Last night's second shift, I fell asleep and forgot to send it, and I made it up today

Percini realized that this was the perfect opportunity to ask Napoleon III for his credit, a celebrity in the Tuileries, a celebrity favored by public opinion, a writer with excellent writing, who was madly admired by half the women of Paris, and the men of the whole Paris were madly jealous, and who was actually a traitor planted by the revolutionary party to the emperor, I am afraid that even Hugo, a staunch anti-imperialist, would not dare to write about it.

However, the Home Secretary chose to trust his friend, who had come into contact with Proudhon's student Bakunin through a friend in London, and he naturally believed in the accuracy of this information. Coupled with the Emperor's arrest of members of the Revolutionary Party, bypassing Parliament yesterday, Percini became more and more aware of Garion's inextricable connection with these matters.

So he had to get in front of the others and send the telegram to them as soon as possible, so that at least he could leave a reliable and loyal image in front of Napoleon III.

After getting out of the carriage, he desperately made his way to Napoleon III's study, which did not need to hold any other meeting at this time, and was the perfect time to report the problem.

But before Persini reached the door of the study, he heard an angry roar coming from the room, like a deafening thunderclap, that resounded throughout the land.

"Look at this list of shots! Check out this list of shots! There were so many people involved in Proudhon, and even a few Republican members of the Senate mixed in, did these bastards think that my bullets were unsalable? Can't wait to clear my inventory? Am I generous enough to give them enough squandering salary, status, and fame to end up being less loyal than one of my dogs? ”

The Home Secretary's heart thumped, and after a moment of hesitation, he pushed open the door to the study.

At this time, Napoleon III was like an angry lion, pacing back and forth in the room, his hand holding a list tightly, because he was too hard, and the muscles in his hand were bursting out.

"The members of the Legislative Corps, Karno, Enon, the former military ministers Kafenyak, Favre, Picard, these bastards who are unwilling to swear an oath to the Empire, I have forgiven them for their audacity, but they are still like a bunch of damned rats, they are unwilling to be loyal, and they still want to overthrow the rule of the Empire secretly!"

Raising a group of unfed white-eyed wolves, Napoleon's whole mentality exploded.

Napoleon III turned his head and looked at Percini behind him.

Percini could feel the Emperor's grim gaze roaming over him, like a venomous snake ready to attack.

"If this group of people dares to take to the streets, Your Excellency Percini, I promise that the murder in the streets of Paris on December 4 of that year will happen again."

Percini was chilled, and the republicans were in a state of collapse after the December 4 massacre in which more than 400 people involved in the riots were shot and killed by the Parisian army, including the young republican leader Denitisoub.

Napoleon III even regretted why he made such a foolish act as a general amnesty in 1859, as Garion mentioned earlier: "Republicans are a bunch of white-eyed wolves that are not well fed, and even if you obey him in every way, you will eventually repay your grievances with virtue and overthrow your empire." ”

Apparently Napoleon III wanted another killing spree, and Percini almost didn't ask, "Your Majesty, are you the devil?"

"What's the matter with you? Percini, don't you see that I'm not available today? ”

Napoleon III said impatiently, "Hurry up and say something, I still have a lot to attend to." I don't have much free time to talk to you right now. ”

"Your Majesty. In fact, today I do not mean to deliberately harass His Majesty, but I have to report a situation to His Majesty, which is likely to threaten the internal rule of the Empire. ”

"Huh?"

Napoleon III finally got a little interested.

Persini took the telegram from his bosom in a panic and held it with both hands.

"Our government insiders, those who have sworn allegiance to the Empire have chosen a traitor!"

"Traitor!"

Napoleon III's eyes widened, the republicans were unwilling to swear allegiance to the Empire, and this group of allegiance bearers dared to hide evil intentions, which Napoleon III absolutely could not tolerate.

"How did you get news of this traitor?"

Napoleon III was still a little suspicious of the words of the Minister of the Interior, and he did not want to turn the eradication of the Revolutionary Party into a tool for partisan disagreement within the government.

Percini understood this well, and he had no reservations about Napoleon III. Honestly, he replied, "I got the news from my friend, and he happened to be close to the Bakunin of the Revolutionary Party, so he got the inside information firsthand." Will this reply dispel the doubts in His Majesty's mind? ”

Napoleon III was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Percini would be able to put his eyes on the inside of the revolutionary party, and that the interior ministers were in charge of the gendarmerie and intelligence in those years.

"Who is it?"

Enraged, Napoleon yelled at him, "Give me my name, and I'll execute him in front of all of Paris!" ”

Persini did not say it directly, but handed the telegram from London to Napoleon III, and His Majesty the Emperor himself made the judgment, and Persini had a lot of experience in dealing with this unflattering informant role.

Napoleon took the telegram from Percini's hand, glanced at it for a moment, and then looked at his Home Minister with a cold look.

"The name on this telegram is the undercover agent lurking beside me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Percini nodded firmly and said, "This is the person." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure, Your Majesty."

Persini replied in a firm tone, "Bet on my reputation, he is the biggest traitor to His Majesty!" ”

Traitor.

The blue tendons that protruded from the corners of Napoleon III's eyes trembled, and Percini lowered his head at this time, not seeing the angry look on Napoleon III's face.

"Good, good, very good."

Napoleon III laughed angrily, he patted Persini on the shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "It is enough to share the burden on my shoulders one by one, and at this moment I still want to take the opportunity to exclude dissidents, Your Excellency Persini, do you want to go and be the company of Proudhon's revolutionary party?" ”

"Your Majesty."

Not knowing why Napoleon III was suddenly angry with him, Percini explained in a panicked tone, "Your Majesty, I have absolutely no other thoughts, this is the telegram from London." ”

"Bastard!"

Napoleon slapped the table hard and angrily rebuked, "Garion is my undercover agent in the revolutionary party!" ”