From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

Chapter 61 The storm is coming (Part 1)

With the cooperation of old Mario, Lawrence didn't spend much time figuring out the situation of the orphanage.

Most of the children were imprisoned in that dark, damp, harsh dungeon. In addition to the adopted children, there were even many captured adults who were also sent to the slave ships.

Here, only the so-called well-behaved, most numb and obedient children can get a barely sleeping bed in the wooden huts on either side of the main building to cope with the occasional inspections by the city government.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the outside world and Ciro, Lawrence did not stay in the orphanage for too long. After getting the information he wanted from old Mario, he led the patrols to leave.

Before leaving, Lawrence still arranged for a few patrols to live in the orphanage today to prevent Ciro from sending people to kill old Mario directly, and also to supervise old Mario not to have other ideas.

However, what neither Mario Sr. nor Lawrence noticed was that shortly after Lawrence left, several seemingly unrelated pedestrians on the street turned into the same alley and disappeared around the corner.

About half an hour later, at the headquarters of the dockworkers union.

"Hey, we have been living here for two weeks, what do you think, Lord Siro?"

One of the gang members stretched and sat up from the floor, complaining softly.

Since the news of General Belrain's capture reached Ajaccio, Ciro immediately ordered all members of his gang to be stationed at the headquarters and not to go out at will. He also asked other gangs to send personnel according to their size to stay at the headquarters.

This was originally a small church, but after hundreds of people suddenly poured in, the church members had no choice but to fill the floor in front of the front hall, the middle hall, and the altar.

Even the bones in the catacombs were thrown out under Siro's order, and were instead filled with all kinds of food, fresh water, and other living supplies, as if they planned to stay here for a long time.

"Shhhh, keep your voice down."

After another gang member heard the man complaining, he quickly covered the man's mouth and whispered:

"You should talk less. I heard that this is all related to Bonaparte. Two days ago, Sir Ciro heard that he had returned to Ajaccio, and he rushed to reserve a batch of food. No. Know what to do.”

"Oh, this is a bit strange."

At the same time, the priest's room in the church is also the room of the union chief Ciro.

"Huh, that means Laurence Bonaparte took people to the orphanage?"

Silla still smoked, took a deep breath from his cigar and slowly blew out a smoke ring. He asked the gang members in front of him who had just returned from outside in a calm tone.

"That's right, Mr. Siro."

A member of the gang stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of Silla, and nervously replied:

"That damn Mario didn't stop Lawrence and let them in. But we don't know what happened inside."

"That's it"

Siro slowly crushed the last cigar with a complete ash into the silver ashtray and said nonchalantly.

This group of people hesitated for a moment in confusion, and then spoke carefully:

"Mr. Ciro, if damn old Mario betrays you in that orphanage, this, this will be a capital crime."

Silla stood up and opened the window to let the smell of smoke in the room dissipate a little, and said casually:

"Death penalty, huh, if my charges were read out in court, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to write on both sides of a piece of paper. But..."

Silla said, facing the noon sun and looking out the window at the bright beach, opening her arms under the sea breeze, stretching her body with great enjoyment, looking back at the gang members kneeling on the ground, and said:

"But, I am still here, not in the dungeon of Ajaccio. Why do you think that is?"

The members of the gang suddenly felt a thump in their hearts. He knew that Mr. Siro liked to ask questions to his subordinates very much. If the answer was not what he wanted, he would be reprimanded on the spot, or at worst, he would be thrown out of the headquarters and expelled from the gang.

"Because...because you didn't leave any evidence...?" the gang members replied uneasily.

"Oh, idiot."

Silla cursed mercilessly, but rarely got angry. She turned her head towards the window and explained:

"Pasquale Paoli is not an incompetent person. He knows all the things I do, and I don't hide it from him at all."

"Mr. Silla, what does this mean?"

"But I still haven't been thrown into the dungeon because I understand."

Silla returned to his seat, took out a trimmed cigar from the box, held it in his mouth, and said:

"I have never crossed Poly's bottom line, and Poly also needs me to help manage the port, which is why I am still alive and sitting here."

Several members of the gang nodded vigorously and expressed to Silla that they understood. After all, they all knew that Mr. Silla did not like fools.

"but."

Silla suddenly changed the topic, his eyes became cold, he took out the unlit cigar from his mouth, put it back into the box, and said in a deep voice:

"Laurence Bonaparte, this kid has a very good brain and guessed this relationship. I don't know how to make Paulie think that I have crossed the bottom line."

Although Ciro did not know the content of the conversation between Lawrence and Pauli, according to the report of his informant in the Governor's Palace, Pauli was in a bad mood for several hours after the meeting. Combined with the intelligence of Lawrence's capture of General Belrain, Ciro You can probably guess what happened.

"Ah, Mr. Siro, if you put it this way, aren't we in danger?"

This was the first time that the leader of the gang heard Silla mention this matter, and a chill ran down their backs, and they asked repeatedly.

And Silla shook her head slowly, looked out the window, and said:

"I thought so two days ago, but what's strange is that the National Defense Forces never came to surround us. It wasn't until I learned that Lawrence had taken people to the orphanage just now that I understood that Pauli should be tasked with dealing with me. To Lawrence."

After hearing this, the gang members breathed a long sigh of relief. If they were faced with an army siege, no matter how hard Silla prepared these days, it would be in vain. But if they were to deal with the patrol team of more than a hundred people, the pressure would undoubtedly be much less. .

Silla ignored the reactions of his men and said to himself:

"Moreover, this also revealed a very interesting information."

"Ah? Mr. Siro, what is it?"

"Paulie wanted to kill me, so he sent Lawrence, but he didn't want to kill me directly, so he only sent Lawrence. It seems that Paulie is also extremely afraid of that Bonaparte. Do you know what this means?"

Although Silla asked questions to his subordinates, he immediately answered the questions himself and said:

"As long as Laurence Bonaparte doesn't catch me in the past two days and Paulie calms down his emotions towards me, then he will examine the little tricks Lawrence Bonaparte played, and the roles of the cat and mouse game will be reversed."

"oh!"

The gang members looked at each other happily. Although they couldn't understand the game relationship that Siro was talking about, they understood. As long as Lawrence didn't come to the headquarters in the past two days, they would be safe.

As for the secrets of the orphanage, they were not important in Silla's eyes at the moment. His eyes were all fixed on Paulie.

After the gang members left the room, Silla hesitantly put the cigar box back into the drawer, leaned back lazily on the chair, and said to himself:

"Come, Laurence Bonaparte, let me see what you are capable of."

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