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"Your Excellency Larsey, do you think this riot will succeed?"

"Nine times out of ten."

Larsey sighed and stood up on the table, standing by the window of the conference room, just in time to see a bright moonlight hanging over the sharp Gothic dome of St. Peter's Church not far away.

Hottinger stood behind Larsey and did not speak. Now that the entire Banque de France had fallen over to Napoleon, only the Hottinger family insisted that it was not a good investment. There are too many uncertainties in the body of "Napoleon", especially his attitude towards the members of Congress, which clearly has his own ambitions.

However, the financial family of the Banque de France remained unmoved, and they held the economic lifeblood of the country from beginning to end, regardless of whether Napoleon won or lost in the end. If the pawn is not willing to pay its due, then cut off the financial supply of the war and choose a new agent to come out.

However, Hottinger believed that once he calmed down the situation in Paris, with his great political prestige, he would definitely attack the circle of the Gault banking family.

Seeing this, Hottinger did not silence the coup d'état, but actively participated in the conspiracy. He didn't have any reverence for Count Chambor, but the guy with the momentum of an imperial monarch had a deep fear.

"This is our last adventurous coup d'état, and if successful, the next step will be to clear up all the destabilizing forces in the country. Especially Proudhon, Blanqui and neo-Jacobin guys, bullets and butcher knives are ready, and Paris will be bloodied in order to stabilize a Bourbon regime. ”

Larsey had even seen the scene of their great Bourbon heirs returning to Paris, passing under the Arc de Triomphe.

"But I don't care."

Hottinger was unimpressed by Larsey's words, and whether the sewer rats of the lower middle class in Paris were dead or alive had nothing to do with him.

The members of Congress, composed of big capitalists, financiers, landlords, and high-ranking military officers, are the mainstay of this country. Their vote by a show of hands can even affect the fate of a country.

A knock on the door interrupted Larsey's fantasies, and Larsey's friend, Baron Glia, walked in, still holding a note. He was the intermediary liaison for the royalist MPs and the assistant to the presiding officer of the meeting after the successful coup d'état tonight.

The appearance of Baron Glia made Larsie's eyes light up, and the heavy boulder pressing on his chest also moved.

As expected, Baron Glia brought good news to Larsey.

"We have received information from the Tuileries Palace, that His Excellency Thiers has taken control of the situation and has quietly occupied the palace, and that now that Napoleon's Provisional Government is no longer there, I beg you to move to the Palais Bourbon at once."

Baron Glia took the note in his hand and said calmly, "Parliament is about to be convened to discuss the formation of a new government, as well as important matters to welcome the return of Count Chambord." ”

Larsie's face flushed with excitement, he clenched the cross on his chest, and said excitedly, "I know, God bless Bourbon." ”

However, while the royalists were celebrating, the Tuileries Palace was a different story.

"You betrayed us."

Shelid roared angrily, he didn't expect that the person he trusted most was actually a traitor to the royalists, and this seemingly seamless battle plan was a "trap" drawn up by Thiers himself.

The only armed force of the royalists is now in a predicament. In the gardens of the Tuileries, where a hundred flowers had withered, the cold moonlight poured down the bell tower, enveloping each of the Assassins, and they subconsciously clenched the rifles in their hands, which was their last straw and only reliance.

"I was not your ally from the beginning, and the so-called cooperation was only to wipe out the royalists, just tonight. Sherid, my friend, your head will be my merit and a medal. ”

Thiers whispered, stepping behind the soldiers, keeping a safe distance from the Assassins. He betrayed the list of all those who had participated in the riots by the royalists in exchange for Napoleon's forgiveness.

"Do the remnants of Bourbon still think that you can establish a monarchy in this country?"

Napoleon appeared in the back garden, staring at Shellid with the same deep disgust as he had at his estate. It was precisely because of the existence of this group of oligarchs that France became an enterprising "usurious imperialism" after the Franco-Prussian War, which further increased the corruption and incompetence of the Third Republic.

"You won't stay in this position for long, the whole of Paris is against you, and one day you will be pulled down from the altar and expelled from the Tuileries Palace."

The silent Napoleon suddenly erupted, his voice as sharp as a blade, piercing Cherid's fragile heart, and he said sharply, "But as long as I am still a day, there will be no king in France!" ”

There will not be a king.

Thiers turned pale with fright, France may not have a king, but there may be a great dictator who is powerful and powerful.

Thiers thought he was using Napoleon to remove obstacles, and Napoleon was using him to uproot weeds.

Napoleon faced Shelid and suddenly asked, "Do you know what Wilhelm I's nickname was?" ”

Sheridd shook his head.

Thiers, on the other hand, seemed to realize something, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

A continuous burst of gunfire broke the silence of the night, and the hand-cranked Gatling began to pour fire frantically on the mercenaries of Sherid, and the national gendarmerie armed with Spencer rifles also began to shoot wildly at the Gatling's firepower, and the mercenaries who had not had time to resist fell one by one like weeds after being harvested by a sickle.

The bullets shattered the masonry on the ground and kicked up dust.

The bloodshed of the Tuileries Palace casts a scarlet hue over the night.

When the gunfire stopped, all that remained was corpses and soldiers groaning in pain. Sheridd ducked a little farther away, and after the gunfire began, he lay on the ground so that he was not beaten into a sieve.

It wasn't until a magazine was fired that the originally noisy back garden calmed down.

"Execute all those who didn't die."

Napoleon gave the order lightly, and Shelid was grabbed by the soldiers and dragged directly in front of Napoleon.

He took out the revolver from the holster at his waist, then pressed it against his forehead, pulled the striking iron with his thumb, looked at the pale Sherid, and said, "The Shelid family participated in this coup d'état, and we will confiscate all your assets and confiscate the treasury for treason." ”

"You!"

Shellid, whose hands were pinched, was helpless in the face of Napoleon's coercion.

And the other party added the question that was not finished just now.

"Also, the nickname of William I."

"Call the butcher the Prince of Shotgun."

Then pull the trigger and sparks fly.

Thiers had never seen Napoleon's brutal side and was too frightened to move by the bloody scene.

After executing the masterminds of the riot, Napoleon said to the other soldiers, "None of them will be executed." ”