It's early in the morning, and the once bustling city has fallen into darkness. There were no longer a few pedestrians in the bustling city. The city's world-famous lights are now only sporadic fires, like islands in the dark, which cannot bring much light to the world, and then sets off the depth of this dark curtain.

The weather hasn't been good lately, and the sky is always overcast and rarely clear. And from midnight, the sky began to drizzle, and the streets and alleys were even less pedestrianized.

The drizzle of early winter with a biting chill drilled through every crevice in the human body, as if it was going to freeze people, and it looked like it would not be long before it snowed, right?

However, this biting chill can't drive away the boiling blood in people's hearts.

In the midst of the cold wind, Lola walked forward without squinting, without hesitation.

Although she was wearing thick men's clothes, she couldn't completely resist the cold in this drizzle, but even so, she still didn't feel the cold, because ...... The blazing passion in her heart has provided her with untold calories that make her fearless.

She was as light as a swallow, and walked swiftly on the path that she had memorized so many times in her mind, almost as if she were rushing—for she knew that there was too little time left for her to be wasted. As she walked, she carefully lowered the brim of her hat to make sure no one could see her face clearly, while also holding the gun tightly in her hand in case anything happened on the road.

Yes, even in this kind of weather, even if she chooses a very remote path, it is impossible for there to be no one on the road.

Some of them were just as stealthy and hurried as she was, and seemed to hold the same secret secrets; Others, in the shadows of the street corners, conversed with the rogue warblers in jargon, and agreed on the resources needed for the next pleasure; There are even some drunks who lie on the ground despite the cold weather, screaming and screaming, casting a color of unreality on the qiē.

Lola turned a deaf ear to this, and walked forward, her steps hurried and rhythmic, as if it were a short movement like a gust of wind. This scene is full of dirty and rough pictures, which originally had absolutely nothing to do with the banker's eldest lady, however, for the sake of the ideal glamorous goal, she can endure this qiē.

Water and dirt smeared her trouser legs, outlining strange lines.

In the darkness of no one looking, she followed the route of her memory to the Seine.

The sound of the river flowing quietly was like a soft and soothing short movement, which cooled the boiling passion in her heart a little. She stood quietly by the river, looking at the opposite bank, and then took a deep breath.

Then, she frowned slightly, obviously unhappy with the smell coming from her nose.

The Seine in this era is certainly not as clear as it is in the 21st century, because of the sewage and garbage that people discharge into it, it is jet black, it emits a foul smell, and sometimes there are several nameless corpses floating - this is certainly not a good experience for Lola.

I don't know why, Lola suddenly smiled slightly wryly.

She watched the sparse lights on the other side for a moment.

The wind was blowing on both sides of the Seine, making Lola's face hurt slightly.

It seemed that all of them had fallen silent, only the sound of the river flowing, and the whole city and the whole country seemed to be staring at her. The flickering lights in front of me seemed to be asking who was asking what the hell were you doing!

I'm doing what I have to do.

She replied coldly in her heart.

Then she turned and walked along the river, without any pause—a moment of calm, only for a more fiery outburst to follow.

As she walked, she looked up, looking for the bridge in her memory.

In 1896, in honor of the Russian Tsar Alexander III, who concluded an alliance with France, a bridge named 'Alexander III' was built here, a unique single-span steel arch bridge that is widely regarded as the most ornate bridge in Paris because of its shape and the intricate sculptures on it. In the here and now, of course, the bridge was nowhere to be seen, so she had to walk a little further to find a bridge large enough to cross the Seine.

After walking for a while, she finally walked along the bridge in her memory and walked to the other side of the river.

The drizzle slowly washed the earth with a layer of moisture, and it also made Yiqidu look a little hazy.

Lola had slowed down and leveled out her breathing so that she could regain her energy quickly.

Because, she knows, her destination is almost there.

After a careful walk through the streets, she came to the door of a small mansion, and then she looked up and looked carefully at the window of the bedroom in the distance.

It was nice that the bedroom was not bright.

It seemed that he had fallen into a deep sleep, as he had expected.

It was one of the few temporary residences of my brother, and sometimes when he was too late to come home, the young Monsieur Maurice de Beauvang would rest in such a place. In the past few years, she has already had a clear understanding of the terrain here, and even several other places where her brother has settled, and there is probably no one in the world who knows her brother's whereabouts better than her.

When she knew in advance that her brother would be hosting an event with his friends tonight, she was sure that he would come back to rest after a party with his friends, because he would not dare to come home full of alcohol.

That's why Lola, after careful consideration, chose to do it tonight - no one sleeps more deeply than someone who falls asleep after getting drunk.

Ignoring the locked gate, Lola went straight to the side of the iron fence and found the gap in a clump of vines that she had sawn open.

Then, she slipped through the gap quickly, making no noise.

There was a meadow in the vestibule of the mansion with small bonsai in the grass, and Lola carefully bypassed these obstacles and walked to the side of the mansion.

Then, she stopped abruptly, and instead of going around the front and entering the mansion.

It's not that she doesn't know the way, but she knows the layout of the mansion - the lower floor is the dining room, there is a living room, a billiard room, and there is a staircase in the living room that leads to the second floor, and the bedroom on the left side of the second floor is where her brother sleeps.

Over the years, she has had the opportunity to survey these places and make all sorts of arrangements.

However, she did not intend to go down this path.

Because my brother's bodyguard was also sleeping soundly on the first floor at this time. Although she had the key to the replica of the mansion on her, she was not confident that she would not make any noise enough to wake him up.

However, this difficulty did not bother her at all, she had already made an unknown amount of preparation for this and spent a lot of effort.

Following her memory, she found the tree in the vestibule.

Lo stretched her hand, rubbing the crumpled, drenched trunk of the tree, and ...... Her hand stopped.

Got it.

With a gentle tug, she freed the rope that had been glued to the trunk of the tree and disguised as part of the trunk.

That's great!

Extraordinary ecstasy welled up in her heart.

Sure enough, everything was as planned.

In this temporary dwelling, the domestic servant is usually just asked to clean it, and no one pays attention to the trunk of the tree.

There was no time for overjoy, she immediately regained her composure, and climbed up the trunk of the tree along the rope.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the drizzle turned into thick raindrops, making a crisp sound on the ground.

But Lola turned a deaf ear, and she walked slowly forward along a thick branch, looking only at the balcony in front of her.

In the wind and rain, the branches swayed slightly, and she could barely maintain her balance, so she could only slowly rub to the front.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, and there's only one last stretch left......

However, to Lola's surprise, perhaps due to the recent weather, some of the dry branches, much less able to bear weight than she expected, crumbled in the wind and rain, and made a slight but ominous crackling sound.

In the midst of such violent shaking, Lola closed her eyes.

Well, one last gamble on your luck!

Either win a qiē, or make a qiē a sad joke.

She stood at the tip of the branch, then swooped lightly forward.

She succeeded.

Her desperately outstretched hand, at the last moment before falling, finally grabbed the balcony, and then she stuck to the edge of the balcony.

The dull sound was muffled by the sound of the wind and rain, and in the dark night, it did not cause any commotion.

This balcony is attached to a vacant room, and the door to the room is locked on weekdays, but ...... That's just what it seems.

With a slight push, the latch that had already broken fell in an instant, and then she walked in softly.

The carpet absorbed her footsteps without making any sound, and she walked to the room, and gently opened the closet.

Peeling aside the cover of a pile of clothes, she found what she was looking for in the depths of the closet.

A string of copper-colored keys in this depth, exuding a metallic luster.

Then, she gently picked up the set of keys, walked to the door of the room, and gently opened the door.

Then, she walked softly into the hallway.

The thick walls kept out the wind and rain outside, and the long-lost warmth made her feel an indescribable chill even more when she was soaked, and she suddenly felt some itching in her nose, almost wanting to sneeze.

Fortunately, she was immediately shocked and then forcibly suppressed her impulse, so that she did not make such a pathetic joke.

Taking advantage of her face, she gently moved forward along the hallway.

I'm afraid even she doesn't know how terrible she looks at the moment.

After a short, but seemingly long walk, she finally stopped at a door, then pulled out her key and gently opened it.

It's the locker room, and opening one more door from here will take her to the end of her journey.

It is the final destination of a lifetime's long-cherished wish.

Even she couldn't believe that she would be so calm at the moment.

She walked to the door and pulled out the last key.

This key looks so light, but it seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

But, though trembling slightly, she delivered the key to the door.

She struggled to control her strength, allowing the key to slide slightly through the keyhole and then to the bottom, and then she gently began to turn the key......

Sin is finally nearing its end.

The door opened slightly, revealing a slight crack in the door.

Through the crack in the door, she glanced carefully and looked at the bed inside.

She had already made a plan in her mind beforehand, if her brother brought a woman here to continue playing for a while in addition to binge-drinking...... That means she has to kill one more person, and there is absolutely no room for turnaround.

And to her deep relief, there seemed to be only one figure on the bed inside.

It looked like her brother was exhausted from the party, so he didn't want to do any after-activities.

She slowly pushed the door open and walked in softly.

The young man sleeping soundly in the bed had no idea that at this moment, a terrifying black shadow would be so close to him.

Lola stepped forward step by step, her eyes not taking her eyes off her brother.

As the clock ticked by, Lola got closer and closer to the bed, and finally stopped at the bedside.

She was now heavily armed, and there was indeed an unsuspecting person on the other side.

She held the gun in her left hand, but she knew in her heart that this was only a last resort, and she must not use it until it was absolutely necessary.

If you want to solve the problem smoothly, then you can only rely on the dagger in your right hand.

She silently watched the young man lying on the bed.

Because he had just been drunk, he slept really deeply.

Under Lola's gaze, his face was ruddy, and his expression was calm, and he slept like a child.

What a happy and merry young man he was! If it weren't for his brother, he would have been able to live happily ever after.

Lola suddenly sneered in her heart.

At this point, what's the point of lamenting this kind of thing?

She slowly raised her right hand, then set the gun aside in her left hand.

Her breathing was slightly scattered, and her hand clenched the dagger turned white from overexertion.

If you want to kill with a gun, all you need is the strength and impulse to pull the trigger, but killing with a dagger is completely different, it requires full attention, it needs to go all out, and it needs that kind of ruthlessness......

However, she has all these things.

In Lola's eyes, her brother's expression was as innocent as that of a victim.

Can't look any further.

Goodbye, then, sir!

She yelled in her heart, then picked up a pillow with her left hand and covered her brother's mouth, and then stabbed her right hand hard into her heart at the same time......

"Boom!" R1152