Make France Great Again-Chapter 956 - 947: Percy Arrives in a Hurry

"Augusta, it’s all right now!"

Jerome Bonaparte whispered as gently as possible into Augusta’s ear.

At this moment, Augusta, who had been hiding in Jerome Bonaparte’s arms, lifted her pale face, tears shimmering in her eyes, and asked Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly trembling voice, "Really?"

Looking at his terrified wife, Jerome Bonaparte felt even more guilty.

After all, this assassination could have been avoided, but Jerome Bonaparte orchestrated it to find an excuse to interfere in the Apennine.

Unaware, Augusta was forced to partake in this performance.

"Yes, really!" Jerome Bonaparte replied gently while soothing Empress Augusta with his hand.

After a while, Empress Augusta finally calmed down.

At this moment, the voice of the Guard Army came from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, Chief Pierre from Paris Le Perretier District requests an audience!"

"I need to step out for a bit! You stay here!" Jerome Bonaparte said as he pulled his hand away.

Before Jerome Bonaparte could fully withdraw his hand, Empress Augusta grabbed it and said, "I’m coming down with you!"

Looking at the Empress before him, Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to her, "Alright! Let’s go down together!"

Jerome Bonaparte and Empress Augusta opened the carriage door and got off one by one.

Now standing beside the carriage, he first took a glance at several bullet holes on the carriage body, then looked at the Guard Corps Commander responsible for his protection, "How are your men doing?"

The Guard Corps Commander informed Jerome Bonaparte that except for the three soldiers killed in the initial bomb attack, the rest of the soldiers were unharmed.

Jerome Bonaparte sighed after hearing this and said to the Guard Corps Commander, "Ensure that the process for the fallen soldiers’ compensation is followed diligently!"

"Understood!" the Guard Corps Commander replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"And once this matter settles, I will additionally compensate each fallen soldier with 20,000 francs! Consider it a token of my appreciation!" Jerome Bonaparte continued, "Remind me about it then!"

"Understood!" the Guard Corps Commander responded again and then asked, "Your Majesty, do you wish to meet with Pierre?"

"Tell Pierre that I’m severely injured and cannot meet him now. Have him detain the assassins in prison for further proceedings! Also, have their director and the Minister of Internal Affairs come over!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a calm tone, then turned to Augusta, "Should we return to the carriage or go inside?"

Empress Augusta glanced at the carriage, then looked ahead, "Let’s go inside! The carriage isn’t safe!"

"Alright!" Jerome Bonaparte assisted Augusta as they walked step by step toward the interior of the Paris Opera House.

Seeing this, the Guard Legion Commander immediately ordered some of the soldiers to safely escort Emperor Jerome Bonaparte and Empress Augusta to the Paris Opera House.

He then proceeded alone to the open area outside the Paris Opera House to meet with Chief Pierre.

"Your Majesty, how is His Majesty?" Chief Pierre nervously asked the Guard Corps Commander before him, glancing occasionally at the carriage blocked by the Guard Army soldiers.

As the person responsible for maintaining public order in Lepert Street, Pierre never imagined that such a shocking assassination would occur in his jurisdiction, with the target being the Emperor of the Empire.

If anything happened to the Emperor, he wouldn’t be able to protect himself, even if he had ten lives.

All he could do now was pray for the Emperor’s safety, otherwise, his life would be over.

"His Majesty said he is severely injured!" the Guard Corps Commander replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, Chief Pierre felt dizzy as he realized that his career, his life, and even his very existence could end because of this assassination.

Just thinking about this made Chief Pierre’s legs feel weak.

With a "thud," Chief Pierre collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the local chief lying there without a trace of dignity, the Guard Corps Commander couldn’t help but feel contempt, but he continued, "His Majesty also said to have you detain those assassins in prison!

And ask your superior, Mr. Pierrette from the Police Headquarters, and Minister Percy to come over!

Did you hear that?"

Chief Pierre sat dazed on the ground, clearly petrified by the news of Jerome Bonaparte’s severe injury and didn’t comprehend the Guard Corps Commander’s words.

The Guard Corps Commander had to squat in front of Chief Pierre and grab his collar, saying, "I’ll say it again..."

The Guard Corps Commander reiterated his earlier words and asked Chief Pierre again if he understood.

"Understood!" Chief Pierre mechanically nodded in response to the Guard Corps Comand.

"Alright! You may leave now! Leave the aftermath to us!" The Guard Corps Commander released Pierre’s collar and stood up.

Chief Pierre also rose from the ground and staggered towards the direction he came from.

Gazing at the departing figure of Pierre, the Guard Corps Commander mumbled softly, "It’s strange, how did they manage to catch that group of assassins!"

On the other hand, Jerome Bonaparte and his wife, led personally by the opera house owner, slowly entered the box he had reserved in the Paris Opera House.

After Jerome Bonaparte and Augusta sat down, the opera house owner cautiously asked Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, you and Her Majesty the Empress didn’t encounter any problems, did you!"

"Not at all!" Jerome Bonaparte replied calmly to the owner, "It’s just one or two petty thieves trying to achieve a dream they can never realize through assassination!

Scoundrels like them, there are no less than a thousand in all of Paris!

"God bless!" After hearing this, the owner breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "Then I won’t disturb you and Her Majesty the Empress any further!"

With that, the owner turned to leave the box.

"Wait a moment!" Jerome Bonaparte called out to the owner.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other orders?" The owner turned back and asked Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte requested a fruit platter from the owner, and then also ordered a bottle of red wine.

"I’ll bring it to you right away!" The owner bowed to Jerome Bonaparte again, then closed the door and left.

After a while, the fruit platter, the red wine, and the wine glasses were brought into the box by the owner and placed on Jerome Bonaparte’s table.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other requests?" The owner asked Jerome Bonaparte once more.

"No more! You may leave now!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand at the owner.

The owner turned and left the box, and Jerome Bonaparte opened the wine and poured a glass for both Augusta and himself, then raised his glass to Augusta and said, "Drink a glass of wine to calm the nerves!"

Augusta raised her glass and gently clinked it with Jerome Bonaparte’s, then downed the wine in the glass.

Jerome Bonaparte took a small sip and then put the glass down.

"Another glass!" Empress Augusta placed the glass in front of Jerome’s BMW,

Jerome Bonaparte had no choice but to pour Augusta another glass of wine, and the second glass was also downed by Augusta in one go.

Just as Augusta was about to have a third glass, Jerome Bonaparte snatched Augusta’s glass and said, "Don’t drink anymore! You’re going to get drunk!"

"Oh!" Augusta reached out for the fruit platter and tasted the fruit.

Time passed again outside Jerome Bonaparte’s box.

The first to arrive, Pierre from the Paris Police Station stood outside the box, hesitating to knock on the door. It wasn’t until the Minister of Internal Affairs, Percy, arrived that Pierre seemed to find his backbone and looked at Percy.

"Lord Percy, you finally came!" Pierre said to Percy.

"How is His Majesty now?" Percy furrowed his brows and asked Pierre.

Although Percy, as a participant, knew this was just a setup by the Emperor, bullets can be indiscriminate.

If the Emperor really were to have an accident, the entire Empire would be finished.

When Percy received the message from Pierre that the Emperor was seriously injured, he too panicked.

His first thought was not to visit the Emperor at the Paris Opera House, but to go to the Tuileries Palace to protect the four-year-old Crown Prince.

As long as the Crown Prince could ascend the throne, their splendor and wealth could continue.

Of course, this thought was only momentary in Percy’s mind.

Because Percy next realized a loophole.

If the Emperor were indeed seriously injured, he certainly wouldn’t inform a minor officer like Pierre.

He would secretly summon them, the core personnel, to delegate final matters. The fewer people who knew of the Emperor’s death, the more likely the Empire could get through the crisis.

From this angle, the Emperor probably wasn’t seriously injured, maybe not even harmed at all.

"His Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress are in this box!" Pierre pointed at the box and said to Percy.

"Then why are you not going in!" Percy said to Pierre.

"Lord Minister, let’s go in together!" Pierre’s voice trembled as he spoke to Percy.

Seeing his own general frightened by a false message, Percy couldn’t help but sigh, "I’ll go in with you then!"

Percy knocked on the box door with his hand, and Jerome Bonaparte’s voice immediately came from inside the box, "Who is it?"