Forced to put on a hood, Wilno sat in the carriage and waited quietly for the carriage to stop.

Although he has the ability to remove the hood to observe the situation, he is cautious by nature and does not dare to take it off.

God knows if he will be able to save his life after taking off his hood.

After a gentle stretch of road, the carriage soon became bumpy, and Wilno guessed that it was likely to have left the city unit by now.

Fortunately, the bump only lasted 10 minutes, and the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Wilno, you can take it off!" A voice came from inside the carriage that scared Wilno into a cold sweat, and he realized that he hadn't even noticed that there was an extra person in the carriage all along.

"Thank you...... Thank! Wilno took off his hood and left the carriage.

At this time, he realized that there seemed to be a forest in front of him.

There is no forest so dense around Paris except for the Bourgne forest!

"Mr. Wilno, this way, please!" The young man next to Wilno also said with a mask on.

Led by the Masked Man, Wilno soon found himself in a wooden house on the edge of the forest.

Although the cabin was brightly lit, Wilno didn't feel the slightest warmth, but a chill poured down his spine and into his scalp.

"Let's go inside!" The Masked Man urged Wilno.

Wilno swallowed and pushed open the door of the cabin, which was brightly lit and there was only a long dining table, and the main seat of the table was a man Wilno did not know.

Aged about 30 years old, he looked at Wilno with a smile and stretched out his hand to point to his seat and said, "Sit down!" Mr. Wilno! ”

"Yes!" Mr. Wilno sat down with a terrified expression, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying at the guy beside him.

Wilno knew this guy, who, like Wilno, got his start under martial law.

It's just that Wilno works hard in Montmartre, and he is in San Martinpo.

As time passed, groups of people entered the hut.

The place in the cabin was finally full, and the owner of the main seat glanced at his pocket watch and said, "All right! It's time to get started! ”

Two masked men at the door left the hut, and they were in charge of guarding the outside of the hut to prevent anyone from prying eyes.

The "master" on the main seat cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, I know that you have a lot of doubts in your hearts! Why do I tell you who I am when you come here? I guess some of you have already guessed where I came from! I'm right! ”

His gaze swept over every gang leader, these gang leaders who were usually good at their word, were like sick cats under his gaze at this time.

"You guessed it right! I'm from the Élysée Palace! My name is Marcel. Yaruger! The "master" on the main seat revealed his name, and most of the gangsters who were delegated showed horror, and only a few showed expressions of surprise, and these people had already guessed that it was Marcel. Yaruger's identity.

Seeing that there was no one to speak, Marcel. Yaruger paused and said, "The reason why I have called you all here today is to announce something to you!" The president is putting you in order! ”

The faces of the gang leaders present all changed drastically, and the last rectification was accompanied by bloody killings, and they remember vividly how their previous boss died.

If Paris were to be reorganized again, they would have to follow in the footsteps of their boss and die.

"I am loyal to Your Excellency the President!"

"I am willing to obey the leadership of His Excellency the President!"

……

The gang leaders were in a mess, and they all went to Marcel. Yaruger showed faithfulness.

"You guys? You are also worthy of serving His Excellency the President? "Marcel. Yaruger looked at the scum with disdain.

"Yes! Be! Be! The underworld leaders present all nodded yes.

"From now on, you have to obey the arrangement! Report it to me as soon as it happens! "Marcel. Yaruger said to the gang leaders present.

"Then are we the president's people?" One of the gang leaders said whimsically.

"You can say the same thing!" Marcel. Yaruger's tone softened slightly: "But His Excellency the President has a lot of opportunities, and he doesn't have so much time to take care of you!" Your immediate leader is me! ”

"Understood! Got it! The gang leaders opened their mouths to show their understanding.

Marcel. Yaruger instructed word by word: "My request is very simple, you should clearly demarcate the territory under your jurisdiction!" I don't want to hear any negative news about the fight during this time! Otherwise, we would have been able to kill your boss in the first place, and we would have been able to kill you as well! ”

"Yes! Be! The gang leaders present couldn't help but shudder.

Marcel. Yaruger stood up and lifted the plank behind him, and a map of Paris appeared, showing the forces of the gangs.

To make this map, Marcel. Yaruger didn't put in a lot of effort!

"Alright, that's your sphere of influence! I hope that you will be able to guarantee that there will be no large-scale unrest in your sphere of influence! "Marcel. Yaruger made a few more strokes on the map, and completed the distribution of a part of the unsorted sphere of influence.

None of the gang leaders present raised their voices in questioning, and they did not dare to question either.

"Monsieur Marcel, what can we do for the President!" A gang leader asked Marcel. Yaruger.

"You should have some men under you, you just have to act when the president needs you!" Marcel. Yaruger understated.

Passing by Marcel. Yaruger's "distribution" and the power of the gang bosses present have been expanded to a certain extent.

"That...... The original ...... of these forces," Wilno asked in a trembling voice.

"They don't exist anymore! Anyone who didn't come here today is now gone! "Marcel. Yaruger smiled and uttered something that made all the underworld bosses creepy.

Wilno left again, this time without a hood.

In his mind, he came to the carriage he had ridden, and the carriage carried Wilno back to the mansion.

Wilno, who took heavy steps, came to the window, looked at the kerosene lamp that emitted orange light, Wilno's mouth showed a wry smile, and he lay on the bed facing the back of the bed.

Early the next morning, several of his men woke Wilno.

Wilno, who had a sleepy expression, looked at the group of subordinates and said impatiently, "What happened? ”

"Boss!" The subordinate said excitedly: "The leader of the "Iron Hammer Gang", who has been hostile to our gang recently, has committed suicide without knowing who he has offended! ”

"What? Suicide! Wilno instantly sobered up, and he asked his subordinates in an urgent tone, "Are you sure he committed suicide?" ”

"This ......" the subordinate hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "The police said that he committed suicide, but I heard that he may have been assassinated by someone!" The leader of the "Iron Fist Gang" was shot 6 times in the back, and anyone who committed suicide would be shot 6 times in a row! Who made the police say that......"

"Shot six times in the body...... Suicide ......" Wilno couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and the chill swept through his body again.

On this day, many people with heads and faces in Paris were forced to commit suicide with "six shots".

What's even more strange is that the annexation of the Paris gang is not as bloody as the previous annexation, and everywhere reveals the inexplicable weirdness of self-care.

What's even more bizarre is that those gang members who show off their might on weekdays are rarely honest.

It's as if there's a big invisible hand pushing all this to happen.

Of course, the citizens of Paris are still happy about the changes in Paris.

……

February 15, 1850.

On the recommendation of Minister Reinho, Jérôme. With Bonaparte's signature, the approval of the Congress, the unanimous support of the army, and the symbolic consent of the Legislative Assembly, the French Republic once again ushered in a new marshal.

He is Jérôme. Prince Montfort, father of President Bonaparte and "hero" of the Napoleonic Wars.

Today, the Prince of Montfort will become the new marshal of France in the barracks near Paris, in the eyes of the Parisian generals and soldiers.

Jérôme as president. Bonaparte, as if to avoid suspicion of "cronyism", did not attend the coronation of the marshal of Prince Montfort, but was handed the scepter to Montfort by Vice-President Blair, who had toured the Pyrenees in place of the president.

At 9 a.m., Prince Montfort, dressed as a marshal of the First Empire, arrived at the barracks on the outskirts of Paris in a double-bridge open-top carriage.

At this time, the Vice-President of the French Republic, Blair, the Minister of War, Reinho, the Secretary of State, Saint-Saint. Arnaud, Commander Shangargne, De. Castellana, Prime Minister Opphur, and the retired and serving generals who had fought for the First Empire were now waiting for the arrival of the new Marshal Prince Monfort on a makeshift viewing platform, and Prince Monfort stepped out of the carriage in the presence of all the soldiers, and he put away his usual prodigal expression, and turned to an unusually serious attitude.

The general on the viewing platform had to admit that Prince Montfort, who had become serious, really had a trace of the charm of an emperor.

Prince Montfort walked slowly to the stage and turned to face all the soldiers.

"Salute!" The Minister of War, Regnio, gave the order.

All the soldiers paid their respects to Prince Montfort, and the loud "Ode to the Expedition" sounded.

In the midst of the military trumpet, Vice President Blair looked serious from the part-time presidential attendant to the military attache St. Blair. General Arno took the wooden marshal's scepter in his hand.

Time seemed to freeze in this instant, and everyone held their breath and stared at Vice President Blair.

In the midst of this, Blair walked slowly to Prince Montfort and handed the cane symbolizing the marshal to Prince Montfort.

Prince Montfort took the cane from Blair's hand with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, the soldiers in the audience let out a roar.

Then there was a burst of cheers.

"Long live the marshal, long live the empire!"

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