Chapter 252 Eliminating the Traitors

Chapter 253 Eliminating the Traitors

The French window on the west side of the second floor of the villa disappeared along with the window frame. The wall behind the window collapsed in half, revealing uneven red bricks. The corridor on the other side of the wall was full of brick dust and bloodstains. There was a hole in the roof, and no one knew how the shells got there.

The citizens outside cheered like a tsunami. The temporary gunner felt like he had punched Count Thiol himself, and the pleasure of revenge rushed to his head.

Several gunners were preparing to reload again, but suddenly saw that the guards who were lying on the windows and aiming out with their guns began to panic, and most of them retreated back to the villa.

"Look, those guys are scared!" Someone immediately pointed at the villa and shouted.

"They know what crime they have committed and are beginning to feel guilty."

"Everyone rush in and avenge our relatives!"

The crowd shouted and rushed to the villa from all directions. Although there were sporadic gunshots from the doors and windows, it did not stop the surging crowd at all.

Fouché, who was observing the situation not far away, could not help but frown. The resistance in the villa stopped too suddenly.

He immediately thought of something, turned around and shouted to the official beside him: "They may run away! Go quickly... No, I'll go myself! Keep an eye on the nearby buildings!"

"Yes, sir!"

Fouché, dressed as an ordinary vendor, rushed into the villa with five men following the rioting crowd.

The whole villa was already in chaos. Everyone was desperately searching for property and destroying everything they could see.

With hysterical shouts, laughter, and faint cries as the main melody, and the sound of broken wood and porcelain as the chord, hundreds of people played a symphony of madness and destruction here.

Soon, someone ignited the kitchen on the first floor of the south side of the villa, and the breeze quickly spread the smoke in the house.

Fouché looked around and quickly came to the stairs.

There were crazy rioters and guards fighting everywhere, and people rolled down the stairs from time to time. Fouche nimbly avoided these people and ran all the way to the second floor.

In front of him was a more chaotic battlefield. Thick smoke had already floated up, but people didn't care at all. They coughed and rushed towards the guards. From time to time, a few gunshots could be heard, but the guards who fired the guns would soon be overwhelmed by more people.

Fouche walked along the corridor to the courtyard of the villa and saw seven or eight guards gathered outside a house in front of him, pointing their guns nervously.

There were several bodies of rioters lying next to them, and a large area of ​​the wall on the west side collapsed, with a lot of broken bricks piled next to it.

He immediately realized that this was the room that had been hit by the cannon just now.

And there were so many guards gathered here, which meant that there must be some big shots in the house!

He was thinking about how to get in, and the thick smoke slowly floated over. An officer of the Guard came running from the other side of the corridor and shouted to the armed guards: "The fire has spread to the drinking room next door, you, you and you, come with me to put it out!

"Hold on for a while, Aurore will soon bring reinforcements from Count Castel's family! "

The officer left with several guards. The guards at the door waved their hands to disperse the smoke, but they were soon choked to tears.

Fouche immediately took a deep breath, signaled to several men behind him, and then took advantage of the gap when the guards were fighting the smoke to bend and crawl into the hole in the wall.

There was not much smoke in the room. An officer turned around immediately after hearing the noise. Fouche pulled out the pistol from his waist with a grim smile, pulled the trigger and blasted him out.

Immediately, Fouche saw a person lying on his side on the armchair in the middle of the room.

The man's face was pale, his wig was tilted to one side, and he was startled by the gunshot and struggled to look up.

The dusty face was the Duke of Orleans.

Fouche put away pistol, and took a few steps forward, only then did he notice that the man on the chair had lost his left arm from the elbow down, and the broken part was tightly bound with a bandage. There was also a piece of broken glass more than a finger wide stuck in his right back. Although the glass was also wrapped with thick bandages, blood was still dripping from the end of the glass.

"You..."

As soon as the Duke of Orleans opened his mouth, his facial features twisted in pain, and then he coughed, with blood foam on his mouth. It was obvious that his lungs were seriously injured.

There was a fight between the guards and the police intelligence agents outside the door, but it soon subsided.

Fouche came to the Duke of Orleans, stared at him as if he was looking at a painting that he was very satisfied with, and said in a calm tone: "Good morning, Your Excellency the Duke. I regret to inform you that because you have committed serious treason and conspiracy to subvert the royal family, the honorable Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me to sentence you to death on his behalf. "

When the Duke of Orleans heard the word "Dauphin", his eyes suddenly widened, veins popped on his forehead, and he struggled to say something, but he was in a spasm of pain. The cold sweat like a waterfall washed away the powder on his face.

"Yes, your highness knows everything you did in secret." Fouche seemed to have guessed what he was going to say and nodded, "Then, he took action to solve your... well, how should I put it, tricks?

"Oh, by the way, your highness has something else for me to give you."

Fouche took out a small silver box from his body, opened it, took out the things inside, and unfolded it.

It was a crown folded out of paper. The Duke of Orleans stared at the paper ring in Fouche's hand, which was dyed gold and painted with gems, and his eyes were full of bloodshot. He wanted to roar loudly and tear the paper ring into pieces, but found that he was like a frozen insect and couldn't move at all.

Fouche put the beautifully crafted "crown" on the head of the Duke of Orleans, then took out the dagger and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness said that he is very aware of your long-cherished wish to ascend the throne. However, you can only Wear this."

As he spoke, he raised the dagger, only to find that the latter's body suddenly collapsed on the chair.

Fouche frowned, stepped forward and touched the Duke of Orleans' carotid artery, then sighed unhappily and put the dagger back into its sheath.

Not long after, more than a dozen agents from the Police Intelligence Division left Count Thiole's villa from different directions. Each one of them was holding some dishes, candlesticks and other things, just like ordinary rioters.

Then the agents on guard at the perimeter also evacuated one after another, like a few inconspicuous drops among the thousands of rioters.

…

Palace of Versailles.

Mirabeau gestured to Queen Mary by stroking her breasts: "Your Majesty, you see, those who opposed this bill have obviously been convinced. This is a well-received reform. The nobles gave up some small rights with their noble character. And it has brought great hope to countless farmers.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the petitioning nobles outside the window.

There are new aristocrats who support the "abolition of aristocratic privileges", while the ranks of the old aristocrats have died down.

The core members of the old aristocracy had long since given up on government affairs—nine of them were killed by rioters in their hometown. The rest of the people's family properties were completely destroyed. Not only were the manors smashed or burned, but the most important thing was that all the property, land deeds, bonds, etc. were lost, and even the certificates of noble blood were missing.

In this era, if aristocrats did not have property commensurate with their status, they would not have a prominent position, and their political influence would also dissipate.