"Augusta, it's all right now!"

Jérôme. Bonaparte leaned into Augusta's ear in as gentle a tone as he could.

I've been hiding in Jérôme at the moment. Augusta, in Bonaparte's arms, turned pale, and when she raised her head again, her eyes glistened with tears, and then she spoke to Jérôme in a slightly weeping tone. Bonaparte said, "Really?"

Looking at his frightened wife in front of him, Jérôme. Bonaparte felt even more guilty.

In the end, the assassination could have not happened, but Jérôme. Bonaparte, in order to find an excuse to interfere with the Apennines, forcibly staged an assassination.

Unwittingly, Augusta was forced to participate in the performance.

"Really!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said in a gentle tone as he gently comforted Empress Augusta with his hands.

After a while, Empress Augusta's mood finally stabilized.

At this moment, the voice of the guards came from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, Pierre, the sheriff of the Le Pelletier district of Paris, requests to meet!"

"I'm going out! Just stay here!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said as he withdrew his hand.

Not yet waiting for Jérôme. Bonaparte withdrew his hand completely, and Empress Augusta grabbed Jérôme. Bonaparte's hand said, "I'll go down with you!"

Looking at the queen in front of him, Jérôme. Bonaparte nodded and said to her, "Good! Let's go down together!"

Jérôme. Bonaparte and Empress Augusta opened the car door and got out of the car one by one.

Now next to the carriage, he first glanced at a few bullet holes in the carriage's body, and then looked at the Guards Commander who was guarding him, "How are your soldiers?"

The commander of the Guards Corps told Jérôme. Bonaparte, his soldiers, except for the three killed by the first wave of bombs, the rest of the soldiers suffered no casualties.

Jérôme. Bonaparte sighed after hearing this, and said to the commander of the guards, "The dead soldier must not be lazy in paying a full pension according to the procedure!"

"Yes!" Captain of the Guards Corps against Jérôme. Bonaparte replied.

"And when this is over, I will give another 20,000 francs to each of the dead soldiers! This money is a little bit of my heart for them!" Jérôme. Bonaparte continued, "Remember to remind me when the time comes!"

"Understood!" The Captain of the Guards replied again, and then asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to meet with Pierre?"

"Go and tell Pierre that I'm badly wounded! I can't meet him now, so let him take those assassins to prison and wait for the next step! By the way, let the Director and the Secretary of State come over!" Jérôme. Bonaparte spoke in a calm tone, then looked back at Augusta and said, "Shall we return to the carriage, or go in!"

Empress Augusta glanced at the carriage, then at the front, "Let's go in!" The carriage is not safe!"

"Good!" Jérôme. Bonaparte helped Augusta step by step towards the interior of the Paris Opera.

Seeing this, the commander of the Guards immediately divided a part of his soldiers to use it for the transfer of Jérôme. Emperor Bonaparte and Empress Augusta were safely escorted to the Paris Opera.

He then walked alone to the open space outside the Paris Opera to meet with Sheriff Pierre.

"Your Majesty, how is Your Majesty?" Sergeant Pierre asked the Captain of the Guards in front of him in a worried tone, his eyes occasionally looking at the carriage blocked by the Guards soldiers.

Pierre, who was in charge of public order on rue le pertier, never imagined that such a horrific assassination would take place in the precinct, and that the assassination would be directed at the Emperor.

If something really happened to the emperor, then he wouldn't be able to save even ten heads.

Now he can only pray that the emperor is safe and sound, otherwise, his life will be over.

"His Majesty the Emperor said that he was seriously injured!" The Captain of the Guards said in a calm tone.

Hearing this sentence from the Captain of the Guards, Sergeant Pierre felt

In a burst of vertigo, his career, his life, and even his life will end because of this assassination.

Thinking of this, Sheriff Pierre felt his legs go limp.

With a "poof", Sheriff Pierre fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the unimaged local sheriff in front of him, the Guards Commander couldn't help but feel disdain in his heart, and then continued: "Your Majesty also said that you should first imprison those assassins in prison!

By the way, your superiors, Mr. Pierret, the head of the General Police Department, and the Minister of the Interior, Pesini, are invited over!

Do you hear me clearly?"

I saw Sergeant Pierre sitting on the ground dumbfounded, and it was clear that he had been killed by Jérôme. The news that Bonaparte was seriously wounded was so frightened that he did not hear the words of the Guards Commander at all.

The Captain of the Guards had no choice but to crouch in front of Sheriff Pierre, grabbed Sheriff Pierre's shirt and said, "I say it again......

The Captain of the Guards repeated what he had just said, and then asked Sergeant Pierre again if he had heard clearly!

"I hear you clearly!" Pierre nodded mechanically in response to the Guards.

"That's it! You can go back now! Leave the aftermath to us!" The Captain of the Guards loosened Pierre's collar and got up.

Sheriff Pierre also got up from the ground and staggered back outside.

Looking at Pierre's departing back, the Captain of the Guards muttered, "Strange how they managed to catch those Assassins!"

On the other hand, Jérôme, who entered the Paris Opera. Mr. and Mrs. Bonaparte, led by the owner of the opera house, walked slowly into the box he had already booked.

Stay until Jérôme. After Bonaparte sat down with Augusta, the owner of the Paris Opera cautiously questioned Jérôme. Bonaparte said, "Your Majesty, nothing has happened to you and Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Not really!" Jérôme. Bonaparte calmly said to his boss, "It's just a little thief or two who are trying to fulfill their dreams by means of assassination, which they will never be able to achieve!"

There are not a thousand in the whole of Paris, but nine hundred!

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"God forbid!" The boss breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then asked Jérôme. Bonaparte bowed and said, "Then I won't disturb you and Her Majesty!"

After saying that, the boss turned around and prepared to leave the box.

"Wait a minute!" Jérôme. Bonaparte stopped the boss.

"Your Majesty, what else do you command?" The boss turned to Jérôme again. Bonaparte asked.

Jérôme. Bonaparte asked the boss for a fruit platter, then ordered another bottle of red wine.

"I'll send it to you right away!" Boss to Jérôme. Bonaparte bowed again, then closed the door and left.

After a while, the fruit platter, red wine and goblets were sent into the box by the boss and placed in Jerome. On Bonaparte's table.

"Your Majesty, what more could you ask for?" The boss asked Jérôme again. Bonaparte.

"No! Go down first!" Jérôme. Bonaparte waved his hand and said to the boss.

The boss turned and left the box, Jérôme. Bonaparte opened the wine and poured himself a glass for Augusta and himself, then raised his glass and said to Augusta, "Drink a glass of wine and suppress the shock!"

Augusta raised his glass with Jérôme. Bonaparte clinked his glass lightly and drank the red wine from the glass.

Jérôme. Bonaparte took a thin sip and put it down again.

"One more drink!" Empress Augusta will be placed in Jérôme. In front of the BMW,

Jérôme. Bonaparte had no choice but to pour another glass of red wine for Augusta, and the second glass was also drunk by Augusta.

Just as Augusta was about to drink his third glass, Jérôme. Bonaparte snatched Augusta's glass and said, "Don't drink any more! If you drink it again, you'll get drunk!"

"Oh!" Augusta reached for the fruit platter and tasted the fruit

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A little more time passed, and Jérôme. Outside Bonaparte's box.

As the first to arrive, the Paris police station stood outside the box and did not dare to knock on the door until the arrival of the Minister of the Interior, Pesini, who looked at Pesini as if he had found the backbone.

"Lord Pesini, you're finally here!" Pierit said to Persini.

"How is Your Majesty doing now?" Percini asked Pierite with a frown.

Although Pessini, who was a participant, knew that this was just a game made by the emperor, the bullet did not have eyes.

If the emperor really has three longs and two shorts, then the entire empire will be doomed.

When Pesini received the news that the emperor was seriously injured by Pierre, he was also panicked.

At that time, the first thing that came to his mind was not to visit the emperor at the Paris Opera, but to go to the Douilleri Palace to protect the crown prince, who was just 4 years old.

As long as the crown prince can succeed to the throne, then their glory and wealth can still continue.

Of course, this thought only flashed through Pesini's mind.

Because the next moment Pesini realized a loophole.

If the Emperor had been seriously injured, he would not have told a petty police officer like Pierre.

He would secretly summon these core personnel to entrust the aftermath of the matter, and the fewer people who knew about the emperor's death, the more likely the empire would be able to survive the difficult situation.

From this point of view, there is a high probability that the emperor was not seriously injured, and there may be no major problem at all.

"Your Majesty and Empress are in this box!" Pierritte pointed to the box and said to Persini.

"Then you don't go in yet!" Percini said to Pierit.

"Your Excellency, let's go in together!" Pierrett said to Pesini with a trembling voice.

Seeing that his generals were frightened by a fake news, Pesini couldn't help but sigh softly, "I'll go in with you!"

Pessini knocked on the door of the box, and immediately there was a message from Jérôme. Bonaparte's voice, "Who?"