Make France Great Again-Chapter 190: The Doomsday of the Evil Forces

Dense gunfire erupted around one in the morning in the Temple Suburb.

Fully armed Paris Regular Army units, under the leadership of their company commanders, systematically launched a heavy assault against the dark forces in the Temple Suburb.

At the forefront was the formidable "Giant", the Orleans Gang entrenched in the Temple Suburb.

Perhaps it was fate’s decree; on this day, the senior members of the Orleans Gang, under the orders of their leader, Felix Godan, gathered at Felix Godan’s residence for a meeting.

Although the name Orleans Gang might suggest some connection to the Orleans Kingdom overthrown by the February Revolution, there was actually no connection between the two. Or rather, a rat like Felix Godan lurking in the gutters could never interact with the "proud" nobles. The only people he could cling to were the police in the Temple Suburb and a few mid-level government officials.

Felix Godan, a hyena who crawled up all the way from Saint-Dézéry Town in the country of Lyon, relied on the distinctive ferocity and shrewdness unique to the Provençal Region to expand a gang with just over ten members, the Saint-Dyot Gang (which was what they were called before the February Revolution), into one of the top-ranked gangs in the Temple Region in just ten years. One hand holding money, the other a knife, he quickly corrupted the police in the Temple Region. Any officers with a sense of justice who refused to be corrupted were transferred out of the area by the police chief he had bribed.

[The Provençal Region has always been a Major Region of the Royalist Party and is also an area deeply rooted in the southern ethnicity. Its particular ethnic traits make the whole region a true collection of unruly people. In the 20th century, minorities in the Provençal Region even dared to confront Paris’s judiciary using their unique ethnic language in the Supreme Court.]

In the words of Felix Godan, he respected the police officers unwilling to become corrupt alongside him; as long as he didn’t have to use force, Felix Godan would also courteously send them off.

Of course, if faced with stubborn officers overflowing with a sense of justice, Felix Godan wouldn’t mind sending them to America either.

Here, sending to America refers to killing the officer’s entire family. Two years ago, there was an officer driven by duty who was transferred to his area. On the first day of his transfer, he knocked on Felix Godan’s door, telling him that he would definitely find evidence of Felix Godan’s crimes.

Faced with this justice-driven officer, Felix Godan merely smiled slightly. Over the past ten years, he had seen too many enthusiastic young men like him.

Initially, Felix Godan would use bloody methods, like cutting off a finger as a warning, but once he became a "respectable person," he seldom did that.

Back then, he looked at the officer with an innocent expression and said, "Officer, I’m just a law-abiding businessman, please don’t threaten me like this! You can talk to my lawyer if you have anything to say!"

The officer, brimming with a sense of justice, pointed angrily at Felix Godan, speechless. Felix Godan still gazed smilingly at him.

To him, officers like this would naturally fall in line after experiencing the harsh reality of Paris.

He never saw that officer again for a long time afterward.

Unexpectedly, the officer did indeed find all the evidence of Felix Godan’s crimes.

If not for Felix Godan having bribed numerous officers in the Temple Suburb, and the officer’s friend just happening to be someone Felix Godan had bought off.

From the betrayer’s mouth, Felix Godan learned of the impending threat with a cold sweat.

If this evidence reached the press, Felix Godan would definitely be crucified by public opinion.

Those writers’ pens were unquestionably lethal weapons.

Although the justice-driven officer had grasped Felix Godan’s weak point, Godan wasn’t angry and even admired the officer’s intelligence-gathering ability a little.

He attempted to recruit the officer but was refused. He tried to buy the evidence from the officer with a large sum and promised to transfer the officer to the Saint-Germain District, saying that was where someone like him belonged.

As expected, the officer refused him. After several refusals, Felix Godan tore off his hypocritical mask, spending a vast amount of money to buy off the newspapers and the chief. Under the condemnations of unscrupulous journalists at the newspaper, the local police chief had no choice but to "regretfully" dismiss the officer.

Then Felix Godan led a group of people to the officer’s home to make him understand the cost of offending him.

The officer’s home was a cheap apartment in the Saint Martin District. The walls exuded an aura of dilapidation, with green moss growing at the base.

Looking at the surroundings in front of him, Felix Godan didn’t understand what exactly drove the officer to act against him.

Cheap sense of duty? Don’t kid me!

When Felix Godan knocked on the officer’s door, it was his wife who answered.

Seeing the already bulging belly of the officer’s wife, Godan guessed that if the officer hadn’t opposed him, he would have become a father in a few months.

But unfortunately, the world doesn’t work like that!

After Felix Godan forcibly entered the officer’s home and before his wife could react, he bound her hands and feet, then gagged her with a foul-smelling rag.

Upon the officer’s return, Felix Godan even kidnapped him.

He wanted the officer to witness the world’s utmost malice. In the officer’s murderous eyes, Felix Godan ordered his men to strip the officer’s wife and assault her.

"Beasts! You beasts!" The officer screamed hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.

Felix Godan, unhurriedly, lit a cigarette with a flint and, flicking the ash, said calmly, "Sir, I gave you a chance."

"You’ll go to hell!"

"That’s right! I’ll go to hell, so I need to get used to the hell on earth first! Seeing as it is now, I’m still happily alive!"

Felix Godan, who was talking with an officer, did not join in. A sneer appeared on his face: "Officer, the justice you abide by is worth less than one franc to me. Without understanding the rules of Paris, how could you possibly be my opponent! In Paris, you have to be more cunning than others to devour them!"

Ultimately, in the tears of the officer’s wife, the officer succumbed to Felix Godan and handed over the evidence.

Looking at his satisfied subordinates and the officer’s wife, covered in filthy liquid and filled with death in her eyes, Felix Godan casually said, "Kill them!"

The officer and his wife were killed by Felix Godan’s men.

After that, the newspaper reported that the officer committed suicide out of guilt for corruption, and his wife followed him in death.

This was also a masterstroke by Felix Godan.

Of course, to Felix Godan, this was merely a minor episode in his life.

The Orleans Gang ran Temple District’s largest underground casino, numerous clubs (known to those who understand), and some primitive loan shark companies. Their subordinate small-time gangs were countless, and to expand "business," they often clashed with "kindred spirits" in the neighboring Saint Martin District, acting as white gloves for some of the nobility.

After the new President took office, Felix Godan, having latched onto a Bonaparte Faction "important figure" (in reality, a fringe member), claimed to be a member of the President’s party.

His subordinates similarly didn’t understand the upper-level struggles; they just thought Felix Godan had found a "big connection."

But with Jerome Bonaparte’s order to "crack down on crime," the situation in Paris grew more muddled, and the "sheriff" who had aligned with Felix Godan was transferred out, with some police also replaced by unfamiliar faces.

[These officers were mostly police from the nearby regions of Paris. While Jerome Bonaparte was cleaning up the police force, he was also appointing some not-so-corrupt officers from surrounding areas to key positions.]

Having lost his "eyes" and "ears," Felix Godan completely lost some connections with the upper echelons. However, his sharp intuition honed from years in gang life told him that this turmoil might likely be another major reshuffle.

Embracing the coexistence of danger and opportunity, Felix Godan actively took action.

Two nights ago, a butler claiming to be a noble’s servant found Felix Godan, asking him to create as much chaos in Paris as possible.

Once successful, he could take control of the Saint Martin District.

Felix Godan, eager to expand his territory during the turmoil, certainly wouldn’t miss this "once-in-a-lifetime" chance; he intended to seize this opportunity to soar.

After the members of the Orleans Gang’s branch came, Felix Godan listened to the harvest from leaders of various areas in Temple District. He smiled and nodded, "Very good! It seems none of you have been slacking off!"

The branch members flattered Felix Godan, who nodded back like an emperor.

Until gunfire rang out from outside the door, followed by a scream.

Everyone subconsciously stood up and looked at each other, and then a heavy set of footsteps reached their ears, and the door to the living room was slammed open.

Three soldiers, armed with muskets, appeared in front of them, shouting loudly: "Don’t move! Kneel on the ground!"

The gang members had never seen such a scene, and they swiftly raised their hands and knelt on the ground.

Under the gang members’ shocked gazes, more than ten members holding muskets entered the living room.

A military officer in a light blue uniform looked at this group of gang scum with disdain: "Who’s Felix Godan!"

No one present replied; instead, they all directed their gaze in the same direction.

"Not willing to answer, huh!" The officer waved his hand, "Kill them all!"

This tone was strikingly similar to when Felix Godan executed the righteous officer.

"We will!"

"No, don’t!"

Amid the hysterical cries of the gang members, the soldiers mercilessly pulled the trigger.

Amidst the screams, the room was filled with a thick smell of blood.

The "Dark Emperor" of Temple Suburb, Felix Godan, and his followers were all dead.

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