Make France Great Again-Chapter 191 Let the Bullets Fly

After Felix Godan and his cronies were brutally killed by the soldiers of the second brigade, a group of men wearing neatly tailored light blue military uniforms, adorned with a sleeve sword emblem, entered the living room.

The sergeant in charge of commanding the troops instinctively stepped back half a step, swallowing as he looked at the expressionless men before him.

Although he did not know the origins of this group, judging from their uniforms and ranks, they should also be part of the military. The leader of this team held a rank equivalent to that of their Captain Company Commander.

The Captain leading this team walked stiffly up to the corpse of Felix Godan, with a bloodstain on his tan military boots. He bent down, flipping Godan’s body from face down to face up. The sight of Felix Godan’s forehead, mashed and bloodied by a musket bullet, met the Captain’s eyes. Even in death, his expression seemed disbelieving of his fate.

After confirming Felix Godan’s identity, the Captain turned to nod at the team members behind him, who then understood and announced, "Felix Godan and his cronies confirmed dead!"

The Captain then stood up, took out a handkerchief to wipe his palms, his eyes filled with disgust.

At this moment, the company commander in charge of the troops cautiously approached the Captain to ask, "May I ask who you are?"

"The President’s Special Action Bureau of the Direct Police Station!" The Captain still maintained a distant demeanor as he spoke.

"Police Station? Special Action Bureau?" As a grassroots officer in Paris, the company commander was unaware of what the Special Action Bureau entailed, but he understood what "President’s Direct" meant.

The President is destined to become the Emperor!

Being part of the President’s direct team would be equivalent to serving in the Emperor’s Guard Division.

With this thought, the company commander’s eyes lit up, and he began to make a deliberate effort to connect with this so-called Guard Division.

The company commander had no idea that the President’s Special Action Bureau was not a Guard Division but rather a counter-espionage organization attached to the Police Station, targeting spies within the military conspiring against the President.

The Captain smiled at the company commander, wondering if he would remain as enthusiastic once he learned the Captain’s true identity.

"We are moving to the next location! The tallying of war spoils is left to you; you should know the rules in the army!" the Captain said to the company commander.

The so-called rules referred to dividing the spoils, keeping some for oneself and dedicating the remainder to be officially distributed later.

Since different units received different assignments and gained varying amounts of loot, it was crucial to redistribute accordingly to prevent dissatisfaction among those who acquired less.

"I understand! I understand!" The company commander nodded with a smile, then gave a signal to a nearby soldier.

The soldier quickly rushed to Godan’s corpse and searched his belongings, eventually finding a gold-cased pocket watch.

The soldier handed the pocket watch to the company commander, who then ceremoniously placed it into the Captain’s hand, saying earnestly, "Remember to rest during work!"

The Captain hesitated briefly before pocketing the watch.

Obliged by the acceptance of favor, the Captain reminded, "Collect the bodies. The President has significant uses for them!"

"Yes!" The company commander dared not speculate on the President’s intentions and promptly executed the order to gather the corpses.

The Captain nodded in satisfaction as he led his team to the next location.

After the Captain left, the company commander ordered two soldiers to guard the entrance and dispatched several others to loot Godan’s residence.

Such scenes were common in the Temple and Saint Martin Districts, where gunfire ceased by 3 a.m., only to erupt again in the Saint-Denis Region and Montmar.

The residents of Paris had a restless night, scared to venture outside due to the "profound" lesson from last June’s riots.

Of course, there were still a few "fearless" deputies who rushed out and gathered at the Elysee Palace.

The deputies were certain that no one other than the President could command the army.

Faced with the confrontational deputies, Percy personally went out to greet them at the Elysee Palace.

Before the deputies could voice their inquiries, Percy preempted them, saying, "Gentlemen, the President is waiting for you in the living room!"

Percy’s response filled the deputies with a frustrated feeling, as if their well-prepared punch landed on soft cotton.

Led by Percy, the deputies entered the lavish living room, where they saw President Jerome Bonaparte.

At that moment, Jerome Bonaparte stood facing a window, with his back to the deputies. Without turning around, he pointed outside towards Paris and spoke emotionally, "Gentlemen, is Paris merely the capital for you?"

Jerome Bonaparte’s words left the deputies at a loss, unable to grasp his meaning.

Jerome Bonaparte did not wait for the response from the legislators; instead, he answered on his own: "For me, Paris is not just the capital, it is the heart of the Republic!"

Then, Jerome Bonaparte raised his voice and sternly said, "Once, under Fouché’s iron-fisted rule, Paris was a beautiful, prosperous heart, but now! What I see is a heart full of decay, emitting a repulsive stench! This heart is about to rot and die!"

Jerome Bonaparte’s words were like a storm, rendering the legislators present momentarily speechless. They were aware of the dark side of Paris that the President spoke of, but the majority chose to ignore it due to interests or other problems.

"Mr. President, we..." one of the legislators began to refute.

Jerome Bonaparte turned and pointed at the legislator, saying, "You come here!"

The legislator hurried to Jerome Bonaparte’s side, and Jerome Bonaparte pointed to the darkness outside the window, saying, "Tell me, what do you see?"

The legislator looked outside and quickly said, "Mr. President, darkness?"

"Exactly!" Jerome Bonaparte "comfortingly" smiled and said to the legislators present, "Darkness! Paris’ night is shrouded in darkness, stolen by the bugs lurking in Paris’ shadowy corners! Now I want to crush these bugs, bastards, sons of bitches... Who agrees and who opposes!"

Jerome Bonaparte spoke with a murderous tone, with an air of eliminating them if he couldn’t reach an agreement.

Though the legislators knew the President could never openly eliminate them, what if... what if the President went mad?

Nobody dared to gamble with their life!

Moreover, the President had made it clear that his purpose in mobilizing the army was to cleanse the dark side of Paris.

This action might affect some people’s interests, but overall, eliminating a portion of the rot benefits the recycling of Paris.

At this point, the legislators remained silent, and Jerome Bonaparte’s face broke into a smile again: "Since no one opposes, does it mean you all agree with this action?"

The legislators remained silent, adopting a neutral stance of neither support nor opposition.

"If so, you may leave now!" Jerome Bonaparte waved a dismissal, "I need to prepare for tomorrow’s speech!"

"Speech?" A legislator looked at Jerome Bonaparte with confusion.

"With such a big commotion, I naturally need to explain to the Parisians!" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands, displaying a look of innocence.

To bypass the assembly and directly explain the situation to the Parisians was also a crucial step for Jerome Bonaparte.

This method allows him to gain the support of the people, stabilize prices at the Paris Stock Exchange, ensuring that the rentier class doesn’t worry about financial volatility causing bond declines, and establish a "iron-fisted" reputation in Paris.

Parisians would compare the Legislative Assembly’s weakness to the President’s strength, creating the notion that "only the President will consider their interests," thus aiding Jerome Bonaparte in more easily abolishing the Legislative Assembly.

Of course, including Victor Hugo, none of the legislators realized Jerome Bonaparte’s "wolfish ambition" to continuously weaken the Legislative Assembly.

They only saw the first layer of Jerome Bonaparte’s move against crime, while Jerome Bonaparte himself was already in the stratosphere.

Under Jerome Bonaparte’s forceful attitude, the lawmakers who came to the Elysee Palace could only leave in disgrace.

No one dared to publicly say the President’s actions were wrong; they would only internally complain about his radicalness.

December 16th, early morning.

Every street in the Saint-Denis District and Montmartre District was lined with armed soldiers, and people watched them with fear.

Simultaneously, a notice titled "1849 Paris Anti-Crime Special Action" was posted on every street in Saint-Denis and Montmartre, revealing a series of atrocities committed by Paris’ underworld and calling on all Parisians to report criminal activities.

Of course, ending the notice was some private content, implicating the Rothschild Clan as the "protective umbrella" for Paris’ underworld.

[Thiers: Damn it, the greatest criminal power is the Elysee Palace! Start with the Elysee Palace!]

People gathered before the notice, discussing it; some praised Jerome Bonaparte’s anti-crime action, while others pessimistically believed Paris’ criminal elements could never be completely eradicated. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Overall, after reading the notice posted by Jerome Bonaparte, the Parisians’ attitude towards him shifted from resentment the previous night to respect.

One was a President resolving Paris’ issues with an iron-fist, the other a weak and powerless Legislative Assembly.

It was clear to Parisians which they trusted more.

Just then, Achille Fuld also brought good news: "Your Majesty, the bonds at the Paris Stock Exchange have stabilized!"

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