"I suspect this guy has mob connections! Arrest him!"
The arrival of the reinforcements brought the whole battle to a clean end. The Fat Sheriff once again resumed his previous domineering attitude. He pointed his halberd arrogantly at Jérôme Bonaparte and asked the police to arrest him.
Several police officers fighting alongside Jérôme Bonaparte looked at each other but did not move.
"You... do you want to disobey my order?" The fat police chief was furious and disrespectful of life.
Later, he pointed his sword at several police officers who were unfamiliar with Jérôme Bonaparte and arrested him.
"Mr. Stalin is not a mob! Mr. Stalin just helped us!" George John stood up and spoke up for Jerome Bonaparte. Jerome Bonaparte showed a happy smile. This kid still had some conscience.
"I say he is a mob, he is a mob!" The fat police chief used his privileges to say: "Who knows if he is colluding with the mob just now! Maybe he is the mob's insider!"
"You..." George John was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Okay, kid!" Jerome Bonaparte patted George John's shoulder gently and said kindly: "There is no reason to argue with this scum!"
"You..." The fat police chief rolled up his sleeves and wanted to give Jerome Bonaparte a good beating.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Jérôme Bonaparte kindly reminded: "If it's a private duel, people will die!"
The fat police chief suddenly realized what Jérôme Bonaparte had just done and he pulled up his cuffs angrily.
The fat police chief's fear of death deeply aroused the contempt of his subordinates and fellow police officers.
In this 19th century, when the spirit of aristocratic dueling has not completely declined, private dueling is undoubtedly an event suitable for all ages.
Anyone who dares not take up the challenge will be considered a coward and will not be able to hold his head high in the aristocratic class.
Therefore, many nobles and commoners would choose to duel out of temporary resentment. The number of deaths due to duels in Britain every year is no less than that of car accidents.
"Hurry! Catch him!" The fat police chief shouted in anger and shame.
Although the fat Sheriff knew that he could not do anything to the guy in front of him, he still wanted Jérôme Bonaparte to have a taste of being in a detention center.
Several police officers surrounded Jerome Bonaparte. One of the police officers showed an apologetic smile and said: "Sir, do you have anything else to pass on to your family?"
The police officer's implication was to allow Jérôme Bonaparte to find his family members for bail.
After all, London's prisons can only house poor people, not the gentlemen of the United Kingdom.
After Jérôme Bonaparte told George John the location of the Louis Mansion, he handed Hamm and his cane to George John: "Be sure to take what I say to the people at the mansion!"
"I understand!" George John nodded to express his understanding.
When leaving, Jérôme Bonaparte seemed to have thought of something, and he shouted to George John again: "Let the people at the mansion tell my family that I was sent to prison by the United Kingdom! They want to accuse me of being a worker."
Please order me!"
George John did not understand what Jérôme Bonaparte meant, but he still decided to tell the people at the mansion what Jérôme Bonaparte said word for word.
With more than 200 police officers "carefully" escorting each other, Jérôme Bonaparte and McGrath arrived at the London Metropolitan Police District Detention Center together.
"Chief, it seems this is not a prison!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to the fat Sheriff with a smile.
"You..." The Fat Sheriff didn't say a word, and ordered the two police officers to put Jérôme Bonaparte and McGrath into the same detention center.
The detention center is not very big, but it is very clean.
Two small wooden beds, a wooden round table, and an extinguished kerosene lamp on the square table are all the decorations of the detention center.
Sunlight shines into the room through the square iron window, which is the only bright spot in the entire room. The door with the iron window completely cuts off Jérôme Bonaparte's connection with the outside world.
There was nothing urgent at the moment, so Jérôme Bonaparte could only lie down on the small bed and wait for Pesigny's rescue.
Even if George John did not pass the news to Pesini, his angel investor Lionel Rothschild would also rush over to bail him out.
Jérôme did not wander into the detention center. Sometimes the influence of staying in it would be much stronger than staying there.
A certain South African "great man" of later generations inspired Jérôme.
Furthermore, the situation outside is so chaotic now, and prison is the best way to escape from the whirlpool.
When Jerome Bonaparte was lying on the bed and was about to close his eyes, McGrath's voice woke him up.
"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte opened his eyes and looked at the troubled McGrath and said, "Excuse me, what can I do?"
"Um..." McGrath reorganized his words and asked: "What are the answers to those questions you just said in that place?"
"What problems?" Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and asked.
"On what basis? What..." McGrath repeated Jérôme Bonaparte's original question again.
"This..." Jérôme Bonaparte looked at McGrath with interest, then continued to turn over and lie down.
"You guy!" After hesitating for a long time, McGrath gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me! What do you want to do to tell me!"
Jerome Bonaparte stood up again, looked at McGrath, shook his head and said: "Mr. Karl Marx and Mr. Friedrich Engels are obviously more authoritative than me on this issue. You'd better go to them! As for
Tell me, the question I just asked..."
Jérôme Bonaparte gave McGrath the fragments of dragon-slaying skills he remembered in oral form.
After all, Jérôme Bonaparte concluded: "Sometimes revolution may not appear in the places where imperialism is strongest, but those weak places are more revolutionary! Especially in areas with sharp contradictions.
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"You mean Ireland?" McGrath seemed to understand something.
"I didn't say anything!" Jérôme Bonaparte said "I'm not, I don't have it" on the surface, but in his heart he was looking forward to whether the sharp conflict between Britain and Ireland could be resolved under the catalysis of the Dragon Slaying Technique.
Make a bomb of sufficient size.
"The future depends on you!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to McGrath in the tone of someone who had experienced the situation.
After that, Jerome Bonaparte lay on the bed and closed his eyes, leaving McGrath alone to chew and digest the knowledge imparted by Jerome Bonaparte.