top of his lungs:

"Is it possible that you want to say that my old bones are guilty? Both the Lord in heaven and the people on earth can testify that I am absolutely clean."

As soon as Mario finished speaking, there were bursts of support for Mario from the crowd:

"Master Bonaparte! Old Mario is absolutely innocent!"

"That's right, we all call him Good Mario."

"Please also ask Monsignor Bonaparte to investigate thoroughly before taking any action."

Lawrence looked at old Mario and couldn't help but curl up his lips. Today he saw someone who likes to use public opinion to build momentum as much as he does.

However, Old Mario's skills in these little tricks are not half as good as Lawrence's. When he found out that Mario was also nicknamed "Good Mario", Lawrence had already predicted that Old Mario would have a negative influence on ordinary people. There is definitely a thick layer of disguise.

Only in this way can he bury the secret of the orphanage for a long time.

"Sir, what should I do?"

Even Ya'an couldn't stand when he heard such comments from the people around him, and asked softly in Lawrence's ear:

"Although we can break in by force, it is difficult to conduct a thorough search this way, and if no results are found, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Where do I want the things you bought at the dessert shop?" Lawrence suddenly asked Xiang Ya'an.

Ya'an was stunned for a moment, wondering why Lawrence suddenly mentioned this, but he still quickly replied in a low voice:

"Let a few patrolmen hold it."

As he spoke, Ya'an pointed to the patrol soldiers holding large paper bags at the outermost edge.

"Let them come over."

After Lawrence gave the order briefly, he turned to the onlookers who were chatting and discussing, and said loudly with a smile:

"Citizens, friends, please give me a chance to speak."

The originally noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and people looked at Lawrence, looking forward to how Lawrence was going to end this embarrassing situation.

"Friends, although the responsibility of our patrol team is to severely punish evil deeds and arrest criminals, this is not the purpose of our coming to the Ajaccio Orphanage today."

After hearing this, the citizens couldn't help but be stunned, looking at each other in confusion, thinking: The patrol team is not here to arrest people, could it be that they are here for charity?

Lawrence then said:

"We are not only public officials, but also citizens of Ajaccio. We also want to contribute a little bit to the progress of the city of Ajaccio. Therefore, today we specially brought condolences and came to visit these unfortunate children. On behalf of all the patrols, I would like to express my most sincere concern for the children!”

"oh--!"

The citizens suddenly realized that the patrols were not here to arrest people today, but to visit the orphans. They immediately felt that these majestic-looking patrols also had a heart-warming side, and they all commented:

"Monsieur Bonaparte is such a caring person."

"That's great, but I've lived in this neighborhood for so long and I've never thought about visiting these kids."

"Old Dean Mario must be very happy too!"

Of course, contrary to what everyone said, Old Mario's face was livid at the moment and he was completely frozen in place.

He had heard that Laurence Bonaparte was a decisive and ruthless man, and thought he would bring people to force his way in. He never expected that such a method would be available.

"Haha. Ha, that's what you meant."

Old Mario wiped the cold sweat with his sleeve, his eyes wandering, and he said nervously:

"But, the children. The children are praying, so I will forward the things to the children."

Before Lawrence could reply, someone in the crowd shouted:

"Hey! Old Mario, just let Mr. Bonaparte go in."

"Even so, children will definitely like having a first-class combat hero like Monsieur Bonaparte come to express their condolences."

The public opinion that old Mario was using to resist Lawrence just a moment ago became pressure to force himself on him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the current situation could no longer prevent Lawrence and his party from entering, Old Mario had no choice but to put his right hand behind his back and made a gesture to the guards to indicate that they should be prepared accordingly.

"Ha, in that case, Your Excellency Bonaparte, please come with me and your men, and please allow me to lead you in."

Old Mario opened the iron door completely, waved to the patrols with feigned enthusiasm and said.

Ya'an glanced at Lawrence in surprise, but he didn't expect that his master would ask old Mario to open the door to greet him in a few words. Ya'an asked himself, if he were to direct this operation, he would probably just lead someone to force his way in.

Lawrence then led the patrol to follow in the footsteps of old Mario and step into the orphanage where some secrets were buried.

Under Old Mario's intentional delay, everyone was first taken to the lobby of the main building, where they listened to him rambling about the history of the orphanage for half an hour. Finally, under Lawrence's forcible interruption, he was led to Several children came to receive condolences as representatives.

After a short wait, two doormen led a man, a woman, and two children about fourteen years old to the lobby nervously.

Both children were thin and pale, looking as if they were two dehydrated skeletons. Moreover, there was always a lingering pungent stench on the two children.

"Haha, little John, little Amy, come here." Old Mario forced a smile on his grooved face and called the two children over.

The two children froze in place, looking ahead with unfocused eyes, as if they didn't hear anything. It wasn't until the two guards secretly poked them from behind that they cautiously stepped forward.

With a kind smile on his face, Lawrence stood up, walked to the child, knelt down, and asked the boy softly:

"Is your name John?"

Little John nodded absently and said nothing.

Old Mario also stepped forward, rolled up Little John's sleeves and trousers and said:

"This is a very poor child. His family was killed in a fire. He also suffered a lot of burns, you see."

On Little John's arms and calves, you can see a large and shocking burn scar, covering almost the entire torso.

The patrolmen sighed and shook their heads when they saw this, feeling very sorry for the poor child in front of them.

However, Lawrence squatted in front of Little John, observing the scars on Little John's body solemnly, and then stretched out his hand to pull Little John's arm in front of him, and looked at it closer.

For some reason, the scars on Little John's body made Lawrence feel strange.

"Your Excellency Bonaparte! You will scare the children." Old Mario shouted nervously.

Ignoring Old Mario's shouting, Lawrence gently put down Little John's arm, stood up, stared at Old Mario with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"Everyone listen to the order, draw your sword, and detain these people!"

"Your Excellency Bonaparte! What on earth do you want to do!"

Old Mario shouted at the top of his lungs and backed away in extreme horror.

"you are lying."

Lawrence also personally drew a knife and pointed it at old Mario, and at the same time ordered Ya'an to take the two children to the back for protection.

Old Mario exclaimed: "Lying? Oh my god, let God witness, I don't know at all"

"God damn it! The injuries on that child's body are not burns at all, they are scars left by being deliberately corroded with strong acid."

Lawrence couldn't help but cursed in pain, and walked towards old Mario with a knife.

Although the scars left by thermal burns and chemical burns are very similar, the scar depth of the former is different, while the scar depth of the latter is uniformly deeper. If Lawrence had not received corresponding safety education in college, otherwise he would have been Fooled like the other patrols.