National Military Law Enforcement Intervention Unit

"What do I need?" Fouché said. "First, I need money! I need a larger budget. I can't let my young men go out shooting at enemies wielding automatic revolvers with single-shot pistols anymore! Or even go out with knives to fight against their revolvers and Little Melon!"

"Anything else?" Griezmann asked again.

"I need to mobilize the authority of the National Guard in a short period of time," Fouché said. "The National Guard is stationed in various neighborhoods, and I need to mobilize their authority. Of course, the number of personnel can be considered."

"The National Guard are not an army; they aren't always available. Most of the time, they're all doing their own thing," one member of parliament said. "It takes a lot of time to mobilize them, and I'm afraid that if something happens, it might be too late."

"Then amend the relevant regulations of the National Guard and establish a duty system, requiring a certain number of personnel to be on standby at fixed locations every day. At least until the problem is resolved, the National Guard must maintain this status quo," Fouché replied.

"But even so, can the National Guard really handle such thugs?" Griezmann asked again.

"Yeah, are the National Guard any good? I think they're not even as good as the police."

"That's right. Last time, tens of thousands of National Guards were chased and beaten by a few hundred Red Army soldiers. Minister Fouché just said that those rioters were well-trained soldiers, and the number of National Guard in each block wasn't particularly large to begin with, and even fewer were on duty. Even if you add them..."

"Exactly... I think the National Guard is completely unreliable. If something really happens, they'll definitely run away faster than us..."

There was much discussion, and generally speaking, people had a rather low opinion of the National Guard.

"Silence! Silence!" Odom raised his gavel again.

After a while, the parliament hall, which had been as bustling as a vegetable market, gradually quieted down.

"In addition, I hope to establish an independent, well-equipped, and highly trained police force that is on standby 24 hours a day and can be used to deal with such high-intensity violent cases at any time," Fouché added.

Fouché made a long list of demands, which of course could not be answered immediately. It involved too many exchanges of interests and the distribution of power, so it would take time.

However, Fouché was not in a hurry. In short, even if some people were unwilling to see his power expand, circumstances were beyond his control. Fouché believed that it wouldn't be long before he would achieve his goal.

For the next week, these people made no move. But Fouché wasn't in a hurry. He knew that the longer he waited, the heavier their attack would be, and the heavier their attack would be, the more advantageous it would be for Fouché. Of course, the prerequisite was that these people's targets couldn't include Fouché's own people.

This was a very difficult time for Lucien. Previously, Joseph hadn't been particularly strict with him, since his main job now involved socializing. However, after Fouché and Lucien's own people issued him security warnings, Lucien was less likely to visit this lady or that young lady as often as before.

Even when he needed to travel or discuss matters with important figures, he would change his appearance and travel incognito. (Fortunately, he had many people around him who were skilled in these things.) Once the discussions were over, he would immediately return incognito.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. What's worse is that when Joseph discovered that Lucien had been enjoying a lot of free time lately (he had less time to visit his mistresses, so of course he was more relaxed), he immediately dumped a whole bunch of messy and irrelevant things on him.

In Joseph's view, the task he assigned to Lucien wasn't particularly complicated. In fact, Lucien himself thought the task was quite good when he received it. The task was to teach Louis and Jerome mathematics.

"Hahahaha..." When Teacher Lucien received this task from Joseph, he was genuinely happy and couldn't help but laugh as he walked down the street.

"Mr. Bonaparte, what are you laughing at?" asked Edgar, Lucien's bodyguard.

Lucien said, "I've remembered something happy."

"What's the good news?"

"I'm going to be my brother's math teacher!" Lucien beamed.

"Mr. Bonaparte is such a good brother!"

But soon, Lucien discovered that things weren't as interesting as he'd imagined. Because, sometimes, those silly kids could really drive you crazy.

"Louis, didn't I just explain this problem to you an hour ago?"

"Really? No! That can't be! There really isn't. If you don't believe me, I'll show you all the problems I just did." Louis said with absolute certainty.

"Fine, take a look! Give it to me!"

Louis took the exercise book. Lucien opened the book, pointed to a problem, and said, "Louis, you idiot, look, isn't this problem the same? It's just the direction that's changed!"

"What?... Ah? No wonder this problem seemed familiar to me... Lucien, how can you be so cunning!"

"Shut up! Now, can you do it?"

"I got it!"

"Then hurry up and do it!" Lucien cursed. "God, how could I have such a stupid brother like you..."

After uttering that curse, Lucien looked up and saw Jerome standing in front of him with a small notebook. "Lucien, I just can't figure out this problem no matter how hard I try, can you explain it to me...?"

After more than a week of silence, the rioters launched another terrorist attack, this time targeting the Parliament building. Of course, the attack failed again, but the members of parliament inside were terrified.

A few days later, all parties reached a new consensus.

The police department received a significant budget increase and was granted the authority to temporarily mobilize National Guard on duty in various districts. However, many people, especially those who had witnessed five hundred Red Army easily defeat tens of thousands of National Guards, found it hard to accept that the police department possessed a highly capable combat force. How could anyone sleep soundly if such a force were truly controlled by Fouché, a remnant of the Jacobin?

However, Paris did need such a team, and the police department had to be able to use it, but control of the team absolutely could not be placed in the police department. So after some bargaining, this compromise was reached.

This team consists of no more than three hundred people, and its organization and command are under the Ministry of War. (Anyway, the Ministry of War has plenty of troops under its command, so if things really get heated, it won't matter if they have an extra three hundred people.) As for how the police department will use them, it's simple: just have the people from the Ministry of War set up an office in the Ministry of Police specifically to handle this matter.

Thus, this team acquired a special name: the National Military Law Enforcement Intervention Unit.

As for personnel, the army has them readily available; they can be transferred directly from the Red Army. After suppressing the Royalist Party rebellion, the Red Army's organization expanded again, returning to a size of a thousand men. At this point, transferring three hundred men would be easy.

Major Bruto, who also came from the "Red Army," became the first commander of this army.

Now that these objectives had been largely achieved, Fouché immediately began his operation. In fact, while these rioters were indeed well-trained soldiers, and had Royalist Party helping them hide, how could they have remained hidden in Paris for so long without leaving a trace?

So Fouché had been keeping an eye on where these people were staying. They usually hid in the Saint-Antoine District, a slum with few police and seemingly relatively safe.

By midday, the Saint-Antoine District was becoming deserted—most people had left to work elsewhere. But just then, a squad of soldiers quietly entered the Saint-Antoine District.

"Everyone, be careful, approach quietly, and don't fire indiscriminately," said Major Bruto, who was personally leading the team.