After Jerome Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Paris market once again had full confidence in this iron-blooded president.
On the afternoon of December 16, corpses were transported one by one to the Place de la Bastille for “exhibition”.
Along with the corpses, there were people with disheveled hair who looked like walking zombies... Well! 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 on a trolley was pushed to the center of the Place de la Bastille by four soldiers.
The dark beveled blade suspended in mid-air by a rope shimmered in the sunlight, and the blade exuded a cold and murderous aura that made the citizens surrounding the Place de la Bastille feel a chill.
This group of prisoners who can be shot dozens of times without going through the Supreme Court process will be killed by the guillotine.
In order to show the necessity of the judicial process and maintain the dignity of the judicial process, Jérôme Bonaparte decided to build a temporary court here.
The judge in charge of the trial was Justice Minister Eugène Rouet.
Eugène Rouet, wearing a judge's robe, stood in front of the guillotine. He glanced at the guillotine and then at the Paris citizens who were blocked by soldiers. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement filling his body. This kind of emotion filled his body.
There was a hint of excitement in the numbness that made Eugène Rouet shout angrily: "Take the prisoner Frérou!"
The prisoner whose hands were tied couldn't help but tremble when he heard Eugène Rouet calling his name.
Although he had already expected that he would eventually face the possibility of trial, either physical trial or conscience trial, when the trial really came to him, the prisoner still could not suppress the fear in his heart.
A chill gushed out from the prisoner's crotch, and the keen Parisian citizens soon discovered the water droplets on the prisoner's crotch.
"Peeed my pants! Haha!"
The citizens of Paris laughed heartily.
"No! No! You can't do this to me!"
As the prisoner screamed at the top of his lungs, a black bag was placed over the prisoner's head.
The bagged prisoner instantly collapsed to the ground. Upon seeing this, several soldiers frowned and looked at the wetness of the prisoner's crotch in disgust, while carrying the prisoner under the guillotine.
"Prisoner Fréroux!" Eugène Rouet told all the crimes committed by the prisoner, including but not limited to murder, abduction and trafficking of women, forced prostitution and other crimes.
In the end, Eugène Rouet said lightly "sentenced to death"!
"Okay!" The onlookers in Paris cheered again.
Freru's neck was pulled on the guillotine.
"God bless! God bless!" At this time, Freru, who was in his pocket, could only close his body and tremble, praying for God's blessing.
The beveled blade cut open Freru's neck at an extremely fast speed, and a stream of blood surged from Freru's neck like a sharp arrow, shooting out and almost splashing on the onlookers.
The headless corpse twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, sprinkling blood on the ground, and a faint red could be seen in the black bag wrapping the head.
In the Place de la Bastille, some citizens showed fear, while others shouted with excitement.
However, these had nothing to do with Eugène Rouet. Under his order, the soldiers randomly discarded Freroud's body and head in the car.
Then comes the execution of the next prisoner. The process for the next prisoner is roughly the same as that of Freru, except that he is more tough than Freru.
There was no begging for mercy or excuse during the trial, but he still could not escape death.
The blood of the latter prisoner covered the blood of the previous prisoner, and the ground of the Place de la Bastille gradually turned dark red.
As more and more heads fell under the beveled blade, the beveled blade was also stained with red blood, and the blade became even more murderous.
After all the prisoners were executed, Eugène Rouet and the guillotine left the stage.
In the eyes of Parisian citizens, Jérôme Bonaparte appeared. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "The gangs must be suppressed at any time, if not! You and your wife are walking on the street late at night,
Suddenly you are entangled by gangs, they want to seize your wives and beat you... So, a life without gangs is a good life!"
As soon as Jérôme Bonaparte finished speaking, the Bonapartist party lurking in the darkness quickly said "yes".
Evil people deserve to die, this is the consensus of ordinary people.
They also responded to Jérôme Bonaparte with similar cries.
At this moment, a smoothbore pistol was quietly pulled out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol pointed the muzzle at Jérôme Bonaparte.
There was a "pop" sound.
The gunfire rang out, and everyone's expressions instantly froze.
"Fortunately" the shot did not hit Jerome Bonaparte, but hit the ground next to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Quick! Protect the president!" Eugène Rouet shouted loudly.
The soldiers rushed to Jerome Bonaparte's side and surrounded Jerome Bonaparte tightly.
"Don't let the assassin go!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who was protected by soldiers, also gave the order.
The soldiers were divided into two parts, one part was responsible for protecting Jerome Bonaparte's safety, and the other part was responsible for capturing the assassin.
The assassin did not run away at this time. Looking at the approaching soldiers, he swallowed a pill and died.
Jérôme Bonaparte was escorted by Eugène Rouet to the Elysée Palace, where the President is most loyal.
Eugène Rouet followed Jérôme Bonaparte's orders and went to the Ministry of War.
At this time, Minister of War Regno and Secretary of State Saint-Arnault were discussing the situation in the Near East.
Looking at Eugène Rouet who broke into the conference room, Minister Renault and Saint-Arnaud were stunned together.
Before Minister Renault could react, Eugène Rouet said to Minister Renault: "Minister Renault, please issue martial law! Someone wants to assassinate the president!"
Minister Regno looked at Eugène Rouet nervously and asked anxiously: "Where is the president? How is the president's condition?"
"The assassin's pistol did not hit the president, and the president was not seriously injured! He is now at the Elysée Palace!" Eugène Rouet's words made Reignault breathe a sigh of relief.
If the president has any shortcomings, they may be doomed.
"Without further ado, I will sign the martial law order immediately!" Minister Remio immediately returned to the office to sign the martial law order.
Martial law requires the 1st Paris Division to transfer remaining troops into Paris to maintain public security in Paris. At the same time, the National Guard Corps cannot act without orders.
Once the martial law order was signed, it was quickly handed over to the hands of Changarnier, commander of the 1st Division in Paris.
"The First Paris Division is entering the city?" Changarnier, who received the martial law order, looked seriously at the "colleagues" from the War Department in front of him who were responsible for delivering the message.
"General Changarnier, the president is in danger, quickly accept the defense of Paris!!" said the messenger, Lieutenant Colonel Trochu, who had served as the aide-de-camp to General Saint-Arnaud.
"What? The president is in danger!" Changarnier's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked about the president's situation.
After Trochu explained the president's situation to Changarnier, Changarnier quickly moved the remaining three brigades into Paris.
The whole of Paris seems to have entered a stage of turmoil again, under the martial law issued by Minister Regno.
The engineering director who was usually unwilling to obey Minister Renault was directly dismissed and went home to receive an annuity, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.
Personnel Director Lenders also turned to Minister Reño.
With the martial law, the two-way power of personnel and logistics is in the hands of the Bonapartists. Minister Renault no longer needs to worry about Changarnier, but in the absence of a clear order from the president, Minister Renault also does not want to take it easy.
Remove him.
On December 17, after half a day of careful investigation by Police Chief Carlier, he finally found something good in the body.
"President! After our investigation, we found that the assassin is probably a member of the Rothschild family!" Calliere said to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"What's the reason?" Jerome Bonaparte said quietly.
"Because the deceased belonged to the Orleans Gang, the Orleans Gang just received a sum of money from an unknown source some time ago. After we traced the details, we found that the source of the money was the Rothschild family!" Carlier told Jérôme
.Bonaparte explained.
"Rothschild family? Why do they do this?" Jerome Bonaparte frowned.
Calliere kept silent, James Rothschild was not something they could afford to offend.
"In this case, there is no need to show mercy! Arrest James Rothschild and imprison him for the attempted murder of the president!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Callier.
"Yes!" Callier responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Wait!" Jérôme Bonaparte called to Callier.
In the confused expression of Callier, Jérôme Bonaparte responded: "Let's ask the army to act together!"
James Rothschild, who was under house arrest at this time, was lying comfortably on a rocking chair in the garden. The assassination of Jerome Bonaparte made him feel that there was a hand helping him.
It’s a pity that the shot was empty!
James Rothschild regretted that the gunman did not kill Jérôme Bonaparte.
Now that his hands and feet have been tied by the French government, he can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches.
"Sir! It's not good, sir!" The baron's butler came to Baron James Rothschild in a panic.
Baron James Rothschild frowned and said displeasedly: "When did it happen?"
"Sir, there is a group of troops coming this way!" the baron butler said immediately.
"What's there to be afraid of! The president can't shoot me to death!"
James Rothschild, who had experienced three dynasties, sat confidently in a rocking chair and closed his eyes to rest.
