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Gendarme -7hp The Gendarme realized that he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against an armed Pole and loudly blew his whistle.

"Oh, I'm in trouble now," Peter thought. The former pirate hit the guard on the head and ducked into the nearest alley.

Soon, there were already four gendarmes in the alley, including the one who had bumped his head and was rubbing it with his hand.
--Come with us, sir, -- said one of them, a gendarme in a police helmet.

- Aha, here we go!
With these words, Peter jumped over the wall of someone's estate, almost breaking his neck because of the wild grape vine growing along the top, and ran towards where, in his opinion, the side gate should be.

The gendarmes overtook him. They clearly weren't planning to back down anytime soon.

"These guys are persistent," Peter thought. "I might have to shoot someone. Okay, let's try to scare them." He raised his rifle and fired a shot in front of the leading gendarme, aiming at his feet.

The gendarmes were not easily intimidated: they ran towards him. Moreover, one of them whistled, and immediately another gendarme appeared from around the corner. All of them, waving their batons, hurried to catch Peter.

A gendarme, who appeared from around the corner, received a blow to the face with the butt of a rifle; Peter shot another in the thigh and ran away again.

This time, the gendarmes surrounded Peter, and there was no way to avoid a fight, unless he surrendered peacefully.

Peter threw the malfunctioning carbine at one of the gendarmes, drew his saber, and slashed at another.

As a result of all his actions, Peter managed to injure several gendarmes, but this only worsened the situation. He was beaten unconscious by the police with batons (one of the gendarmes had a baton with a stun gun, which further reduced Señor Duff's chances).
Peter regained consciousness only in the police station, handcuffed, without weapons, and with a severe headache.

"I'm getting old," Peter thought with a hint of bitterness, shifting slightly to test the handcuffs and check his pockets. It seemed they hadn't taken his tobacco pouch and pipe. And his boots were still on. "What a bunch of idiots! Who even taught them how to search someone? Well, never mind, we'll still have our fun!"

The same gendarme in a helmet entered the room (it wasn't a cell).
--What's your name? What do you do? Why did you break the windows? And where is the mistress of the house? Answer me, quickly.

- Erich Neumann. Gold digger. Didn't break any windows. No idea where the lady of the house is.

--How could they not break the windows? You were fleeing justice, you injured the gendarmes, and by the way, they even hit me on the helmet, giving me a bump.