Make France Great Again

"I suspect this guy has connections to the mob! Arrest him!"

The arrival of the reinforcements made the whole battle come to an end in a clean manner. The fat sheriff once again returned to his former domineering stance. His arrogant halberd pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and asked the police to arrest him.

Several police officers who fought alongside Jerome Bonaparte looked at each other but did not make a move.

"You... are you trying to disobey my order?" The fat sheriff was furious against the disrespectful man.

Later, he pointed to several police officers who were not familiar with Jerome Bonaparte to arrest him.

"Mr. Stalin is not a mob! Mr. Stalin has just helped us!" George John stood up to speak up for Jerome Bonaparte, and Jerome Bonaparte showed a gratified smile. This kid still has some conscience.

"I said he was a mob, but he was a mob!" The fat sheriff used his privileges to mess around and said, "Who knows if he is a complicit from the mob just now! Maybe he is the inner responder of the mob!"

"You..." George John was speechless in anger.

"Okay! My child!" Jerome Bonaparte gently patted George John's shoulder and said kindly, "There is no reason for this kind of scum!"

"You..." The fat sheriff rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat up Jerome Bonaparte.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Jerome Bonaparte kindly "reminds": "If it is a private duel, it will kill people!"

The fat sheriff suddenly realized that Jerome Bonaparte pulled up the cuffs resentfully after his performance just now.

The fat sheriff's fear of death deeply aroused the contempt of his subordinates and fellow police officers.

In the 19th century, when the dueling spirit of the nobles had not yet completely declined, private duels were undoubtedly an event suitable for all ages.

Anyone who dare not take on the challenge will be tried to be a coward, unable to hold his head in the noble class.

Therefore, there are many nobles and commoners who choose to duel for the sake of temporary resentment. In Britain, the number of deaths due to duels every year is no less than that of car accidents.

"Quick! Catch him for me!" The fat sheriff shouted in anger.

Although the fat sheriff knew that he couldn't help the guy in front of him, he still wanted Jerome Bonaparte to have a taste of what it was like to live in a detention center.

Several police officers surrounded Jérôme Bonaparte, one of them said with an apologetic smile, "Sir, do you have anything else to pass on to your family?"

The police officer's implication was to allow Jerome Bonaparte to find his family for bail.

After all, London prisons can only hold poor ghosts, but not gentlemen from the United Kingdom.

After Jerome Bonaparte explained the location of the Louis Mansion to George John, he handed Hamm and his cane to George John: "I must bring what I said to the man in the mansion!"

"I see!" George John nodded in understanding.

When he was parting, Jerome Bonaparte seemed to think of something, and he shouted at George John: "Let the mansion tell my family that I was sent to prison by the people of the United Kingdom! They will sue me as a worker. Please!"

George John did not understand what Jerome Bonaparte meant, but he still decided to tell the people in the mansion what Jerome Bonaparte said word for word.

Jerome Bonaparte and McGrath arrived at the Detention Center in the Metropolitan Police District of London after more than 200 police officers sent each other "intimately".

"Sheriff, it doesn't look like this is a prison!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the fat sheriff with a smile.

"You..." The fat sheriff didn't say a word, and ordered two police officers to put Jerome Bonaparte and McGrath together in the same detention center.

The detention center is not very big, but it is clean and tidy.

Two wooden cots, a wooden round table, and an extinguished kerosene lamp on the square table are all the decorations of the detention center.

The sun shines into the room through the square iron window, which is the only place where the whole room can be translucent. The door with the iron window completely cuts off the connection between Jerome Bonaparte and the outside world.

There is nothing important at the moment, Jerome Bonaparte had to lie on the cot and wait for Pesini's rescue.

Even if George John didn't pass the message to Pesini, his angel investor Leonel Rothschild would also come and bail him out.

Jerome didn't just wander into the detention center. Sometimes staying inside would have a much stronger influence than staying inside.

A certain South African "great man" in later generations inspired Jerome.

Besides, since the situation outside is so chaotic, prison is the best way to get out of the whirlpool.

When Jerome Bonaparte was lying on the bed, he was about to close his eyes when McGrath's voice woke him up.

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte opened his eyes and looked at McGrath with a tangled face: "Is there anything wrong?"

"That..." McGrath reorganized his language and asked: "What are the answers to those questions you just said in that place ~www.NovelMTL.com~?"

"What questions?" Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and asked.

"Rely on what to overthrow? What..." McGrath repeated Jerome Bonaparte's original question again.

"This..." Jerome Bonaparte looked at McGrath with interest, and continued to roll over and lie down.

"You bastard!" McGrath hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me! How can you tell me!"

Jerome Bonaparte stood up again and looked at McGrath, then shook his head and said, "Mr. Karl Marx and Mr. Friedrich Engels are obviously more authoritative than me on this question, you should go to them! Say, my question just now..."

Jerome Bonaparte gave McGrath the fragment of dragon slaying in his memory in oral form.

Having said that, Jerome Bonaparte summed up: "Sometimes revolution may not appear in the strongest places of imperialism, but those weak places are more revolutionary! Especially in those areas with sharp contradictions !"

"You mean Ireland?" McGrath seemed to understand something.

"I didn't say anything!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a "I'm not, I don't have" look on the surface, but he was looking forward to the sharp contradiction between Britain and Ireland, whether it can be catalyzed by dragon slaying. A bomb of sufficient weight.

"The future is up to you!" Jerome Bonaparte said to McGrath in the tone of a visitor.

Having said that, Jerome Bonaparte lay on the bed and closed his eyes, leaving McGrath alone to chew and digest the knowledge taught by Jerome Bonaparte.