Passing through Jérôme. With Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Parisian market is once again full of confidence in the iron-blooded president.

On the afternoon of December 16, the bodies were transported to the Place de la Bastille for "exhibition".

Escorted by the corpse were people who looked like walking corpses...... Well! Let's call them human beings.

Place de la Bastille, the "birthplace" of the French Republic, not only attracted a group of people with disheveled heads, but also ushered in a new "guillotine".

The guillotine on the loading trolley was pushed by four soldiers to the center of the Place de la Bastille.

The swarthy beveled blade suspended by the rope in mid-air glittered in the sunlight, and the blade exuded a cold and murderous aura, which made the citizens surrounding the Place de la Bastille feel a chill.

The group of prisoners who could be shot dozens of times without going through a Supreme Court trial will be guillotined.

In order to show the necessity of the judicial process, to maintain the majesty of the judicial process. Bonaparte decided to set up a makeshift court here.

The judge in charge of the trial was the Minister of Justice, Eugène. Ruet.

Eugène in a judge's robe. Standing in front of the guillotine, looking at the guillotine and then at the citizens of Paris who were stopped by the soldiers, he felt a mixture of fear and excitement pervade his whole body, and this tingling carried a hint of excitement to Eugène. Rue couldn't help but shout in a fit of rage: "Take the prisoner Frerou! ”

The prisoner with his hands tied was hearing Eugène. Ruai shuddered as he called out his name.

Although he had long expected that he would eventually face the possibility of judgment, a physical judgment or a judgment of conscience, when the judgment really came to him, the prisoner could not suppress the fear in his heart.

A chill poured out of the prisoner's crotch, and the discerning Parisian citizen soon spotted the drops of water in the prisoner's crotch.

"Pee your pants! Ha ha! ”

The citizens of Paris burst into hearty laughter.

"Nope! No! You can't do that to me! ”

The prisoner screamed hoarsely, and the black pockets were placed on the prisoner's head.

The prisoner who was pocketed collapsed to the ground in an instant, and several soldiers frowned and looked at the wetness under the prisoner's crotch with disgust, and carried the prisoner under the guillotine.

"Prisoner Freyroux!" Eugène. Rue told the prisoners all the things they had committed, including but not limited to murder, abduction and trafficking of women, and forced trafficking.

Eventually Eugène. Ruet's mouth uttered the fluttering "death sentence"!

"Good!" The onlookers cheered again.

Freyru's neck was pulled to the guillotine.

"God forbid! God forbid! At this time, Freiru, who was in his pocket, could only close his mouth and shudder, praying for God's blessing.

The beveled blade sliced through Freyru's neck at great speed, and a stream of blood rushed out of Freyru's neck like a sharp arrow, almost splashing on the onlookers.

The corpse of the lost head twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, spilling blood on the ground, and the black pocket that wrapped the head was also faintly visible red.

The Place de la Bastille is a place where the citizens are either frightened and screaming with excitement.

However, these are all related to Eugène. Rue had nothing to do with it, and on his orders the soldiers dumped Freirou's body and head in the car.

Then came the execution of the next prisoner, and the next prisoner had much the same process as Freroux, except that he was a little tougher than Freroux.

There was no plea for mercy or justification during the trial, but he still could not escape death.

The blood of the latter prisoner overlays the blood of the previous one, and the floor of the Place de la Bastille gradually turns a dark red.

As more and more heads come under the beveled blade, the beveled blade is also stained with red blood, and the blade has a more solemn atmosphere.

After all the prisoners were executed, Eugène. Ruai and the guillotine exit.

In the eyes of the citizens of Paris, Jérôme. Bonaparte appeared, he cleared his throat and said in a low tone: "Gangsters will be suppressed at any time, and if they are not suppressed, they will not be able to do so!" You are walking down the street with your wife in the middle of the night, and suddenly you are entangled by gangs, who want to take over your wife and beat you...... So, a day without gangsters is a good day! ”

Jérôme. As soon as Bonaparte's words fell, the Bonaparte party hidden in the shadows quickly said "yes".

The wicked deserve to die, this is the consensus of ordinary people.

They are also interested in Jérôme. Bonaparte hugged the cries one after another.

At this moment, a smoothbore pistol was quietly pulled out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol pointed the muzzle at Jérôme. Bonaparte.

"Smack".

The gunshots rang out, and everyone's expressions froze instantly.

"Luckily" this shot did not hit Jérôme. Bonaparte, but hit in Jérôme. The ground beside Bonaparte.

"Quick! Protect the President! "Eugène. Rue shouted loudly.

The soldiers hurried to Jérôme. Bonaparte will be flanked by Jérôme. Bonaparte was tightly encircled in the middle.

"Don't let the Assassins go!" Jérôme, who was protected by soldiers. Bonaparte likewise gave the order.

The soldiers were divided into two parts, one part was responsible for the defense of Jérôme. Bonaparte's security, and the other part was responsible for capturing the Assassins.

The Assassin did not flee at this point, and looked at the approaching soldiers, and he swallowed a pill and died.

Jérôme. Bonaparte in Eugène. Ruet's escort descended to the Elysée Palace, where the president was most faithful.

Eugène. Rue listened to Jérôme. Bonaparte's order went to the Ministry of War.

At this time, the Minister of War, Regnio, the Secretary of State, Saint-Saint. Arnault waited for discussions were underway on the format of the Near East.

Looking at Eugène who broke into the conference room. Ruet, Minister Regnio and St. Arno was stunned.

Before Minister Regnio could react, Eugène. Ruie said to Minister Reinho: "Minister Reinho, please issue martial law!" Someone wants to assassinate the president! ”

Minister Regnio looked nervously at Eugène. Rue, anxiously asked, "What about the president?" What about the president? ”

"The assassin's pistol didn't hit the president, and the president didn't suffer much! Now at the Élysée Palace! "Eugène. Reginho's words were a relief.

If the president has any strengths and weaknesses, they are probably doomed.

"Without further ado, I will immediately sign martial law!" Minister Remio immediately returned to his office and signed martial law.

Martial law required the 1st Division to move the remaining troops into Paris to maintain law and order, and the National Guard Corps could not act without an order.

As soon as the martial law was signed, it was quickly handed over to the commander of the 1st Division in Paris, Jeangargne.

"The 1st Division of Paris into the city?" Shangarne, who had taken over the martial law order, looked at the "colleagues" of the Ministry of War who were responsible for delivering the letter in front of him with a serious expression.

"General Shangargne, the president is in danger, hurry up and accept the defense of Paris!!" The messenger once served as a saint. Lieutenant Colonel Trochu, the adjutant of General Arnault, said.

"What? The president is in danger! Shangalgne's face changed dramatically, and he hurried to inquire about the president.

After Trochu explained the situation to Shangargne, he quickly stationed the remaining three brigades in Paris.

The whole of Paris seems to have entered a stormy phase again, under martial law issued by Minister Regnio.

The director of works, who was usually unwilling to obey Minister Regino, was dismissed and went home to receive his pension, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.

The Director of Personnel, Lundes, also joined Minister Reinho.

Minister Regnio, who had taken advantage of martial law and the two-way power of personnel and logistics in the hands of the Bonapartist faction, no longer had to worry about Shangargne, but without the express order of the president, Regnio also did not want to remove him easily.

On December 17, after a careful investigation by the police inspector Kalière, after a careful investigation for half a day, he finally found something good at the body.

"President! After our investigation, it was found that the assassin was most likely from the Rothschilds! "Kalier vs. Jérôme. Bonaparte said.

"Why?" Jérôme. Bonaparte said quietly.

"Because the deceased is the Orleans Gang, the Orleans Gang just received an unsolicited sum of money some time ago, and after our meticulous investigation, we found that the source of the money was the Rothschilds!" Kalière to Jérôme. Bonaparte explained.

"The Rothschilds? Why would they do this? "Jérôme. Bonaparte said with a frown.

Cartier was silent, James. Rothschild is not something they can afford to mess with.

"In that case, then don't be merciful! On charges of attempted murder of the president, James Murphy was convicted of attempted murder. Rothschild arrested and imprisoned! "Jérôme. Bonaparte said to Carrier.

"Yes!" Kalier vs. Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

"Wait!" Jérôme. Bonaparte called out to Carlier.

In Kalier's puzzled expression, Jérôme. Bonaparte responded: "Let's call the army together!" ”

James who was under house arrest at this time. Rothschild was lying comfortably on a rocking chair in the garden. The assassination of Bonaparte made him feel that a hand was helping him.

It's a pity that that shot missed!

James. Rothschild had some regret that the gunmen did not kill Jérôme. Bonaparte.

Now he is tied to the French government, and can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches.

"Sir! Oh no, sir! The baron's butler came to James in a panic. Baron Rothschild in front of him.

James. Baron Rothschild frowned and said unhappily: "When did it happen?" ”

"Sir, there's an army coming this way!" The baron's butler said immediately.

"What's so scary about this! The president can't shoot me to death! ”

Gone through three dynasties of James. Rothschild sat in a rocking chair with his eyes closed.

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