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Before the Revolutionary Party began its operation, the Paris police department had already received rumors of informants. Claiming that the Revolutionary Party is likely to do something on Christmas today, a batch of explosives has secretly entered Paris.

Director Espinas was very nervous, on the one hand, he stepped up the investigation, trying to find out the whereabouts of the bombs, on the other hand, he stepped up patrols in important places such as the Tuileries Palace, he originally planned to let Napoleon III directly cancel the following Christmas celebrations, but under the encouragement of the British and French troops to invade the capital and plunder, Napoleon III said that the celebrations at the Tuileries Palace would be held as scheduled, and he would not compromise with the revolutionary party.

And Galian, as a guest of the royal family of Bonaparte, was also invited to this triumphant dinner. After thinking about it, he agreed to Princess Mathilde's invitation. At the same time, secret contacts with the Revolutionary Party were intensified this month, with a gift for the French soldiers returning from the Far East.

The soldiers invited to Paris were to offer a portion of the looted possessions from the Old Summer Palace as gifts to the royal family of Bonaparte and the Louvre Collection.

The soldiers, who returned home with the joy of victory, did not yet expect that an imminent riot awaited them.

1860, Christmas Eve.

Paris had just experienced a heavy snowfall, and the Pont Alexandre III was paved with a layer of silver, with wheels slowly passing through the smooth snow, leaving two visible marks. The dome of the Cathedral of the Heart in the distance is covered with a layer of snow-white, except for the Seine, which does not freeze, slowly flows through this white city.

Christmas Eve was quiet, and although it was still afternoon, the streets had become sparse and the shops had closed early, ready to go home to celebrate the day with their families.

Garion sat in the carriage, wrapped in his coat and half-squinting at the silver world outside, and the direction of the carriage was the Tuileries Palace.

He was fortunate enough to be invited to the Tuileries Palace for the Christmas celebrations, but his mood was heavy and depressed.

Like the gray sky and the crows wailing in the wilderness, it reveals an ominous sign.

He exhaled a breath of white air, which dissipated in the cold air, and couldn't help but whisper, "It's so cold." ”

"This brutal pleasure is coming to an end."

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A train slowly approached the platform, and the whistling whistle caught the attention of the napping man on the bench on the platform, who straightened his coat and hat, and looked at the carriage full of soldiers in front of him. Each of them was like a triumphant victor, with a satisfied and shameless smile after the plunder.

The last carriage carried the countless treasures they had looted from the Old Summer Palace and was about to be received at the Tuileries Palace.

The train station was unusually cold, and the patrolling police were nowhere to be seen. The Paris Police has recently stepped up its patrols of the Tuileries and the city center, fearing that the Revolutionary Party will make big news at this point in time.

"It's cold."

The soldiers rubbed their hands together and whispered, "If only there was a bottle of gin on this damn weather." ”

"Man, I advise you not to do anything stupid, but this time we are attending a grand ceremony at the Tuileries Palace and being received by the royal family. What if your majesty can smell the wine on you when the time comes? ”

"Hahaha."

The whole car burst out laughing, this expedition was very fruitful, and the treasures captured from the Old Summer Palace made many soldiers worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives. They also laughed at the greed of the British, and discussed how to set fire to the plunder, and set fire to a beautiful garden.

The robbers also took it for granted and triumphantly discussed the loot they had captured.

Another said excitedly, "It's Christmas Eve tonight, it's time to go back and reunite with your family." ”

The advancing train car had just come to a stop, and the doors had not yet been opened. The man on the bench stood up, slumped up, and walked apathetically in the direction of the carriage, his other hand rising into his coat.

Then he pulled out a long strip of help, and it was already dark, and no one noticed what he was doing.

Then he struck a match, illuminating a small area of darkness around him.

The burning flame approached the fuse and lit.

Suddenly sparks flew around.

Holding the explosives in his hand, he rushed forward, threw the explosives through the window of the carriage before the soldiers in the carriage could react, and then quickly ran away.

The soldiers saw a sparkling object thrown in through the window, and their faces changed when they saw the explosives that had been thrown.

"There's explosives, quick, get out of here."

"Don't block, run away."

Everyone ran in a panic in the direction of the door, and some people were trampled under the feet of the people behind before they could stand up.

As soon as the explosives throwers reached the pillar, they heard a violent explosion behind them, and all the glass was shattered and splashed by the air waves. The carriage, which was still full of people just now, suddenly fell silent.

The assassin did not leave, he took a revolver from his lined pocket, opened the door of the train car, and walked in vigilantly.

There were bloody scenes everywhere, and the sulfur smell of black powder mixed with blood and struck human nerves. Some of the soldiers were still struggling in pain, trying to get up from the ground.

After a gunshot, he lay down again.

There were still a few struggling soldiers, all of whom he had hit the vital point with a revolver. It wasn't until he was sure that no one else on the floor could stand up that he took a Molotov cocktail bottle out of his coat pocket, lit the strip of cloth sealed in the bottle, and threw it in the middle direction.

Bang.

The glass bottle shattered when it touched the ground, and the burning flames spread rapidly, igniting flames in the carriage and rapidly expanding.

At this time, the explosion at the railway station had already attracted considerable attention, and the man deliberately threw a handkerchief with red letters written on it on the platform, pressing it down with stones.

The handkerchief was used to mislead the police in the direction of reconnaissance, so that they would not suspect the mastermind behind the scenes, and after arranging the scene, he pressed the brim of his hat and fled the scene in a hurry before it attracted everyone's attention.

On the handkerchief that had been blown open by the cold wind, there was only one sentence written in scarlet handwriting.

The glaring handwriting, which even the wind and snow could not hide, mocked the police officers in Paris.

"We walk in the darkness and serve the light. — The Assassin Brotherhood. ”

The hustle and bustle of the Tuileries Palace contrasts sharply with the quiet snow outside, and from the first moment he steps into the palace, Garion feels the bright lights and reflects the laughter.

Everyone was discussing their own topics, and the vast majority of the soldiers were talking about the great victory that had taken place in the East, and their eyebrows were dancing to praise the great exploits of France.

Only Garion held his glass, putting on a nonchalant look, out of step with the noise around him.

Then he saw a man in the crowd walking out in a hurry, with an anxious look between his eyebrows, walking in the direction of the palace gate. Garion smiled and stepped forward to stop the other party.

"Director Espinas, how could it be such a coincidence to meet you here."

"Lord Garion."

Espinas was anxious, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have an urgent matter to deal with right now, and I'm out of company." ”

"What emergency?"

Garian pretended to be curious and asked, "Look at the face of His Excellency the Director, it seems to be very serious. ”

"Yes."

General Espinas lowered his voice and whispered, "There has just been a bombing attack, and the French soldiers who have returned from the Far East to attend a dinner at the Tuileries Palace have been bombed!" ”

"Oh!"

On the surface, Garion expressed shock and shock, but in fact he already knew it.

"It's terrible."