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Baros and Percini wanted to cry without tears, and this news was also told by others, if Proudhon's henchmen were hyped outside, wouldn't it be themselves who were unlucky?

Napoleon III was tired of being with his courtiers, and only a courtier like Garion could gain his trust, even if they were on the side of the Revolutionary Party, regardless of the danger, and did everything possible to provide information to the Tuileries Palace.

"If the ministers of the Empire were as loyal as Garion, there wouldn't be so many traitors in the Second Empire. Dare to go deep into the revolutionary party to obtain the front-line intelligence, this courage alone is incomparable to these bastards who can only fight in the nest. ”

By this time, Garion had already gained the trust of Napoleon III, but the emperor did not know about another matter.

Treacherous and loyal.

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Napoleon III waved his hand and said impatiently, "Remember what I said today, and if I see anyone mention it next time, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

"We're going to keep our mouths shut! Never reveal the slightest bit of information to the outside world. ”

Baros and Percini stood on their knees with their hands on the ground, trembling with only one thought in their hearts, they would never dare to look for Garion's stubble casually in the future, and Napoleon III had a strange trust in him. This trust is even far greater than that of the soldiers who supported him in the first place.

As for the amnesty, he left the Tuileries Palace with great gratitude, and they did not think much about the matter of settling accounts after the autumn, he no longer had the leisure to take care of other things, and to be able to return safe and sound from the hands of Napoleon III was equivalent to a visit to hell.

At least they saw the true face of the demon in the Tuileries Palace, and their legs were still trembling on the way back, and the scene just now was so terrifying that the turmoil in their hearts could not be calmed for a long time.

Now there is only one thought in the hearts of the two, that is, to use all kinds of connections to find out the Proudhon revolutionaries who are hiding in the country, and they will not give up.

"Your Excellency Percini, what should we do this time, if Napoleon III receives the slightest rumor, I'm afraid we will be exiled to Cayenne."

"Panic what."

Percini scolded, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"As long as we show loyalty in dealing with the affairs of the Proudhon Revolutionary, Your Majesty will certainly not reproach us, and when the rumors have passed, we will be safe. Take on your role as Minister of Justice of the French Empire, Lord Baroche. ”

Percini's reminder made Baros understand at once that the best remedy at this time was to show Napoleon III that you were loyal, and not just pay lip service.

"Your Majesty will not be as merciful this time as it was in 1859, and all you have to do is to sentence those who are involved with the Proudhon Revolutionary Party to the final sentence. Definitely don't let one go, got it? Only their blood can appease the hatred in His Majesty's heart. ”

Barosh nodded, it was only fitting that he intervened in the verdict as Minister of Justice, and that in order to appease the anger in the hearts of Napoleon III, he had no choice but to let all the Proudhon revolutionaries die, and in the bloodiest way of street executions.

A few days later, those who had previously colluded with Proudhon did not have good news, but waited for bad news. They will be executed en masse on the streets of Paris.

The purpose of this execution was to knock the dishonest republicans and warn them of the fate of opposing Napoleon III.

Rows and rows of prisoners were pressed by the police and gendarmes to the corners of the execution walls, blindfolded, their chests rising and falling violently, fear congulating their hearts, waiting for the death sentence to sound.

"Shoot."

At the sound of an order, gunshots rang out.

All of a sudden, blood, gunpowder and gunfire filled the whole of Paris, and the sound of mournful weeping could be heard everywhere, women and children kneeling in front of the blood-stained white cloth, crawling and wailing, and the heart-rending sound seemed to tear the sky and convey the misery to heaven.

At the same time, London received bad news. The arrested Proudhon revolutionaries were all executed bloodily without exception, and Bakunin still had the illusion that most of them would be expelled from the country, so that Proudhon could at least form his own forces in London and continue to fight against Napoleon III, but when he received the telegram of the bloody execution, Bakunin fell down in despair, his eyes were empty, and this blow shattered all the persistence and faith in his heart.

What made her even more unacceptable was that after the news spread, Gallian was not suppressed by Paris, not even an official statement, he was still active in the revolutionary party in London, and still retained the title of the celebrity of the Paris court.

"No, that's why!"

Bakunin tore the telegram in front of him to shreds, and he could not understand why a traitor like Garion, who had been double-stabbed, had not been punished in any way, but that the revolutionary party that had adhered to its convictions had been dealt a fatal blow to the imperial government, and the power that had been accumulated for many years was wiped out overnight, and the initiator was still treated as a guest of honor at the Workers' International.

He originally wanted to reveal Garion's identity, but was stopped by Proudhon.

"Forget it, Bakunin, you're no match for him."

Proudhon said earnestly, "You have missed the best opportunity to expose before, and now that Proudhon's power is gone, if you go to report Galion, even if there is enough evidence, they will think that you are just revenge on the other party out of jealousy, even if he is a red man next to Napoleon III?" They would only think that Garion was a revolutionary who was outwardly loyal to the Empire, but on the inside, he was a staunch revolutionary. Like the republicans in Paris. ”

Proudhon smiled very dismally, he was unwilling, but now he could not do anything, he could only wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

"Are we going to throw in the towel like this?"

Bakunin asked unwillingly, "Even so, we have to pull the Garrian cushion on his back." ”

"Oh no, of course not, we still have a chance to get rid of Garion, don't forget who we are, the revolutionary party is not a revolution with just one mouth."

Proudhon shook his head, his eyes flashed with gloom, Garion had pitted them so badly, he would never give up, and he would definitely kill the other party.

"After this farce is over, you can do it! I swore that I would make it impossible for this man to return to Paris alive, and that I would bet on everything to get rid of him. ”