Make France Great Again

"Augusta, it's okay now!"

Jérôme Bonaparte leaned into Augusta's ear and spoke in the gentlest possible tone.

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

Looking at the frightened wife in front of him, Jérôme Bonaparte felt even more guilty.

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

The unknowing Augusta was forced to take part in the show.

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

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 the Le Peltier region of Paris, requests a meeting!"

"I'm going out! Just stay here!" Jerome Bonaparte said as he took his hand out.

Before Jerome Bonaparte could completely pull away his hand, 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!"

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

Now standing next to the carriage, he first glanced at several bullet holes in the carriage body, and then looked at the commander of the Guards Corps who was responsible for guarding him, "How are your soldiers doing?"

The commander of the Guards told Jérôme Bonaparte that except for three men killed by the first wave of bomb attacks, the remaining soldiers suffered no casualties.

Jérôme Bonaparte sighed after hearing this, and said to the commander of the Guards, "The dead soldiers will receive full pensions according to the procedures, and we must not neglect them!"

"Yes!" the commander of the Guards replied to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"And after this matter is over, I will give another 20,000 francs to each of the dead soldiers! This money will be regarded as a little bit of my gratitude to them!" Jerome Bonaparte continued, "To When the time comes, remember to remind me!"

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

"Go and tell Pierre that I was seriously injured! You can't meet him now, and ask him to put the assassins in prison first, waiting for the next step! By the way, ask their director and the interior minister to Come here!" Jerome Bonaparte said calmly, then looked at Augusta again and said: "Should we return to the carriage, or should we go in!"

Queen Augusta glanced at the carriage, then at the front, "We'd better 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 commander of the Guards immediately divided some of his soldiers to escort Emperor Jerome Bonaparte and Queen Augusta safely to the Paris Opera House.

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

"Your Majesty, how is he doing?" Sergeant Pierre asked the commander of the Guards in front of him in an anxious tone, looking at the carriage blocked by the Guards soldiers from time to time.

Pierre, who was in charge of social security in Leperti Street, had never thought that such a horrific assassination would occur within his jurisdiction, and the target of the assassination was the emperor.

If something happened to the emperor, he wouldn't be able to save even ten heads.

Now he can only pray that the emperor is safe, otherwise, his life will be over.

"His Majesty the Emperor said that he was seriously injured!" the commander of the Guards said calmly.

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

After a moment of dizziness, his official career, his life, and even his life were about to end because of this assassination.

Thinking of this, Chief Pierre felt that his legs were weak.

Just hearing a "pop", Chief Pierre fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the imageless local police chief in front of him, the commander of the Guards couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart, and then continued: "Your Majesty also said that you should first imprison those assassins in the current prison!

By the way, please invite your superiors, Mr. Pierrit, the Chief of Police, and Mr. Pesini, the Minister of the Interior!

Did you hear that clearly? "

Sergeant Pierre was seen sitting on the ground dumbly without moving. It was obvious that he had been frightened by the news that Jerome Bonaparte was seriously injured and did not hear clearly what the commander of the Guards said.

The commander of the Guards had no choice but to squat in front of Sergeant Pierre, grabbed Sergeant Pierre's shirt and said, "I'll say it again..."

The commander of the Guards repeated what he just said, and then asked Sergeant Pierre again if he heard clearly!

"Listen clearly!" Pierre responded to the Guards with a mechanical nod.

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

Sheriff Pierre also stood up from the ground again, and then staggered outside again.

Looking at Pierre's leaving figure, the commander of the Guards murmured, "Strange, how did they catch those assassins!"

On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte and his wife, who entered the Paris Opera House, were personally led by the owner of the opera house and slowly walked into the box he had reserved.

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

"Not at all!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to his boss with a calm expression, "It's just a few thieves trying to achieve their dreams that they can never realize through assassination!

There are not even a thousand people like this in Paris, but there are nine hundred!

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

After saying that, the boss turned around and prepared to leave the box.

"Wait a minute!" Jérôme Bonaparte stopped the boss.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other orders?" The boss turned to Jérôme Bonaparte again and asked.

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 to Jérôme Bonaparte again, 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 Jérôme Bonaparte again.

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

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

Augusta raised his wine glass and clinked it gently with Jérôme Bonaparte, and then drank the red wine in the glass.

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

"One more drink!" Queen Augusta was placed in front of Jérôme's BMW.

Jérôme 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 his third glass, Jérôme Bonaparte snatched Augusta's glass and said, "Don't drink any more! If you drink any more, you'll get drunk!"

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

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After a while, outside Jerome Bonaparte's box.

As the first Paris police station to arrive, Pierret stood outside the box and did not dare to knock on the door. It was not until the arrival of the Minister of the Interior, Pierrette, that he looked at Pacini as if he had found a backbone. Ni.

"Sir Pesini, you are finally here!" Pierrette said to Pesini.

"How is your Majesty doing now?" Pesini frowned and asked Pierrit.

Although Pesini, as a participant, knew that this was just a game played by the emperor, bullets did not have eyes.

If the emperor really has three strengths and two weaknesses, then the entire empire will be doomed.

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

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

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

Of course, this thought only flashed through Pesini's mind.

Because the next moment Pesini realized a loophole.

If the emperor was really seriously injured, then he would definitely not tell a young police officer like Pierre.

He would secretly summon these core personnel to hand over the funeral arrangements. The fewer people who knew about the emperor's death, the more likely the empire would be able to survive the crisis.

From this perspective, the emperor was most likely not seriously injured, and maybe it was nothing serious at all.

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

"Then why don't you go in?" Pesini said to Pierrit.

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

Seeing his general being frightened like this by a piece of false news, Pesini couldn't help but sigh softly, "I'll go in with you!"

Pesini knocked on the door of the box with his hand, and Jerome Bonaparte's voice immediately came from the box, "Who?"