Chapter 192: President Assassination
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After Jérôme Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Paris market once again has full confidence in the iron-blooded president.
On the afternoon of December 16, one body after another was transported to the "Exhibition" in Place de la Bastille.
Along with the corpse, there were also people with disheveled hair like walking corpses... um! Let's call them people.
The 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 the loading cart was pushed by four soldiers to the center of the Place de la Bastille.
The black slanted blade hung in the air by the rope shone in the sunlight, and the blade exuded a chilling and chilling aura that made the citizens around the Bastille feel a chill.
This group of prisoners who would have been shot dozens of times without going through the Supreme Court process will be guillotined.
In order to show that the judicial process is necessary, Jerome Bonaparte, who maintains the majesty of the judicial process, decided to build a temporary court here.
The judge in charge of the trial is Justice Minister Eugene Rouet.
Eugène Rouet, who was wearing a judge's robe, stood in front of the guillotine. He glanced at the guillotine and then at the Paris citizens who were stopped by the soldiers. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement flooding his whole body. This kind of numbness. With a touch of excitement, Eugène Rouet couldn't help shouting angrily: "Take the prisoner Freiro!"
The prisoner with his hands bound trembled when he heard Eugene Rouet calling out his name.
Although he had long anticipated that he would eventually face the possibility of trial, physical trial or conscience trial, when the trial really came to him, the prisoner could not restrain his inner fear.
A coolness poured out from the prisoner's crotch, and the keen Parisian citizens soon discovered the water droplets on the prisoner's crotch.
"I peeed my pants! Haha!"
The citizens of Paris laughed heartily.
"No! No! You can't do this to me!"
As the prisoner roared hoarsely, a black pocket was placed over the prisoner's head.
The prisoner who was covered in the pockets collapsed to the ground instantly. When several soldiers saw this, they frowned and looked at the wetness of the prisoner's crotch while carrying the prisoner under the guillotine.
"Prisoner Freyrou!" Eugene Rouet said all the crimes committed by the prisoner, including but not limited to murder, abduction of women, forced sale of y and other crimes.
In the end, Eugène Rouet said "sentence to death" lightly!
"Okay!" The onlookers of Parisians cheered again.
Freyrou's neck was pulled on the guillotine.
"God bless! God bless!" At this time, Freylu, who was in his pocket, could only close his body tremblingly and pray for God's blessing.
The oblique blade cut through Freilu's neck at a very fast speed, and a stream of blood rushed from Freilu's neck like a spring, and like a sharp arrow, it flew out and almost splashed on the onlookers.
The headless corpse twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, spilling blood on the ground, and the black pocket that wrapped the head was also vaguely red.
The Place de la Bastille was a place where some citizens showed fear, while others shouted with excitement.
However, none of these had anything to do with Eugene Rouet. Under his orders, the soldiers randomly dumped Freiro's body and head in the car.
Then there is the execution of the next prisoner. The process of the next prisoner is roughly the same as Freylu, but he is more tough than Freylu.
There was no plea or excuse during the trial, but he still could not escape death.
The blood of the latter prisoner covered the blood of the former prisoner, and the ground of the Place de la Bastille gradually turned dark red.
As the number of heads under the oblique blade increased, the oblique blade was also stained with red blood, and the blade became more chilling.
After all the prisoners were executed, Eugene Rouet and the guillotine left the stage.
Under the attention of the Parisians, Jerome Bonaparte appeared, and he cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "The gangsters will be slain at any time, no way! You are walking on the street late at night with your wife, and suddenly Just got entangled by the gangsters, they want to occupy your wives and beat you... So, the days without the gangsters are good days!"
As soon as Jerome Bonaparte's voice fell, the Bonapartist party lurking in the shadows quickly said "OK".
The wicked should be damned, this is the consensus of ordinary people.
They, too, gave the same cry to Jerome Bonaparte.
At this moment, a smoothbore pistol was quietly pulled out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol aimed the muzzle at Jerome Bonaparte.
"Clap" sound.
The gunshots sounded, and everyone's expressions instantly froze.
"Luckily" the shot did not hit Jerome Bonaparte, but hit the ground next to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Quick! Protect the President!" Eugene Rouet shouted.
The soldiers rushed to Jerome Bonaparte's side and surrounded Jerome Bonaparte tightly in the middle.
"Don't let the assassins go!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was protected by layers of soldiers, also gave an order.
The soldiers were divided into two parts, one responsible for the safety of Jerome Bonaparte, the other responsible for capturing the assassins.
The assassin didn't run away at this time, looking at the approaching soldiers, he swallowed a pill and died.
Jerome Bonaparte was escorted by Eugene Rouet to the Elysee Palace, the most loyal of the President.
Eugène Rouet went to the Ministry of War at the order of Jerome Bonaparte.
At this time, the Minister of War, Reno, and the Secretary of State, San Arnault, were waiting to discuss the form of the Near East.
Looking at Eugene Rouet who broke into the conference room, Minister Reno and Saint Arnault were stunned.
Before Minister Reno could react, Eugene Rouet said to Minister Reno: "Minister Reno, please issue a martial law order! Someone wants to assassinate the President!"
Minister Reno looked at Eugene Roue nervously and asked anxiously, "Where's the president? How is the president?"
"The assassin's pistol didn't hit the president, and the president wasn't in any serious trouble! It's in the Elysee Palace now!" Eugène Rouet's words made Reigno heave a sigh of relief.
If there is something wrong with the president, they will probably be finished.
"It's not too late, I will sign the martial law order immediately!" Minister Remio immediately returned to the office to sign the martial law order.
Martial law required the 1st Paris Division to transfer the remaining troops to Paris to maintain law and order in Paris, while the National Guard Corps could not act without orders.
Once the martial law was signed, it was handed over to Changarnier, the commander of the 1st Paris Division.
"The 1st Division of Paris has entered the city?" Changarnier, who took over the martial law, looked at the "colleague" of the War Department who was in charge of delivering the letter with a serious expression.
"General Changarnier, the president is in danger, quickly accept the defense of Paris!!" said Lieutenant Colonel Trosch, who had served as the adjutant of General Saint Arnault.
"What? The president is in danger!" Changarnier's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked about the president's situation.
After Trosch 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 swaying again, under the martial law issued by Minister Reno.
The engineering director, who was unwilling to obey Minister Reño on weekdays, was dismissed and went home to receive an annuity, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.
The Director of Personnel, Lenders, also went to Minister Reynolds.
Minister Reynold, who has been in the hands of Bonapartists through martial law, has no need to worry about Changarnier, but without a clear order from the president, Reynold also does not want to take it lightly. Remove him.
On December 17, after a half-day careful investigation by Police Chief Carlier, he finally found something good in the corpse.
"President! After our investigation, we found that the assassin is most likely a member of the Rothschild family!" Callier said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"The reason?" said Jerome Bonaparte quietly.
"Because the deceased was the Orleans gang, the Orleans gang just received an unidentified payment some time ago. After we traced the details, we found that the source of the payment was the Rothschild family!" Callier told Jerome. Bonaparte explains ~www.novelhall.com~ the Rothschilds? Why would they do this? ' said Jerome Bonaparte, frowning.
Carlier was silent, James Rothschild was not something they could afford.
"If that's the case, then don't be merciful! Arrest and imprison James Rothschild for the attempted murder of the president!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Carlier.
"Yes!" Carlier responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Wait!" Jerome Bonaparte stopped Carlier.
With Carlier's puzzled expression, Jerome Bonaparte responded: "Let's call the army together!"
At this time, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest, 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 missed!
James Rothschild regretted that the gunman did not kill Jerome Bonaparte.
Now he has been shackled by the French government, and can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches.
"My lord! It's not good, my lord!" The baron's butler hurriedly came to Baron James Rothschild.
Baron James Rothschild frowned and said displeasedly: "When did it happen?"
"Master, a group of troops are rushing towards this side!" The baron's butler said immediately.
"What's there to be afraid of! The president can't kill me!"
James Rothschild, who has experienced three dynasties, sat in a rocking chair with confidence and closed his eyes.
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After Jérôme Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Paris market once again has full confidence in the iron-blooded president.
On the afternoon of December 16, one body after another was transported to the "Exhibition" in Place de la Bastille.
Along with the corpse, there were also people with disheveled hair like walking corpses... um! Let's call them people.
The 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 the loading cart was pushed by four soldiers to the center of the Place de la Bastille.
The black slanted blade hung in the air by the rope shone in the sunlight, and the blade exuded a chilling and chilling aura that made the citizens around the Bastille feel a chill.
This group of prisoners who would have been shot dozens of times without going through the Supreme Court process will be guillotined.
In order to show that the judicial process is necessary, Jerome Bonaparte, who maintains the majesty of the judicial process, decided to build a temporary court here.
The judge in charge of the trial is Justice Minister Eugene Rouet.
Eugène Rouet, who was wearing a judge's robe, stood in front of the guillotine. He glanced at the guillotine and then at the Paris citizens who were stopped by the soldiers. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement flooding his whole body. This kind of numbness. With a touch of excitement, Eugène Rouet couldn't help shouting angrily: "Take the prisoner Freiro!"
The prisoner with his hands bound trembled when he heard Eugene Rouet calling out his name.
Although he had long anticipated that he would eventually face the possibility of trial, physical trial or conscience trial, when the trial really came to him, the prisoner could not restrain his inner fear.
A coolness poured out from the prisoner's crotch, and the keen Parisian citizens soon discovered the water droplets on the prisoner's crotch.
"I peeed my pants! Haha!"
The citizens of Paris laughed heartily.
"No! No! You can't do this to me!"
As the prisoner roared hoarsely, a black pocket was placed over the prisoner's head.
The prisoner who was covered in the pockets collapsed to the ground instantly. When several soldiers saw this, they frowned and looked at the wetness of the prisoner's crotch while carrying the prisoner under the guillotine.
"Prisoner Freyrou!" Eugene Rouet said all the crimes committed by the prisoner, including but not limited to murder, abduction of women, forced sale of y and other crimes.
In the end, Eugène Rouet said "sentence to death" lightly!
"Okay!" The onlookers of Parisians cheered again.
Freyrou's neck was pulled on the guillotine.
"God bless! God bless!" At this time, Freylu, who was in his pocket, could only close his body tremblingly and pray for God's blessing.
The oblique blade cut through Freilu's neck at a very fast speed, and a stream of blood rushed from Freilu's neck like a spring, and like a sharp arrow, it flew out and almost splashed on the onlookers.
The headless corpse twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, spilling blood on the ground, and the black pocket that wrapped the head was also vaguely red.
The Place de la Bastille was a place where some citizens showed fear, while others shouted with excitement.
However, none of these had anything to do with Eugene Rouet. Under his orders, the soldiers randomly dumped Freiro's body and head in the car.
Then there is the execution of the next prisoner. The process of the next prisoner is roughly the same as Freylu, but he is more tough than Freylu.
There was no plea or excuse during the trial, but he still could not escape death.
The blood of the latter prisoner covered the blood of the former prisoner, and the ground of the Place de la Bastille gradually turned dark red.
As the number of heads under the oblique blade increased, the oblique blade was also stained with red blood, and the blade became more chilling.
After all the prisoners were executed, Eugene Rouet and the guillotine left the stage.
Under the attention of the Parisians, Jerome Bonaparte appeared, and he cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "The gangsters will be slain at any time, no way! You are walking on the street late at night with your wife, and suddenly Just got entangled by the gangsters, they want to occupy your wives and beat you... So, the days without the gangsters are good days!"
As soon as Jerome Bonaparte's voice fell, the Bonapartist party lurking in the shadows quickly said "OK".
The wicked should be damned, this is the consensus of ordinary people.
They, too, gave the same cry to Jerome Bonaparte.
At this moment, a smoothbore pistol was quietly pulled out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol aimed the muzzle at Jerome Bonaparte.
"Clap" sound.
The gunshots sounded, and everyone's expressions instantly froze.
"Luckily" the shot did not hit Jerome Bonaparte, but hit the ground next to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Quick! Protect the President!" Eugene Rouet shouted.
The soldiers rushed to Jerome Bonaparte's side and surrounded Jerome Bonaparte tightly in the middle.
"Don't let the assassins go!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was protected by layers of soldiers, also gave an order.
The soldiers were divided into two parts, one responsible for the safety of Jerome Bonaparte, the other responsible for capturing the assassins.
The assassin didn't run away at this time, looking at the approaching soldiers, he swallowed a pill and died.
Jerome Bonaparte was escorted by Eugene Rouet to the Elysee Palace, the most loyal of the President.
Eugène Rouet went to the Ministry of War at the order of Jerome Bonaparte.
At this time, the Minister of War, Reno, and the Secretary of State, San Arnault, were waiting to discuss the form of the Near East.
Looking at Eugene Rouet who broke into the conference room, Minister Reno and Saint Arnault were stunned.
Before Minister Reno could react, Eugene Rouet said to Minister Reno: "Minister Reno, please issue a martial law order! Someone wants to assassinate the President!"
Minister Reno looked at Eugene Roue nervously and asked anxiously, "Where's the president? How is the president?"
"The assassin's pistol didn't hit the president, and the president wasn't in any serious trouble! It's in the Elysee Palace now!" Eugène Rouet's words made Reigno heave a sigh of relief.
If there is something wrong with the president, they will probably be finished.
"It's not too late, I will sign the martial law order immediately!" Minister Remio immediately returned to the office to sign the martial law order.
Martial law required the 1st Paris Division to transfer the remaining troops to Paris to maintain law and order in Paris, while the National Guard Corps could not act without orders.
Once the martial law was signed, it was handed over to Changarnier, the commander of the 1st Paris Division.
"The 1st Division of Paris has entered the city?" Changarnier, who took over the martial law, looked at the "colleague" of the War Department who was in charge of delivering the letter with a serious expression.
"General Changarnier, the president is in danger, quickly accept the defense of Paris!!" said Lieutenant Colonel Trosch, who had served as the adjutant of General Saint Arnault.
"What? The president is in danger!" Changarnier's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked about the president's situation.
After Trosch 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 swaying again, under the martial law issued by Minister Reno.
The engineering director, who was unwilling to obey Minister Reño on weekdays, was dismissed and went home to receive an annuity, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.
The Director of Personnel, Lenders, also went to Minister Reynolds.
Minister Reynold, who has been in the hands of Bonapartists through martial law, has no need to worry about Changarnier, but without a clear order from the president, Reynold also does not want to take it lightly. Remove him.
On December 17, after a half-day careful investigation by Police Chief Carlier, he finally found something good in the corpse.
"President! After our investigation, we found that the assassin is most likely a member of the Rothschild family!" Callier said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"The reason?" said Jerome Bonaparte quietly.
"Because the deceased was the Orleans gang, the Orleans gang just received an unidentified payment some time ago. After we traced the details, we found that the source of the payment was the Rothschild family!" Callier told Jerome. Bonaparte explains ~www.novelhall.com~ the Rothschilds? Why would they do this? ' said Jerome Bonaparte, frowning.
Carlier was silent, James Rothschild was not something they could afford.
"If that's the case, then don't be merciful! Arrest and imprison James Rothschild for the attempted murder of the president!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Carlier.
"Yes!" Carlier responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Wait!" Jerome Bonaparte stopped Carlier.
With Carlier's puzzled expression, Jerome Bonaparte responded: "Let's call the army together!"
At this time, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest, 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 missed!
James Rothschild regretted that the gunman did not kill Jerome Bonaparte.
Now he has been shackled by the French government, and can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches.
"My lord! It's not good, my lord!" The baron's butler hurriedly came to Baron James Rothschild.
Baron James Rothschild frowned and said displeasedly: "When did it happen?"
"Master, a group of troops are rushing towards this side!" The baron's butler said immediately.
"What's there to be afraid of! The president can't kill me!"
James Rothschild, who has experienced three dynasties, sat in a rocking chair with confidence and closed his eyes.
After Jrme Bonaparte's iron-fisted rectification, the Paris market once again has full confidence in the iron-blooded president.On the afternoon of December 16, one body after another was transported to the "Exhibition" in Place de la Bastille.Along with the corpse, there were also people with disheveled hair like walking corpses... um! Let's call them people.The 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 the loading cart was pushed by four soldiers to the center of the Place de la Bastille.The black slanted blade hung in the air by the rope shone in the sunlight, and the blade exuded a chilling and chilling aura that made the citizens around the Bastille feel a chill.This group of prisoners who would have been shot dozens of times without going through the Supreme Court process will be guillotined.In order to show that the judicial process is necessary, Jerome Bonaparte, who maintains the majesty of the judicial process, decided to build a temporary court here.The judge in charge of the trial is Justice Minister Eugene Rouet.Eugne Rouet, who was wearing a judge's robe, stood in front of the guillotine. He glanced at the guillotine and then at the Paris citizens who were stopped by the soldiers. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement flooding his whole body. This kind of numbness. With a touch of excitement, Eugne Rouet couldn't help shouting angrily: "Take the prisoner Freiro!"The prisoner with his hands bound trembled when he heard Eugene Rouet calling out his name.Although he had long anticipated that he would eventually face the possibility of trial, physical trial or conscience trial, when the trial really came to him, the prisoner could not restrain his inner fear.A coolness poured out from the prisoner's crotch, and the keen Parisian citizens soon discovered the water droplets on the prisoner's crotch."I peeed my pants! Haha!"The citizens of Paris laughed heartily."No! No! You can't do this to me!"As the prisoner roared hoarsely, a black pocket was placed over the prisoner's head.The prisoner who was covered in the pockets collapsed to the ground instantly. When several soldiers saw this, they frowned and looked at the wetness of the prisoner's crotch while carrying the prisoner under the guillotine."Prisoner Freyrou!" Eugene Rouet said all the crimes committed by the prisoner, including but not limited to murder, abduction of women, forced sale of y and other crimes.In the end, Eugne Rouet said "sentence to death" lightly!"Okay!" The onlookers of Parisians cheered again.Freyrou's neck was pulled on the guillotine."God bless! God bless!" At this time, Freylu, who was in his pocket, could only close his body tremblingly and pray for God's blessing.The oblique blade cut through Freilu's neck at a very fast speed, and a stream of blood rushed from Freilu's neck like a spring, and like a sharp arrow, it flew out and almost splashed on the onlookers.The headless corpse twitched back and forth on the ground for a moment, spilling blood on the ground, and the black pocket that wrapped the head was also vaguely red.The Place de la Bastille was a place where some citizens showed fear, while others shouted with excitement.However, none of these had anything to do with Eugene Rouet. Under his orders, the soldiers randomly dumped Freiro's body and head in the car.Then there is the execution of the next prisoner. The process of the next prisoner is roughly the same as Freylu, but he is more tough than Freylu.There was no plea or excuse during the trial, but he still could not escape death.The blood of the latter prisoner covered the blood of the former prisoner, and the ground of the Place de la Bastille gradually turned dark red.As the number of heads under the oblique blade increased, the oblique blade was also stained with red blood, and the blade became more chilling.After all the prisoners were executed, Eugene Rouet and the guillotine left the stage.Under the attention of the Parisians, Jerome Bonaparte appeared, and he cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "The gangsters will be slain at any time, no way! You are walking on the street late at night with your wife, and suddenly Just got entangled by the gangsters, they want to occupy your wives and beat you... So, the days without the gangsters are good days!"As soon as Jerome Bonaparte's voice fell, the Bonapartist party lurking in the shadows quickly said "OK".The wicked should be damned, this is the consensus of ordinary people.They, too, gave the same cry to Jerome Bonaparte.At this moment, a smoothbore pistol was quietly pulled out from the crowd, and the owner of the pistol aimed the muzzle at Jerome Bonaparte."Clap" sound.The gunshots sounded, and everyone's expressions instantly froze."Luckily" the shot did not hit Jerome Bonaparte, but hit the ground next to Jerome Bonaparte."Quick! Protect the President!" Eugene Rouet shouted.The soldiers rushed to Jerome Bonaparte's side and surrounded Jerome Bonaparte tightly in the middle."Don't let the assassins go!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was protected by layers of soldiers, also gave an order.The soldiers were divided into two parts, one responsible for the safety of Jerome Bonaparte, the other responsible for capturing the assassins.The assassin didn't run away at this time, looking at the approaching soldiers, he swallowed a pill and died.Jerome Bonaparte was escorted by Eugene Rouet to the Elysee Palace, the most loyal of the President.Eugne Rouet went to the Ministry of War at the order of Jerome Bonaparte.At this time, the Minister of War, Reno, and the Secretary of State, San Arnault, were waiting to discuss the form of the Near East.Looking at Eugene Rouet who broke into the conference room, Minister Reno and Saint Arnault were stunned.Before Minister Reno could react, Eugene Rouet said to Minister Reno: "Minister Reno, please issue a martial law order! Someone wants to assassinate the President!"Minister Reno looked at Eugene Roue nervously and asked anxiously, "Where's the president? How is the president?""The assassin's pistol didn't hit the president, and the president wasn't in any serious trouble! It's in the Elysee Palace now!" Eugne Rouet's words made Reigno heave a sigh of relief.If there is something wrong with the president, they will probably be finished."It's not too late, I will sign the martial law order immediately!" Minister Remio immediately returned to the office to sign the martial law order.Martial law required the 1st Paris Division to transfer the remaining troops to Paris to maintain law and order in Paris, while the National Guard Corps could not act without orders.Once the martial law was signed, it was handed over to Changarnier, the commander of the 1st Paris Division."The 1st Division of Paris has entered the city?" Changarnier, who took over the martial law, looked at the "colleague" of the War Department who was in charge of delivering the letter with a serious expression."General Changarnier, the president is in danger, quickly accept the defense of Paris!!" said Lieutenant Colonel Trosch, who had served as the adjutant of General Saint Arnault."What? The president is in danger!" Changarnier's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked about the president's situation.After Trosch 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 swaying again, under the martial law issued by Minister Reno.The engineering director, who was unwilling to obey Minister Reo on weekdays, was dismissed and went home to receive an annuity, and was replaced by Brigadier General Niel.The Director of Personnel, Lenders, also went to Minister Reynolds.Minister Reynold, who has been in the hands of Bonapartists through martial law, has no need to worry about Changarnier, but without a clear order from the president, Reynold also does not want to take it lightly. Remove him.On December 17, after a half-day careful investigation by Police Chief Carlier, he finally found something good in the corpse."President! After our investigation, we found that the assassin is most likely a member of the Rothschild family!" Callier said to Jerome Bonaparte."The reason?" said Jerome Bonaparte quietly."Because the deceased was the Orleans gang, the Orleans gang just received an unidentified payment some time ago. After we traced the details, we found that the source of the payment was the Rothschild family!" Callier told Jerome. Bonaparte explains ~www.novelhall.com~ the Rothschilds? Why would they do this? ' said Jerome Bonaparte, frowning.Carlier was silent, James Rothschild was not something they could afford."If that's the case, then don't be merciful! Arrest and imprison James Rothschild for the attempted murder of the president!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Carlier."Yes!" Carlier responded to Jerome Bonaparte."Wait!" Jerome Bonaparte stopped Carlier.With Carlier's puzzled expression, Jerome Bonaparte responded: "Let's call the army together!"At this time, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest, 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 missed!James Rothschild regretted that the gunman did not kill Jerome Bonaparte.Now he has been shackled by the French government, and can only break free with the help of other Rothschild branches."My lord! It's not good, my lord!" The baron's butler hurriedly came to Baron James Rothschild.Baron James Rothschild frowned and said displeasedly: "When did it happen?""Master, a group of troops are rushing towards this side!" The baron's butler said immediately."What's there to be afraid of! The president can't kill me!"James Rothschild, who has experienced three dynasties, sat in a rocking chair with confidence and closed his eyes.
