Shu Lijin really couldn't understand why the Patriarch made that absurd decision. Although the mages of Britain, France and Russia combined were very powerful, they were definitely not as powerful as they could kill Anandre Petrovic.

Judging from what he witnessed last time, the top figures like Patriarch who are among the best in the world are just a little baby in front of that person. Although there are many people now, more than a dozen, dozens, or hundreds of babies cannot be opponents of an adult.

The Patriarch's desperate bet was more like pushing Britain and France into the fire pit. Although Shulijin did not like the British and French, under the current situation, he believed that the only two allies could maintain Russia's orthodox power. Only by relying on the power of allies could Russia survive the crisis.

However, the Patriarch's approach was more like using Andrei Petrovic's hands to weaken these two allies. Why?

Shulijin had a split headache. He had thought of many possibilities, but each possibility was re-denyed by him. Under his continuous calculations, according to the Patriarch's plan, the damn Andre and the Bolsheviks he was in the end must have been the damn thing. Shulijin couldn't understand why Patriarch wanted to help his enemy.

After tossing and turning in the bed for a long time, Shulikin finally made a decision - he must not continue like this! He was determined to use his hands to save Russia. In his opinion, there was only one way - to eliminate Lenin and the Bolshevik leaders!

Yes, Shulikin felt that this was the simplest and most appropriate solution. As long as Lenin was eliminated, the Bolsheviks would fall into a state of leaderlessness. At that time, all the rebellion plans planned by the Bolsheviks would be ruined, and even the opposition among the Bolsheviks would regain the upper hand, and then all crises would disappear, and Russia would return to the right path.

Action must be carried out immediately! Shu Lijin knew that if Lenin was not resolved before the Patriarch's plan was completed, then everything would be meaningless. Of course, assassination of Lenin was not a simple matter. The Bolshevik Troko strictly defended their leaders and tried to enter openly. It was undoubtedly a way to die.

In particular, there was Andrei Petrovic next to Lenin. If he had not been transferred, Shulikin would have turned into a corpse before he could see Lenin.

Shu Lijin carefully calculated and felt that her only chance was to use the Patriarch's suicide plan, use them to open up Li Xiaofeng's moment to solve Lenin.

Thinking of this, Shu Lijin couldn't help but feel a little excited. He suddenly realized that the Patriarch's plan was not all dross. If he could make good use of the loopholes, it would be easy to turn things around with one hand. Shu Lijin, who was in a high mood, could no longer bear it. He rushed out of his room in a hurry. He had to summon people immediately. It was far from enough to rely on his own strength.

After October, Petrograd became cold and wet, and the sunshine of just a few hours every day could not dispel the cold current that spread over the city. Wrapped in a thick fur coat, Angelina seemed to feel that it was not enough. She used a scarf to tightly block the gaps around her neck and took a deep breath. She quickly walked out of the office building of the Central Propaganda Department.

It was pitch black outside the building, and the whimpering cold wind rolled up a ball of dead leaves and dust, making her face full of her. Angelina shivered again and stomped her feet hard, trying to restore the temperature of the lower limbs, which were already numb to the cold, to a little warm.

Looking at the intersection, her carriage was still missing. She was a little disappointed. Time has come, why is the carriage late today?

Every day, Angelina would ride to and from get off work in a carriage sent by her stubborn grandfather. Although Li Xiaofeng had won her the opportunity to work for her, Lao Zhanru did not agree that Angelina lived outside. Tianfu ran and commuted every day, and she had to travel across the entire Petrograd to get off work and get off work every day. She was very tired and hard, but Angelina liked this kind of life.

Looking at her colleagues behind her, who were also trembling with coldness, Angelina was a little envious. They didn't need to wait for the carriage on the cold or hot road. After get off work, they could go back to their dormitory by walking a few steps. Although the dormitory was small and crowded, the heating inside was very hot and they wouldn't feel cold at all.

Of course, what Angelina envies is not the heating, her home is more comfortable and warmer. What she really envies is the happy collective life. There is no old-father or a playboy-like father, who can speak freely, and comrades learn and debate together, without any scruples or barriers. Angelina dreams of living such a life.

Of course, she could only think about it. Although she didn't like the home full of decay, she had to go back. Who made her solemn promise to the stubborn old man? Angelina was a person who kept her promise, even if she was not satisfied with that promise.

Finally, with the sound of the horse hooves of Dedede, her carriage finally arrived. Angelina let out a sigh of relief. Now her legs were completely frozen and numb, and she couldn't wait to get into the carriage.

"Comrade Angelina! Comrade Angelina!"

Before Angelina brought her car door, a hurrying call came from behind her. Looking up, a middle-aged man in her thirties and an ear-like young man was calling her name. Angelina knew this person, one of the editors of the Workers' Road News.

"The Road of Workers" is actually the vest of Pravda. After the July Incident, Pravda was sealed, the editorial department put on this vest and continued to publish it. Of course, there are many similar vests. In fact, since September, Pravda has changed its vest several times.

"Hello, Comrade Marionovich!" Angelina greeted the middle-aged man. To be honest, Angelina was not very familiar with him, so she could only be considered a nodding friend. "Is there anything I need my help?"

"Haha, can you take us a section? The vehicles in the department are all out. It's too cold and it's really hard to wait for the taxi!" Marionovich asked with a smile.

At this time, Angelina noticed that Marionovich and the young man behind him were twisting a heavy briefcase with a lock on it.

"Where are you going?" Angelina asked enthusiastically.

Marionovich said: "Go to the printing factory," he said, while photographing the heavy briefcase. "Take the sample of tomorrow's Workers' Road!"

"Come up!"

When Angelina heard that it was a business, she became more enthusiastic and quickly gave in to the carriage. She ordered the driver: "Uncle Ivan, go to the Red Star Printing Factory in Vyborg District!"

As the carriage slowly started, Angelina didn't know that because of her temporary decision, the fuse of the October Revolution was ignited.

Shortly after her carriage started, several gloomy men were discussing something in a low voice.

"Target No. 2 has started moving. Everything is OK."

"Notify Shangfeng and ask them if they are taking action!"

A few minutes later, in the town of Feseywonovisk, more than ten kilometers away, the wizards of Britain, France and Russia, led by Patriarch, received the news.

"Everything is normal in Target No. 3, it is expected to return to the residence in forty minutes!"

A blonde British man in the lead nodded slowly and asked, "Where is the number one and number two?"

"Target One is with Andre Petrovic, and Target Two has arrived in the city of Vyborg, Finland."

The blonde frowned unconsciously and asked, "That is, if we want to take action, only Goal No. 3 will have a chance?"

"Target No. 2 should have a chance, too." Another man with a French accent suddenly interrupted, "It's okay to do it in Finland!"

"Not right!" The Patriarch shook his head, "The city of Vyborg is too far from Petrograd, where our strength is too weak. We cannot take risks!"

The blonde immediately echoed: "Yes, Mr. Schneider, the Pope is right. It is more certain to take action in Petrograd, and the third goal should be better than the second goal!"

The French man, Schneider, seemed a little dissatisfied, and the pride of the Gaul rooster was rising. He would be even more stubborn than John Bull. "Mr. George, I still think we should attack the second target. Even if the third target fails, the plan will not fail in its entirety!"

"It's up to you!" Blond George snorted softly, very dissatisfied with the stubbornness of the French. It was obviously a foolproof plan. What accident could happen? Could it be that the British Empire could not even handle a little girl? Don't bring such an insulting person!

"Then I'll leave the third goal to you!" George said without any doubt, "We are responsible for the second goal. You are always satisfied!"

How could Schneider be satisfied? The reason why he insisted on his opinion was to show his existence. He was really unhappy to let him deal with the No. 3 goal.

"Stop arguing! Let's act together!" Seeing that these people were about to make a quarrel, the sick Patriarch suddenly spoke.

George and Schneider looked at each other. To be honest, they are not special bird captains. Although the other party is the host and is also the most critical part of the plan, do they need to be polite to an old guy who is about to die?

The mage world regards strength as the most respectable person, but what if he is dying, no matter how strong he is? However, who is the Grand Patriarch? For today's plan, he will sacrifice everything and even sacrifice his life. He will definitely not let anyone ruin his good things.

"If you complain again, all plans will be cancelled!" he said in a deep voice.

How could George and Schneider agree? This plan is related to the country's destiny, and it can be a good thing that is profitable if it can be done. How can we let it go?

The two of them thought about it and felt that it was not impossible to make a step back. Anyway, the stubborn old man in front of them was going to be finished. So what if I give him a face?

"Okay, act as you wish!"

With this order, a plan surrounding Angelina immediately began to be implemented. Several carriages followed her sneakily, and armed personnel with guns and ammunition were sitting on each carriage.

George said proudly: "My plan is to start a move on Garden Street. Our people disguised themselves as military policemen and non-commissioned officers to take down the No. 2 target. After success, they can quickly feedback to Andre Petrovic. As long as he follows the clues left by us, he will soon enter our ambush circle."

"Yes!" The Patriarch agreed without waiting for Schneider to object, "Let's start now!"

Schneider looked at the two of them and snorted in a bad mood. Although he didn't like the plan at all, the few must obey the majority now.

Angelina was completely unaware that danger was about to come. At this time, she was happily chatting with Marionovich and talking about the beautiful revolutionary prospects, and they were all intoxicated.

"Comrade Marionovich, why do you have to send it to you in person tomorrow's Workers' Road Report? I remember that the Red Star Printing Factory came to pick it up?"

"There's no way!" Marionovich smiled and said, "The content of tomorrow's issue is very important. For the sake of caution, I can only send it to me personally!"

Angelina nodded slowly. She was very sensible and did not ask what the news was so important. Because if she could tell her, Marionovich would definitely say it, and now he had no intention of speaking at all, that means that she would better not ask what there is in the newspaper tomorrow.

In fact, Marionovich is a little mysterious. Although the content of tomorrow's issue is very important, it still cannot reach the level of confidentiality. Think about it, if the content of this issue is really so sensitive, will the Central Propaganda Department only send two people to escort the sample draft?

To put it bluntly, this guy met a beautiful woman, who was willing to show off and was ready to fish. If Angelina begs him, the product would immediately reveal the content. The problem is that Marionovich really chose the wrong target this time. Angelina has a high awareness and will not inquire about anything that should not be asked about. So on the next journey, Marionovich, who was determined to chat with the beauty, was defeated. Until the carriage drove into the gate of the Red Star Printing Factory, Angelina did not speak.

"Thank you for taking us for a ride, Comrade Angelina." Marionovich said depressedly. He really didn't want to miss the opportunity to contact beauty like this. He carefully made another request: "Can you please wait for us for a while? I have to go to Smolny Palace..."

"No problem!" Angelina agreed without hesitation without hesitation.

Marionovich, who was full of joy, jumped out of the carriage with a briefcase and was ready to rush to the Red Star Printing Factory. He couldn't wait to hand over the work, and then seize the time to get along with the beautiful woman. If he could have a kiss, he would wake up laughing in his dream.

Extreme joy leads to sadness. Before the poor Marionovich could run five steps, a group of military police and non-commissioned officers rushed up in a flash, and he was knocked to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

Marionovich was completely stunned. Until the briefcase in his hand was stolen, and until Angelina was caught out of the carriage, he suddenly woke up and shouted: "The comrades from the Red Star Printing Factory, the military police and the non-commissioned officers stole the confidential documents of the party. Come on!"

This voice was really shocking. Although it was already late at night, there was never a shortage of active revolutionary masses in the revolutionary area of ​​the Red Star Printing Factory. In less than thirty seconds, hundreds of people rushed out of the streets and alleys - students holding various slogans, workers twisting hammers and wrenches, and soldiers holding steel guns.

The gunshots, and a guy dressed in a gendarmerie who had just stuffed Angelina into the car, fell down, and then the wheels and windshields of the car were shot one after another. The poor driver was beaten into honeycomb coal before he could react. Then the crowds rushed up to surround the disguised non-commissioned officers and the gendarmerie, and a fierce melee kicked off.

"Damn, what's going on?"

The British and French mages who were surveillance from afar were completely shocked. They thought it would be very easy to kidnap a little girl from the street, which could be said to be easy to get it. At the beginning, the only thing they found was that if things were done too seamlessly, it would not meet the requirements of the top. If they could not leave clues, how could they fish and how could they get into the trap?

And now, well, there is no need to deliberately leave any clues. Their kidnapping has become a big deal, causing a sensation in the entire Vyborg area. Seeing the constant workers, soldiers and students coming from all directions and joining the gang fight, they were completely stunned.

The scene is getting more and more chaotic. The helpless mages of the two countries have no idea how to deal with the current situation. Should they retreat temporarily or use magic to break into the crowd and rob the target? More importantly, their superiors are being beaten up and cannot issue any orders.

After a long time.

"BOSS is asking for help, everyone!" The British mage led by the leader finally waited for the order from his superiors. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and without waiting for the French to speak, he led his subordinates into the crowd.

"Damn it!"

The French rooster swears. They really don't come to fight in groups and don't want to get into the dirty workers and soldiers at all. However, they have no choice.

"Go up!"

As the British gentlemen and French roosters joined the battle, the one-sided situation on the scene began to change, and ordinary people naturally could not fight against Superman. Soon they gained an advantage and brought down the chaotic crowd one by one.

Looking around, there were people lying everywhere at the gate of the Red Star Printing Factory, with their noses and swollen faces and their mouths and eyes slanted, but they just didn't see Angelina.

"What's going on? What about the target?" The furious British gentleman kicked the almost scrapped car. "Where is the target?!"

No one can answer his question. In fact, this question is not particularly important now. They don’t know that this chaos is like the wings of a butterfly, and the chain reaction caused will be extremely terrifying.

"What? Red Star Printing Factory was suddenly attacked by non-commissioned officers and military police, and suffered heavy losses?"

When Lenin heard Sverdlov's report, he jumped up from behind the desk in shock. At this sensitive moment, such a sensitive incident occurred, which made the mentor think wrongly. He immediately thought that this was Kerensky's cause, and that was why the Provisional Government was preparing to start killing the revolution!

"Yakov, you should notify your comrades immediately and hold an enlarged central meeting in Smolny Palace immediately. This is the enemy who wants to take action first! We can't wait any longer! Prepare to revolt immediately!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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