Make France Great Again

"Augusta, it's all right now!"

Jerome Bonaparte approached Augusta's ear in as gentle a tone as possible, and said something.

Augusta, who had been hiding in Jerome Bonaparte's arms at this moment, was pale. When she raised her head again, tears glistened in her eyes, and she said to Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly crying tone: " Really?"

Looking at the terrified wife in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte felt even more guilty.

In the final analysis, this assassination did not have to happen, but Jerome Bonaparte forcibly directed an assassination in order to allow himself to find an excuse to interfere in the Apennines.

Unwitting, Augusta was forced to take part in the show.

"Really!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a gentle tone, while gently comforting Queen Augusta with his hand.

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

At this moment, the voice of the Guards came from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, Pierre, the police chief of Paris-Lepeltier, requests a meeting!"

"I'm going out! You stay here!" Jerome Bonaparte said while pulling his hand away.

Before Jerome Bonaparte could completely pull his hand away, Queen Augusta grabbed Jerome Bonaparte's hand and said, "I'll go down with you!"

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

Jerome Bonaparte and Queen Augusta opened the door and got out of the car one by one.

Now beside the carriage, he first glanced at the several bullet holes in the body of the carriage, and then looked at the head of the Guards who was in charge of guarding him, "How are your soldiers?"

The head of the Guards told Jerome Bonaparte that apart from the three who were killed by the first wave of bombs, the remaining soldiers had no casualties.

Jerome Bonaparte sighed after hearing this, and said to the head of the Guards, "The dead soldiers will be paid full pensions according to the procedure, and we must not be neglected!"

"Yes!" The head of the Guards replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"And after this matter is over, I will subsidize 20,000 francs to each of the soldiers who died! This amount of money will be regarded as a little sympathy for them!" Jerome Bonaparte continued, "When Time, remember to remind me!"

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

"Go and tell Pierre that I was seriously injured! I can't meet him now, let him put those assassins in prison first, and wait for the next step! By the way, let the director and the Minister of the Interior both Come here!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a flat tone, then looked at Augusta again and said, "Should we return to the carriage, or go in!"

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

"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte helped Augusta step by step towards the interior of the Paris Opera House.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Guards immediately allocated part of his soldiers to **** Emperor Jerome Bonaparte and Empress Augusta to the Paris Opera House safely.

Then he walked alone to the open space outside the Paris Opera House and met with Sergeant Pierre.

"Your Majesty, how is your Majesty?" Sergeant Pierre asked the head of the guard in front of him nervously, looking at the carriage blocked by guard soldiers from time to time.

Pierre, who was in charge of the social security of Rue Lepertus, never thought that such a horrific assassination would happen in his jurisdiction, and the target of the assassination was still the emperor.

If something really happened to the emperor, then even if he had ten heads, he would not be able to keep it.

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 head of the Guards said flatly.

Hearing these words from the head of the Guards, Sergeant Pierre felt

When he felt dizzy for a while, his official career, his life, and even his little life would end because of this assassination.

Thinking of this, Sergeant Pierre felt his legs go weak.

Hearing a "plop", Sergeant Pierre fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the unrecognizable local police chief in front of him, the head of the Guards couldn't help feeling contemptuous, and then continued: "Your Majesty also said, let you put those assassins in prison first!

By the way, invite your boss, Mr. Pierret, the Chief of Police, and Pessini, the Minister of the Interior!

Do you hear me clearly? "

Sergeant Pierre was sitting on the ground in a daze without moving. Obviously, he had been frightened by the news that Jérôme Bonaparte was seriously injured, and he didn't hear the words of the commander of the Guards clearly.

The head of the guard had no choice but to squat in front of Sergeant Pierre, grabbed the jacket of Sergeant Pierre and said, "I'll say it again..."

The head of the guards said what he said just now, and then asked Sergeant Pierre again if he heard clearly!

"Listen clearly!" Pierre nodded mechanically and responded to the guards.

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

Sergeant Pierre also got up from the ground again, and then staggered towards the outside again.

Looking at Pierre's leaving back, the head of the Guards Corps muttered in a low voice, "It's strange, how did they catch those assassins!"

On the other hand, Jerome Bonaparte and his wife who entered the Paris Opera House, led by the owner of the Opera House, walked slowly into the box he had already reserved.

After Jerome Bonaparte sat down with Augusta, the owner of the Paris Opera House asked Jerome Bonaparte cautiously: "Your Majesty, nothing happened to you and Her Majesty the Queen!"

"That's not it!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the boss with a calm expression, "It's just that one or two thieves are trying to fulfill their dreams that they will never be able to realize through the means of assassination!

There are not a thousand guys like this in Paris, but nine hundred!

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"God bless!" The boss breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then bowed to Jerome Bonaparte: "Then I won't bother you and Her Majesty the Queen!"

After finishing speaking, the boss turned around and prepared to leave the box.

"Wait!" Jerome Bonaparte called to the boss.

"Your Majesty, what other orders do you have?" The boss turned around and asked Jerome Bonaparte again.

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

"I'll bring it to you right away!" The boss bowed again to Jerome Bonaparte, then closed the door and left.

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

"Your Majesty, what else do you want!" The boss asked Jerome Bonaparte again.

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

The boss turned and left the box. Jerome Bonaparte opened the red wine and poured a glass for Augusta and himself. Then he raised his glass and said to Augusta: "Drink a glass of wine, calm down!"

Augusta raised his glass and clinked lightly with Jerome Bonaparte, then drank the red wine in the glass.

Jerome Bonaparte took a deep breath, and then put it down again.

"One more cup!" Queen Augusta was placed in front of Jerome BMW,

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

Just when Augusta was about to drink the third glass, Jerome Bonaparte snatched Augusta's glass and said, "Don't drink any more! You'll be drunk!"

"Oh!" Augusta reached out to the fruit platter and tasted the fruit

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After a while, outside Jerome Bonaparte's box.

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

"Your Excellency Pessini, you are finally here!" Pierrit said to Pessini.

"How is Your Majesty doing now?" Pessini frowned and asked Pierrit.

Although Pessini, who was a participant, knew that this was just a bureau made by the emperor, the bullet had no eyes.

In the unlikely event that something happened to the emperor, the entire empire would be over.

When Pescini received the news from Pierre that the emperor was seriously injured, he also panicked.

At that time, the first thing that came to his mind was not to visit the emperor at the Paris Opera House, but to go to the Palace of Duin Lely to protect the 4-year-old crown prince.

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

Of course, this idea just passed in Pescini's mind.

Because Pessini realized a loophole the next moment~www.NovelMTL.com~ If the emperor was really seriously injured, then he would definitely not tell a small police officer like Pierre.

He will secretly summon core personnel like them to entrust the funeral affairs. The fewer people know about the emperor's death, the more likely the empire will survive the crisis.

From this point of view, there is a high probability that the emperor was not seriously injured, and maybe there is nothing serious at all.

"Your Majesty and the Queen are in this box!" Pierrit pointed to the box and said to Persini.

"Then you don't go in yet!" Pescini said to Pierrit.

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

Seeing that his general was frightened by the fake news, Pescini couldn't help but sighed softly, "I'll go in with you!"

Pessini knocked on the door of the box, and Jerome Bonaparte's voice came from inside the box immediately, "Who?"