Make France Great Again

After Jerome Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Paris market is once again full of confidence in the iron-blooded president.

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

Escorted with the corpses, there are also people with disheveled hair who look like walking dead... Mmm! Let's call them people.

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

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

The dark slanted blade hung in mid-air by the rope shone brightly under the sunlight, and the blade exuded a cold and murderous atmosphere, which made the citizens around the Bastille Square feel a chill.

This group of prisoners who can be shot dozens of times without going through the Supreme Court procedure will be executed on the guillotine.

In order to show the necessity of the judicial process, Jerome Bonaparte, who maintained the majesty of the judicial process, decided to build a temporary court here.

The judge in charge of the trial was Eugene Rouet, Minister of Justice.

Wearing a judge's robe, Eugène Rouet stood in front of the guillotine. He glanced at the guillotine and then at the Parisians stopped by the soldiers. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement filling his whole body. There was a hint of excitement in the middle, so Eugene Rouet couldn't help shouting angrily: "Take the prisoner Frerou!"

The prisoner, whose hands were bound, trembled when Eugene Rouet called his name.

Although he had expected that he would eventually face the possibility of a trial, physical trial or conscience trial, but when the trial really came to him, the prisoner still couldn't restrain his inner fear.

A coolness gushed out from the prisoner's crotch, and keen Parisian citizens soon discovered the water droplets on the prisoner's crotch.

"Weeded my pants! Haha!"

The citizens of Paris let out hearty laughter.

"No! No! You can't do this to me!"

While the prisoner roared at the top of his lungs, the black bag was put on the prisoner's head.

The prisoner who was put in his pocket instantly collapsed on the ground. Seeing this, several soldiers frowned and looked at the wetness of the prisoner's crotch in disgust, and at the same time carried the prisoner to the guillotine.

"Prisoner Frerou!" Eugène Rouet told all the crimes committed by the prisoner, including but not limited to murder, trafficking in women, forced prostitution and other crimes.

In the end, Eugene Rouet said "sentenced to death" lightly!

"Good!" The crowd of Parisians cheered again.

Fleuru's neck was pulled to the guillotine.

"God bless! God bless!" Freru, who was in his pocket at this time, could only close his body and tremblingly pray for God's blessing.

The slanted blade cut Freyrou's neck at an extremely fast speed, and a stream of blood gushed out of Freyrou's neck like a sharp arrow, almost splashing on the onlookers.

The corpse that lost its head twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, spilling blood on the ground, and the black bag wrapped around the head could also faintly see red.

In the Bastille Square, some citizens showed fear, and some shouted with excitement.

However, none of this had anything to do with Eugene Rouai. Under his order, the soldiers randomly discarded Freyrou's body and head on the car.

Then there is the execution of the next prisoner. The process of the next prisoner is roughly the same as that of Freyrou, except that he is more rigid than Freyrou.

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

The blood of the latter prisoner covered the blood of the former prisoner, and the ground of the Bastille Square gradually turned dark red.

With more and more heads coming under the slanted blade,

The slanted blade was also stained with red blood, giving the blade an even more chilling aura.

After all the prisoners have been executed, Eugène Rouet and the guillotine exit.

In the attention of the Parisians, Jerome Bonaparte appeared. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "The gangsters will be suppressed at any time, and they will not be suppressed! You are walking on the street late at night with your wife, and suddenly Just get entangled by gangsters, they want to occupy your wives, and even beat you... So, life without gangsters is a good life!"

As soon as Jérôme Bonaparte's words fell, the Bonapartist party lurking in the dark quickly broke out and said "yes".

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

They also shouted to Jerome Bonaparte one after another.

At this moment, a smooth-bore pistol was quietly drawn out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol pointed the muzzle at Jérôme Bonaparte.

There was a "snap".

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

"Luckily" this shot did not hit Jerome Bonaparte, but hit the ground beside Jerome Bonaparte.

"Quick! Protect the President!" Eugene Rouet shouted.

The soldiers rushed to Jerome Bonaparte's side and surrounded Jerome Bonaparte tightly.

"Don't let the assassin go!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was protected by layers of soldiers, also gave an order.

The soldiers were divided into two parts, one part was responsible for defending Jérôme Bonaparte's safety, and the other part was responsible for arresting the assassins.

At this time, the assassin did not run away, watching the approaching soldiers, he swallowed a pill and died.

Jerome Bonaparte was escorted by Eugène Rouet to the Elysee Palace, the most loyal of the President.

Eugène Rouet went to the Ministry of War on the orders of Jérôme Bonaparte.

At this time, Minister of War Reinho and Secretary of State San Arnaud were discussing the form of the Near East region.

Looking at Eugène Rouet who broke into the meeting room, Minister Reinho and Saint Arno were stunned.

Before Minister Reinho could react, Eugène Rouet said to Minister Reinho: "Minister Reinho, please issue martial law! Someone wants to assassinate the President!"

Minister Reinho looked at Eugene Rouai nervously, and asked anxiously: "Where is the president? How is the president?"

"The assassin's pistol did not hit the President, and the President was not seriously injured! He is now in the Elysee Palace!" Eugene Rouet's words made Reinho heave a sigh of relief.

If anything happens to the president, they're probably doomed.

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

Martial law required the 1st Division of Paris to transfer the remaining troops to Paris to maintain law and order in Paris. At the same time, the National Guard Corps could not act without orders.

Once the martial law was signed, it was quickly handed over to Changarnier, the commander of the Paris First Division.

"The First Division of Paris enters the city?" Changarnier, who had received the order of martial law, looked seriously at the "colleague" of the Ministry of War who was in charge of delivering the letter.

"General Changarnier, the president is in danger, hurry up and accept the city defense of Paris!!" said Lieutenant Colonel Trochu, who had served as the adjutant of General Saint-Arnault, who delivered the letter.

"What? The president is in danger!" Changarnier's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked about the president's situation.

After Trochu explained the president's situation to Changarnier, Changarnier quickly stationed the remaining three brigades in Paris.

The whole of Paris seems to have entered a stormy stage again, under the martial law issued by Minister Renault.

The director of engineering who was unwilling to obey Minister Reinho on weekdays was directly dismissed and went home to receive an annuity, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.

Director of Personnel Lundes also took refuge in Minister Reinho.

With martial law, Dongfeng's two-way power of personnel and logistics is in the hands of the Bonapartist faction. Minister Regno no longer needs to worry about Changarnier, but in the absence of a clear order from the president, Regno also does not want to easily Get rid of him.

On December 17, after half a day of careful investigation by Police Chief Carlier, he finally found something good in the corpse.

"President! After our investigation, we found that the assassin is most likely a member of the Rothschild family!" Carlier said to Jerome Bonaparte.

"The reason?" said Jérôme Bonaparte quietly.

"Because the deceased belonged to the Orleans Gang, and the Orleans Gang just received a sum of money from an unknown source some time ago. After our thorough investigation, we found that the source of the money was the Rothschild family!" Carlier told Jerome Bonaparte explained.

"The Rothschild family? Why did they do this?" Jerome Bonaparte frowned.

Carlier kept silent, James Rothschild is not something they can provoke.

"In this case, there is no need to show mercy! Arrest James Rothschild and put him in prison for the attempted murder of the president!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Carlier.

"Yes!" Carlier replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Wait!" Jerome Bonaparte called to Carlier.

In Carlier's puzzled expression, Jerome Bonaparte responded: "Let's call the army to act together!"

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

It's a pity that the shot was missed!

James Rothschild regretted that the gunman did not kill Jérôme Bonaparte.

Now he has been bound by the French government, and he can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches.

"Master! It's not good, sir!" The baron butler came to Baron James Rothschild in a panic.

Baron James Rothschild frowned and said displeasedly, "When did it happen?"

"Master, there is a group of troops coming here!" the baron butler said immediately.

"What's there to be afraid of! The president can't kill me!"

James Rothschild, who has experienced three dynasties, sat on the rocking chair with his eyes closed and rested with confidence.