"Of course I'm laughing at you, stupid." The young man stood up with a chuckle and walked to his father-in-law: "The reason I did this is naturally because I have the support of doing this-" After saying that, the young man snapped his fingers. Then, his thugs made a way and walked out of one person from among them. The other so-called "committees" were all shocked after seeing the man.

The one who was killed by them before, was charged with "a tyrant's accomplice", "enemies of Paris" and corruption, was the mayor appointed by the Norman Empire.

"Impossible!" The Speaker blurted out in surprise - "He has long been dead! I watched him with my own eyes-"

"—It's true." The young man smiled: "This is a person I accidentally discovered, who looks almost exactly the same as our mayor. After a long period of training and even spending money, he was allowed to go to the Imperial Academy to study. He made him almost the same as the current mayor in terms of his ability, speaking style, etc. As long as he has this person, I will not only be guilty, but will have credit... You people are the best meeting gifts for me to join the Empire. Are you right, mayor?"

After hearing what he said, the so-called "mayor" nodded, and said with a serious and expressionless face: "Indeed, during the fall of Paris, this gentleman protected my safety and secretly opposed the rule of the Paris bandits. It was also him who cooperated with the inside and outside while the Imperial Team entered, and won the bandit leader. He made an indelible contribution."

Hearing the mayor say this, the young man continued to laugh proudly. He walked over and gently patted the "mayor" on the shoulder, and said, "Then, please take care of him in the future, mayor. Hahahahahahahaha..."

"——You. You have planned it before, right?! Have you planned it all?!" The old man who claimed to be the speaker finally couldn't help but questioned loudly.

"Of course. My dear father-in-law." Hearing that he said, the young man turned around and looked even more excited when he faced him:

"This is my second-hand preparation. Of course, if you are really powerful and able to block the attack of the Norman army, then this preparation will naturally be useless - but who made you so useless? Even the Normans could not stop the Normans from being a side division. It would be a failure so simply - a total of 50,000 troops! That's a 50,000 army, you bastard!! Do you know how much money I spent to arm those people?!"

Speaking of this, the young man couldn't bear it anymore, knocked the speaker to the ground in one circle, and then kicked the man in the head and stomach to death. It was like killing him: "It's useless, useless, useless, useless, such a useless bastard - just by giving birth to a good family, you can step on me directly! You also treat me like a pug every day - who the hell do you think you are?! Ah?!"

Seeing the powerful and terrifying speaker, who was originally in the eyes of people, now screaming like a mess by that person. The other so-called "committees" were heartbroken. Then they rushed to beg for mercy loudly, forge in relationships, and even make wishes to give benefits. Some even said that they were willing to call out all their property, hoping that the young man could let him go.

But the young man didn't care at all, he didn't care at all. He still just tried his best to kick the old man. This made people have some thoughts - although it was not suitable at this time, he still couldn't help but have arisen:

"I remember I heard someone say that the old man once forced to fuck that man... Now it seems that this is probably true." Such an idea.

Finally, as the old man's voice continued to drop, and he didn't even have the strength to wail, he fainted. The young man stopped, with a violent face. He looked at the MPs who were controlled by him and snorted contemptuously. Then he spoke to determine their fate: "I have already said that you are the best gift I gave to the empire... Why are you still thinking about how to survive by yourself? It's really too unintentional..."

The man shook his head like a terror, which completely made the hearts of the congressmen cold. Then he ignored the angrily or wailing of the congressmen. He waved his hand and shouted at his subordinates: "Kill them!" Then, the strong thugs under his command, assassins started to take action, and took the swords down, killing all the "big figures" who had controlled the entire city of Paris for half a year.

Seeing these former colleagues and bastards who looked down on me in the past were all different from each other's heads. The young man laughed wildly again. He only felt that he was extremely powerful now.

"Then next, we will have to get in touch with the Normans. I wonder what kind of rewards they will give me?" Thinking of this, this person with inferiority and arrogance fell into trouble. Although he wanted to get a better position, greater power and more money, relying on other people's rewards and giving, it felt like he would hurt his fragile self-esteem again.

This situation put him in a dilemma. Then the guy made a subconscious decision to push all his sins to his new master, the Norman Empire. If the rewards are less, he would be dissatisfied. He would think that the empire was a stingy thing and try every means to betray him. If the rewards are given too much, he would also be dissatisfied. Because he consciously was a very strong person and did not like other people's alms. Therefore, he would also betray the empire in every way.

That's it, such a contradictory psychology, a product of contradiction. A guy who is disgusting and completely untrustworthy.

Then there was a long wait - Paris's massacre plan was still being implemented in an orderly manner. Some Parisians began to escape - on the east and west sides, they were blocked by the new Norman army. The array of super spears completely blocked the city gate and forked all citizens who wanted to escape from the city gate into meat skewers. In this way, the citizens of Paris could only escape from the south gate, which seemed to be unprepared. In fact, the vast majority of citizens also chose this way.

The angry flames of revenge in the Norman Empire have spread to half of the city. At the same time, the gang leader who was promoted to the Dream of Money was becoming more and more anxious.

"...Why haven't you come yet?! The people sent to contact have been there for so long..." He said to himself, staying in the bloody mayor's residence. The headless bodies had been thrown into the yard next to him. Only the heads were kept as trophy, and were placed separately in a conspicuous place in the residence.

Then, as a loud noise kept approaching, the rogue leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he smiled at his thugs and said, "It's still here." It also made his thugs much more relaxed.

Then he patted the "mayor" on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, mayor, let's go and welcome our army, the conquerors of Paris."

"Of course." The mayor nodded, smiling at him as if he was a good friend. The two walked out side by side surrounded by thugs. Then they saw a group of fully armed Norman soldiers walking towards the official residence under the leadership of a centurion.

The gang leader had some research on the Norman Empire. Naturally, he could see the size of the rank of the leading officer. He was immediately dissatisfied - he felt that he had made such a great "contribution". Even if the Norman Emperor did not come to see him in person, he would have to send a general or important official. However, he did not expect that he was just a small centurion.

But he immediately thought: Maybe it was a mistake for the person who went to contact. The other party didn't know his own affairs. He thought again: Now that people are under the eaves, they must bow their heads. Then he adjusted his mindset and greeted them with a smile.

Then they were greeted with a barrage of flying axes and crossbow arrows. The man's face changed from calm to panic. Then he wanted to escape. As soon as he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his back - a flying axe shattered the flesh and flesh of his back and his spine.

"This is different from what I agreed to...I, I am not..."

Before he died, the man was still surprised why such a thing happened. It was simply...

Then he died.

Seeing the leader and the "mayor" were actually killed by "his own people". The raiders following behind were extremely surprised. Some turned around and prepared to escape, while some idiots rushed forward to prepare for battle. Then, the Norman assault infantry charges, letting these gangsters know the difference between street fighting and war. A team of 100 people chopped melons and vegetables, knocked down the seemingly strong gangsters and chopped them into pieces of meat. One of them was accidentally injured and was immediately ridiculed by the robes beside them.

"Okay, don't laugh anymore - quickly occupy the mayor's residence. This is an important area." The centurion led the team ordered this and defined the previous incident: "Just just now, our army defeated an elite light infantry on the other side and disarmed the mayor's residence."

Immediately afterwards, they stepped over the corpses of idiots who died with their eyes closed and entered the mayor's residence. They were a little surprised when they saw the heads. Then they searched the inside of the mayor's residence and found several gang members who were not dead but were almost scared to death, and asked them: "Who are these corpses?"

"Yes, it was the members of the parliament - the people who controlled the uprising in the Paris city -" After saying this, they were cut down.

"It's a riot." The centurion corrected the corpses in this way. At the same time, he once again characterized the matter: "The bandit leader strife in internal conflicts and died together." (..)

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