Chapter 214： imperial marshal jerome

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

Although he has the ability to take off the hood to observe the situation, but he is cautious not to take off the hood.

God knows if he can save his life after taking off the hood.

After a gentle road, the carriage quickly bumped up, and Wilno guessed that it was likely to have left the urban unit by now.

Fortunately, the jolt only lasted 10 minutes before 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 hadn't noticed that there was one more person in the carriage.

"Thanks...Thanks!" Willow took off his hood and left the carriage.

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

There is no such dense forest around Paris except the Bourgogne Forest!

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

Under the leadership of the masked man, Willno soon came to a wooden house beside the forest.

Although the wooden house was brightly lit, Wilno didn't feel the slightest warmth, instead a chill poured into his scalp from his spine.

"Go in!" The masked man urged Willow.

Wilno 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 dining table was a person that Wilno did not know.

Aged about 30 years old, he looked at Willow with a smile and pointed at the seat: "Sit! Mr. Willow!"

"Yes!" Mr. Wilno still sat down with a terrified expression, and squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying to the guy next to him.

Wilno knew this guy, and he, like Wilno, made his fortune through martial law.

It's just that Wilno is working hard in the Montmarre district, he is in San Martinpoo.

With the passage of time, groups of people entered the wooden house.

The seat of the wooden house was finally filled, and the owner of the main seat glanced at the pocket watch and said, "Okay! It's time to start!"

The two masked guys at the door left the cabin. They were responsible for guarding the outside of the cabin to prevent anyone from peeping.

The "Master" in the main seat cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart! Why do I want to tell you that you are here, who am I? I guess some people have already guessed me. The origin of the! I said it right!"

His eyes swept across every gang leader, these gang leaders who usually speak their minds, now look like sick cats under his gaze.

"You guessed it right! I'm from the Elysee Palace! My name is Marcel Yarug!" The "Master" on the main seat revealed his name, and most of the gang leaders in the lower ranks were horrified, but only a few revealed it. These people have already guessed the identity of Marcel Yarug.

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

The faces of all the gang leaders present changed drastically. The last rectification was accompanied by **** killings. They can clearly see how their previous boss died.

If Paris is to be reorganized again, these guys will follow in the footsteps of their boss and die.

"I am loyal to His Excellency the President!"

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

...

This group of gang leaders made a mess, and they all showed their loyalty to Marcel Yaluger.

"You? You are also worthy of serving the President?" Marcel Yaruger looked at these scumbags with contempt.

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

"From now on, you must obey the arrangements! Report to me immediately once the situation occurs!" Marcel Yeruger said to the gang leader present.

"Then are we the president's people?" said one of the gang leaders whimsically.

"You can also say the same!" Marcel Yaruger said in a slightly softer tone: "But Your Excellency the President has a lot of time, and he doesn't have so much time to take care of you! Your immediate leader is me!"

"Understood! Understood!" The gang leaders said they understood.

Marcel Yeruger instructed word by word: "My request is very simple, you clearly define the territory under your jurisdiction! I don't want to hear any negative news about the fight during this time! Otherwise, When we were able to kill your boss, we can also kill you!"

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

Marcel Yeruger got up and lifted the wooden board behind him, and a map of Paris appeared, marking the power of the various gangs on the map.

In order to make this map, Marcel Yaluger worked hard!

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

None of the gang leaders present raised doubts, and they also did not dare to raise doubts.

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

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

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

"That...these forces originally..." Verno asked tremblingly.

"They don't exist anymore! All the guys who didn't come here today have all disappeared!" Marcel Yarug said with a smile that made all the underworld bosses horrified. Wilno left again, this time without a hood.

Confused in his mind, he came to the carriage he once rode in, and the carriage carried Wilno back to the mansion.

With heavy steps, Willno came to the window and looked at the kerosene lamp emitting orange light. There was a wry smile on the corner of Willow's mouth, and he was lying on the bed facing the bed.

Early the next morning, several subordinates shook Willow awake.

With a sleepy expression, Willow looked at the group of subordinates and said impatiently, "What happened?"

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

"What? Suicide!" Willow woke up instantly, and he asked his subordinate urgently: "Are you sure he committed suicide?"

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, his subordinate said in a low voice, "The police said he committed suicide, but I heard that someone might have been assassinated! The "Tekken Gang" leader was shot 6 times in the back, no one committed suicide There will be six shots in a row! Whoever asked the police to say that..."

"Six shots in the body... Suicide..." Willow couldn't help swallowing, and the chill swept through his body again.

On this day, many prominent people in Paris were forced to commit suicide with "6 shots".

What is even more strange is that the annexation of the Paris gangs is not as **** as the previous annexation, and there is an inexplicable strangeness everywhere.

What's even more bizarre is that those gang members who usually show off their power are rarely honest.

As if there is an invisible big hand pushing all this to happen.

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

...

February 15, 1850.

With the recommendation of Minister Reno, the signature of Jerome Bonaparte, the approval of the Council of Ministers, the unanimous support of the army, and the symbolic consent of the Legislative Assembly, the French Republic once again ushered in a new marshal.

He is the father of President Jerome Bonaparte, Prince Monfort, the "hero" of the Napoleonic Wars.

Today, Prince Monfort will become the new Marshal of France in the barracks near Paris, under the watchful eyes of high-ranking generals and soldiers in Paris.

As the president, Jerome Bonaparte seemed to avoid the suspicion of "nepotism". He did not attend the coronation of the marshal of Prince Monfort, but was replaced by the vice-president Blair who toured the Pyrenees region for Monfort. Faure handed over the scepter At 9:00 am, Prince Monfort, dressed in the costume of the first imperial marshal, took a double-bridge open-top carriage to the barracks in the suburbs of Paris.

At this time, Vice President of the French Republic Blair, Minister of War Reno, Secretary of State St. Arnault, Commander Changarnier, De Castellane, Prime Minister Opper and retired generals and serving generals who once fought for the First Empire We are now waiting for the arrival of the new marshal, Prince Monfort, on the makeshift viewing platform. In the presence of all the soldiers, Prince Monfort stepped out of the carriage. Extraordinarily serious.

The generals on the viewing platform had to admit that the serious Prince Monfort really had a touch of the emperor's charm.

Prince Monfort walked slowly to the stage, turning to face all the soldiers.

"Salute!" War Minister Reynio ordered.

All the soldiers paid their respects to Prince Monfort, and the loud "Ode to the Expedition" sounded.

In the bugle, Vice President Blair took the wooden marshal's scepter from the part-time presidential valet General Saint Arnault with a serious look.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone held their breaths and looked at Vice President Blair.

Just as he was watching, Blair walked slowly towards Prince Monfort and handed the cane, which symbolized the marshal, to Prince Monfort.

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

Suddenly, the soldiers under the stage made a roar.

Then came a burst of cheers.

"Long live the marshal, long live the empire!"

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