Palermo gradually recovered in the early morning. In Sicily's largest city, you can see buildings of all styles. There are both Baroque and Arabic styles, which are the mainstream of Europe, and various styles of architecture are intertwined, giving Palermo a unique flavor.

"Dingding......

The ringing of the alarm clock wakes the sleeping Gabrissie, who reaches out to interrupt the alarm reminder.

The hardboard bed didn't make it a good night's sleep for Gabrissy, but he was content with it. After getting up, Gabricy stood in the mirror and looked at his image, and couldn't help but frown. Messy hair and a slag-shaven beard don't look good at all and need to be taken care of.

After washing his face, Gabrisi took a comb and dipped it in water to clean his hair, then hung up his beard with a razor. Gabricy took all this quite seriously, as if it were his most important thing.

After taking care of himself, he put on his best clothes, which looked like he was going to a banquet in every way, but then he pulled out a pistol from the box he was carrying.

Judging from the inscription on the body of the gun, this is a Colt revolver, yes, this is the more famous M1873 single-action revolver, and it is the shortest sergeant with the gun body. With a barrel length of only 89 mm, the gun is perfect for hiding under clothing, which is what he values the most.

That's right, Gabricy is going to do something big today, and he has already made everyone remember his business, and this gun is his dependence.

Gabrissi's background was not bad at all, his father was originally a businessman, so he was able to provide him with school. Gabricy was exposed to anarchism in college, and he strongly agreed with it. And he believes that the government is nothing more than a bloodsucking worm on the population, which has no effect at all.

So after finishing college, he plunged headlong into the bosom of anarchism and openly preached anarchist ideas many times. If it weren't for the fact that he had a fairly rich father, he would have been arrested by the police a long time ago.

But even if he has his father's escort, no one believes what he promotes.

In the face of such a situation, the idea of making a big news and attracting people's attention was born. Do something big that makes a sensation in the world and make people pay attention to their own ideas.

There is nothing more sensational in the world than the assassination of a monarch, and the one he chose is the new king Umberto I, so these days he keeps an eye on the king's movements while preparing weapons and assassination plans.

Fortunately, the new king had only been on the plane for about a year, and he was often inspected and was the focus of newspaper reports, so he was much less troubled.

On the wall of the restroom is a photograph of Umberto I cut from a newspaper.

After some care, no one could tell that Gabrisi was an Assassin, and he took off his top hat and went out satisfied, and today would be a day to remember.

The Norman palace in Palermo was built in 1100 as a new royal court by the Romans, and later built by the Byzantines and Arabs, adding two different styles to make the palace even more exotic, so much so that it was valued by the Sicilian kings during the Kingdom of Sicily and became the residence of the kings.

After the unification of Italy, it was taken over by the royal family and became the residence of the king when he arrived in Palermo. Umberto, after his tour to Palermo, naturally lived here.

Now that Umberto, as the king, is also ready to go out, today he needs to go to the town hall to listen to the city plan of the mayor of Romi, have lunch with local celebrities at noon, and in the afternoon there is a parade with the people, so that the people of Palermo can feel the goodwill of the new king.

"Your Majesty, you're ready to go."

Baron Felimich, the head of the guard, walked into the room and told Umberto, who was reading the information.

"Alright, let's go."

Putting away the materials in his hand, Umberto, dressed in a ceremonial dress, walked out with the chief of the guard.

On the roads inside the palace, several elaborate carriages with royal insignia were already waiting here, as were the cavalry guards in charge of the guards.

After Umberto and his entourage boarded the carriage, the convoy slowly walked out under the command of the coachman. At this time, the cavalry guards guarded the convoy and escorted His Majesty to the town hall.

The motorcade leaving the Palais de la Romanes was driving down the streets, and the streets were lined with crowds of people who wanted to see the king's might, and the police had to block them as hard as they could to prevent anyone from suddenly disturbing the convoy.

Gabricy didn't blend in with the crowd, because he secretly bought a copy of the king's itinerary, and he would be in the right place at the right time to deliver the king's fatal blow.

Unaware of the fact that there were people outside who were worried about him, Umberto, who was familiar with the information in his hand in the carriage. Although the continuous days of inspections made his eyes look tired, it was also his responsibility, and he needed to know about today's work, especially the celebrities who had lunch at noon, and even more so the development of Palermo, and he needed to have a full understanding of these people.

Although these things can be understood by the chief of the guard, and he can wait for the chief of the guard to give hints, for Umberto, the introduction of the chief of the guard is not the same as speaking by himself, and it can bring these celebrities closer together. This is very important for the Kingdom.

By the time the convoy arrived at the town hall, Mayor Nalsh was already waiting at the gate with his officials.

"Welcome to Palermo."

The mayor led people to greet Umberto, who got out of the car.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for the welcoming ceremony, which made a deep impression on me."

Umberto casually thanked him and entered the town hall with the mayor in tow.

And when the king entered the town hall, the welcoming crowd dispersed, revealing the figure of Gabrissi.

That's right, he is also here, mainly to get acquainted with his target, King Umberto, after all, his photos in the newspaper are too blurry, and only by seeing them with his own eyes can he guarantee that there will be no mistakes.

Now that he saw his goal, Gabricy left satisfied, and he would not return until the afternoon.

The sun is gradually rising, and the heat emitted is already a little uncomfortable.

But the crowd in Palermo was not affected at all, and at noon there were people gathered in the town hall square, holding the flag of the Kingdom of Italy, others holding portraits of His Majesty, and waiting for His Majesty's outing.

Gabrisi was also among them, and in order to disguise his identity, he also held a flag of the Kingdom of Italy, and squeezed into the front, even though the sweat had soaked his back.

He didn't have to wait long for the police to maintain order, and to his delight, a white open-top carriage appeared at the town hall, and it seemed that the target was about to appear, which made him even more excited.

The waiting crowd was the same, and they were shouting excitedly for the king.

It didn't take long for Umberto to appear at the door, smiling and waving to the waiting crowd.

"Mayor Narsh, you and I will ride in the same car."

At the side of the carriage, King Umberto's words made His Excellency the Mayor ecstatic.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The excited Mr. Mayor waited until King Umberto got into the car, then sat down opposite the king excitedly, and squeezed the chief of the guard to the other side by the way, which made the chief of the guard, Baron Felimich, frown slightly. However, seeing that the mayor apologized to him, he didn't say anything about it. And afterwards, he regretted it very much.

When everyone was on board, the parade under the protection of the Guards cavalry began. The people of Palermo showed great enthusiasm for the new king, waving in salute him. In the face of the enthusiastic people, King Umberto also responded, and everything seemed so natural.

"It's close."

"It's closer."

Gabrisie, who was in the crowd, watched ecstatically as the carriage came by. On the way, the flag was quietly lowered and waited for the carriage to arrive. At this moment, he did not have the excitement of wanting to act at all, but was unusually calm, calm enough to observe the movements of the target and the car.

The one sitting opposite the king was the mayor of the city, who was waving to the people with his target, and what he was holding back was supposed to be a security officer, because he was looking around vigilantly, but because of the mayor's cover, he had some difficulty seeing his side.

When the carriage reached his side, Gabricy appeared on the road as if he wanted to regain his balance, pretending to be tripped over in excitement. This move made the cavalry guarding on the side couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he took advantage of the moment when the cavalry was stunned, and quickly took out his pistol. He was very proficient in this movement, because he had practiced it thousands of times before, and he knew that he had limited time and had to draw his gun and shoot in the shortest possible time.

He did the same at this rare moment. More crucially, the target in front of him turned his head to the other side, unaware of his sudden assassin. There's no better opportunity than this, and God is helping you.

"Smack, smack, smack."

Before anyone else could stop him, Gabrissi fired three shots in quick succession at close range, all of which hit the king.

The sudden shooting stunned the scene, and before Gebrissi could shoot again, the reacting guards rushed up and subdued him.

It's just that the blood stains on the king's body are so eye-catching.