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Wilno, who was forced to put on a hood, sat in the carriage and waited quietly for the carriage to stop.

Although he had the ability to remove his hood to observe the situation, he was cautious by nature and did not dare to remove it.

God knows if his life can be saved after taking off the hood.

After the carriage traveled on a gentle road, it soon became bumpy. Wilno guessed that it was probably leaving the urban area.

Fortunately, the jolt lasted only 10 minutes and the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Wilno, you can take it off!" A voice came from the carriage, which scared Wilno into a cold sweat. Only then did he realize that he had not noticed that there was an extra person in the carriage.

"Thank you... thank you!" Wilno took off his hood and left the carriage.

At this time, he realized that there seemed to be a forest in front of him.

Except for the Bois de Bourne, there is no such dense forest around Paris!

"Mr. Wilno, please come this way!" The young man next to Wilno also said with a mask.

Under the leadership of the masked man, Wilno soon arrived at a wooden house next to the forest.

Although the lights in the wooden house were bright, Wilno did not feel the slightest warmth. Instead, a chill poured from his spine to his scalp.

"Go in!" The masked man urged Wilno.

Wilnuo swallowed and pushed open the door of the wooden house. There was only a long dining table in the brightly lit wooden house. The main seat of the table was a person whom Wilnuo did not know.

He was about 30 years old. He looked at Wilno with a smile and stretched out his hand to point to the seat and said: "Sit down! Mr. Wilno!"

"Yes!" Mr. Wilno still sat down with a panicked expression, and smiled at the guy next to him with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Wilno knew this guy, and he, like Wilno, had started off with the help of martial law.

It's just that Wilno worked hard in the Montemar district, and he was in Saint-Martin-Pou.

As time went by, groups of people entered the wooden house.

The seats in the wooden house were finally full. The owner in the main seat looked at his pocket watch and said, "Okay! Let's start!"

Two masked guys left the cabin at the door. They were responsible for guarding the outside of the cabin to prevent anyone from prying.

The "master" on the main seat cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, I know you have a lot of doubts in your hearts! Why do I have to tell you that you have stayed here and who am I? I guess some people have guessed me. The origin of ! I’m right!”

His eyes scanned every gang leader. These gang leaders who usually kept their word were like sick cats under his gaze.

"You guessed it right! I'm from the Elysée Palace! My name is Marcel Jerug!" The "master" on the main seat revealed his name. Most of the gang leaders who were devolved showed horror, but only a few showed it clearly. By the look on his face, these people had already guessed the identity of Marcel Jerug.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Marcel Yerug paused and said, "The reason why I called you all here today is to announce something to you! The president will rectify you!"

The faces of all the gang leaders present changed greatly. The last crackdown was accompanied by bloody killings. They could still remember how their previous boss died.

If there is another rectification in Paris, these guys will follow their boss's footsteps and die.

"I am loyal to the President!"

"I am willing to obey the leadership of His Excellency the President!"

…

This group of gang leaders were in chaos, and they all showed their loyalty to Marcel Yale.

"You? Are you worthy of serving His Excellency the President?" Marcel Jerug looked at this group of scum with disdain.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" All the gang leaders present nodded in agreement.

"From now on, you must obey the arrangements! If something happens, report it to me immediately!" Marcel Jerug said to the gang leader present.

"Then we are the president's people!" One of the gang leaders said whimsically.

"You can also say that!" Marcel Jerug said in a slightly gentle tone: "But the President has many things to do, and he doesn't have so much time to take care of you! Your direct leader is me!"

"Understood! Understood!" The gang leaders expressed their understanding one after another.

Marcel Jerug ordered word for word: "My request is very simple. You must clearly define the territory under your jurisdiction! I don't want to hear any negative news about the fighting during this period! Otherwise, We were able to kill your boss back then, and we can also kill you!"

"Yes! Yes!" The gang leader present couldn't help but shudder.

Marcel Jerug stood up and opened the wooden board behind him, and a map of Paris appeared, with the power of each gang marked on the map.

In order to make this map, Marcel Jerug put in a lot of effort!

"Okay, what's on the map is your sphere of influence! I hope you can ensure that there will be no large-scale unrest within your sphere of influence!" Marcel Jerug drew a few more strokes on the map, leaving some parts unreasonable. The distribution of the Qing's sphere of influence was completed.

None of the gang leaders present raised a question, and they also did not dare to question it.

"Mr. Marcel, what can we do for the president!" A gang leader asked Marcel Jerug.

"You should have some subordinates under you. You only need to act when the president needs you!" Marcel Jerug wrote lightly.

After Marcel Jerug's "allocation", the power of the gang bosses present has been expanded to a certain extent.

"Um...these forces were originally..." Wilno asked tremblingly.

"They no longer exist! Anyone who did not come here today has now disappeared!" Marcel Jerug smiled and said words that made all the underworld bosses stand on end.

Wilno left again, this time without a hood.

With a hazy mind, he came to the carriage he had been riding in, and the carriage carried Wilno back to the mansion.

Wilnuo came to the window with heavy steps. Looking at the kerosene lamp emitting orange light, Wilnuo had a wry smile on his lips and lay on the bed with his back facing the sky.

Early the next morning, several men shook Wilno awake.

Wilno looked at the group of men with a sleepy expression and said impatiently: "What happened?"

"Boss!" his subordinate said excitedly: "The leader of the "Iron Hammer Gang" who was hostile to our gang recently committed suicide without knowing who he offended!"

"What? Suicide!" Wilno suddenly woke up and asked his subordinates urgently: "Are you sure he committed suicide?"

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, the subordinate whispered: "The police said he committed suicide, but I heard that he might have been assassinated by someone! The leader of the "Iron Fist Gang" was shot 6 times in the back. How could anyone commit suicide? There will be six shots! Who asked the police to say so..."

"Six bullets in the body...suicide..." Wilno couldn't help but swallowed, and the chill swept through his body again.

On this day, many prominent people in Paris were "six-shot" and forced to commit suicide.

What's even more strange is that the annexation of Paris gangs is not as bloody as the previous annexations, and there is an inexplicable weirdness everywhere.

What's even weirder is that those gang members who usually show off their power have become rare and honest.

It was as if there was an invisible hand pushing all of this to happen.

Of course, Parisian citizens are still happy to see the changes in Paris.

…

February 15, 1850.

With the recommendation of Minister Regno, the signature of Jérôme Bonaparte, the approval of the National Assembly, the unanimous support of the army, and the symbolic consent of the Legislative Assembly, the French Republic once again welcomed a new marshal.

He is Prince Montfort, the father of President Jérôme Bonaparte and the "hero" of the Napoleonic Wars.

Today, Prince Montfort will become France's new marshal in a military camp on the outskirts of Paris, under the watchful eyes of Paris' senior generals and soldiers.

As president, Jerome Bonaparte seemed to avoid the suspicion of "nepotism" and did not attend the coronation of Prince Montfort as marshal. Instead, Vice President Blair, who had toured the Pyrenees region on behalf of the president, crowned Montfort. Foer handed over the scepter.

At 9 a.m., Prince Montfort, wearing the uniform of a Marshal of the First Empire, arrived at the military camp on the outskirts of Paris in a double-bridge open carriage.

At this time, Vice President of the French Republic Blair, Minister of War Regno, Secretary of State Saint-Arnault, Commander Changarnier, De Castellana, Prime Minister Opul, as well as retired and serving generals who had fought for the First Empire They are now waiting for the arrival of the new marshal Prince Montfort on the temporary and simple viewing platform. Under the witness of all the soldiers, Prince Montfort stepped out of the carriage. He put away his usual libertine expression and turned into a Extremely serious.

The generals on the viewing platform had to admit that when Prince Montfort became serious, he really had the charm of an emperor.

Prince Montfort walked slowly onto the stage and turned to face all the soldiers.

"Salute!" Reignault, the Minister of War, ordered.

All the soldiers paid tribute to Prince Montfort, and the loud "Ode to the Expedition" was played.

Among the bugles, look for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com Vice President Blair took over the wooden marshal's scepter from General Saint-Arnaud, part-time presidential aide-de-camp, with a serious face.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone stared at Vice President Blair with bated breath.

Under the gaze of this eye, Blair slowly walked towards Prince Montfort and handed the cane symbolizing the marshal to Prince Montfort's hand.

Prince Montfort took the cane from Blair's hand with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, the soldiers in the audience roared.

Then there were bursts of cheers.

"Long live the Marshal, long live the Empire!"

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