The telephone pole above is a street lamp, and I quickly made a mistake. Because during the French Revolution, the great nobles were often hanged by Jacobins on street lamps.

Also, February 1st is going to be on the shelves, kneel here in advance and beg all the officials to subscribe to a wave!

The lunch ended with Mendeleev's departure, which he had to leave early because he needed to attend a meeting in Paris. Eventually, after Gallion, Zola, and Turgenev had eaten the meal, they planned to go back.

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Excellency Turgenev."

Garion shook his hand and said gratefully, "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have known how to convince His Excellency Mendeleev." ”

Turgenev smiled, and he asked rhetorically, "I didn't do anything, but His Excellency Garion persuaded Mendeleev in a few words, and this is what impressed me the most." Sometimes the Russians don't have a good temper, so please forgive me. But I'm curious to know now, how does Garion know about the recent movements of the Winter Palace? ”

"Huh?"

Garion was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, did he tell the other party that he was a traverser?

Turgenev continued, "I received a letter from a noble friend of the court three days ago, and what His Excellency Garion said was almost exactly what was written in the letter, and I am also curious if His Excellency Garion also has a friend in the Winter Palace who inquired about the news? ”

"I guess."

Garion hurriedly waved his hand, rejecting Turgenev's conjecture. He said with a smile, "If you analyze the situation in the past few years, it is easy to draw conclusions." I am not as powerful as His Excellency Turgenev. ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Turgenev glanced at him meaningfully, and said unhurriedly, "Your Excellency Garion's conjecture has a super high degree of similarity with reality. I was amazed. ”

As the trio walked out of the gate, they caught the attention of the Assassins who had been waiting on the street.

When he saw the familiar figure pushing open the door of the restaurant and walking towards the street in the opposite direction of him, the assassin finally couldn't bear it anymore. He measured the distance and took two steps forward, standing at an appropriate distance.

Then, in full view, he pulled out his pistol, pressed down the impact safety with his thumb, and aimed it at Garion, who was walking across the street as he walked out of the restaurant, talking and laughing.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a galloping carriage passed between him and Garion. At that moment, a piercing gunshot rang out.

At a distance of about ten meters, the projectile fired from the barrel of the gun hit the carriage of the carriage and passed through the empty carriage, however, the bullet was deflected, and the first shot did not hit Galion, but Zola, who was beside him.

After the shooting, the woman's screams rang out in the street.

Garion only heard the sound of the window glass shattering behind him, and Zola fell down with his bloody shoulder, and the seeping blood quickly soaked his shoulder, and the whole person turned pale and clenched his teeth.

He pulled out his pistol from behind his back and was about to shoot back, but Turgenev, who was walking next to him, snatched his pistol and rushed forward without fear, leaving only one sentence echoing in Garion's ears.

"Garion, take care of Zola, I'll deal with this guy."

Looking at the tall back that rushed forward, there was only one adjective in Garion's mind: Fighting Nation.

In these years, can even writers in Russia be so able to fight?

Turgenev was one of the few people who could remain calm in the face of this situation, thanks to the fact that his father was the commander of a cavalry regiment in Tsarist Russia, and as a child he often followed his father in the field to shoot deer and ducks with shotguns and pistols, so he was familiar with the various operations of firearms.

When encountering a sudden attack, he exudes the calmness of a quasi-soldier. The incessant sound of gunfire did not interrupt his concentration.

Because Turgenev saw that the other party was just a civilian with a gun shooting indiscriminately, especially when the first shot did not hit Garion, the whole person began to panic, and while retreating, he shot indiscriminately in his direction. He didn't care about the crowd around him.

On the contrary, my goal is very safe.

A revolver using black powder at a distance of more than ten meters is equivalent to catching a blind shot, and the hit depends entirely on faith.

However, this believer was not very lucky today, God did not hear his prayers and was on his side. Turgenev managed to dodge two shots, ran behind a wall of cover, and leaned out half-way.

The attackers had run out of bullets and were fleeing in a panic. He was still muttering that God bless himself.

Today, however, God has chosen to side with the Orthodox Church.

Turgenev raised his pistol and aimed it at his thigh.

Then pull the trigger.

Bang.

Only a gunshot of black powder explosion was heard, and in an instant, a pool of blood splashed on the attacker's thigh. The running assassin felt only an unbearable pain, and fell to the ground under the effect of inertia, clutching his thighs and screaming in pain.

On the other side of the street, Garion leaned over Zola's shoulders with his clothes and looked in the direction of the attacker's flight, fearing that the attacker had other accomplices, until the police who rescued him appeared in view.

At the same time, the policemen patrolling nearby also rushed up, and they immediately rushed forward, holding down the attacker who had fallen to the ground, and isolating the armed Turgenev from the attacker.

"Sir, please calm down."

Turgenev did not resist, and the police immediately confiscated his gun, pointed it at himself, and said, "Now that he is our prisoner, you have no right to dispose of him privately." ”

"I know."

Turgenev raised his hands very interestingly, signaling that he would not move, he pursed his lips, his eyes motioned to the other side of the street to help the injured man who fell to the ground, and said calmly, "My friend is injured, and now I have to rush him to the hospital." ”

"You can't go yet."

The policeman said impatiently, "Shoot at the street with a gun, you didn't see it." ”

"I'm fighting back in self-defense, and you'd better figure out who the killer is trying to assassinate, Mr. Policeman."

Hearing this threat, the policeman said rudely, "I don't care who he is, the police don't need your fingers to handle the case, believe it or not, I'll detain you for one night first, Russian." ”

The policeman was arrogant at first, and did not pay attention to the fellow with a Slavic French accent, but when he heard Turgenev say the next sentence, his face suddenly turned pale.

"I'm sorry, but the assassin assassinated Princess Mathilde's guest, and annoyed the royal family of Bonaparte, you know what will happen."