Wu Jin touched the gun, turned over, and directly led the little mare into the Little Trianon Palace.

Bo Chuanhuo thought: "I remember there is a parking space below, no, there is a stable..."

Vera and Ning Fengbei also retorted: "What should I do if I slaughtered outside by another player?!"

Now, the king and queen tied the red and white roses together. Wu Jinweila and Bo Chuanhuo Ning Fengbei were teammates who had poked the invitation again. The two teams were already grasshoppers tied to a rope.

"Out of the wall lights." Wu Jin spoke briefly.

Vera did not ask the reason and did it wisely. After the lights were turned off, all the ghost waiters disappeared again.

Bo Chuanhuo volunteered to touch the lifesaving compartment, and only mentioned the self-heating device of the eliminated player in a long time: "There are 3.5 hours left to provide heating."

Wu Jin was cautious in keeping a distance from Bo Chuanhuo to prevent illegal teaming and sentenced punishment. Most of the wall lights were turned off, leaving only a faint candlelight in the hands of a few players.

"This is the king's lord." Wu Jin whispered. The little foal followed behind him, with watery eyes and gentle leaning towards Wu Jin. Ning Fengbei rubbed the foal's head: "Why should the lights be turned off?"

Under the candlelight, Wu Jin handed the flyer flying from the snow to several people: "Task distribution. Assassinate Queen Mary."

Vera was shocked in an instant.

Mari Antoinette's fate will come sooner or later, but unexpectedly it will come so quickly.

"The timeline should now be after the war against Austria, France was defeated, and the people imposed hatred on Queen Mary of Austrian descent..." Wu Jin quickly explained: "Of course, these are not important."

The most important thing is this.

Wu Jin showed his watch. One side of the watch was lit with patterns similar to those on the assassination leaflet, and the dial faced toward Vera emitted a faint fluorescence.

Wu Jin switched to Vera's left, and the fluorescence changed direction at the same time - pointing at Vera from beginning to end.

Ning Fengbei realized in one second. He was so scared that the assassination could not find the way, so he specially set up an automatic guide fluorescent lamp - she patted Wu Jin on the shoulder and wanted to get rid of the relationship with Vera: "Okay, Xiao Wu is having fun, let's go first!"

Wu Jin pointed to the lines consistent with the watch, and the vines in the oval badge were wrapped in a few lines of small words: "JacobinClub, Jacobin."

Ning Fengbei had a meal.

"The Jacobins were the main promoters of sending the king and queen to the guillotine. In modern times... one of the few regimes in ancient history that pursued high-pressure and terror. Now they can issue a call to assassinate the queen, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not issue a task to target the king in a few hours."

Ning Fengbei narrowed his eyes.

Almost every history textbook mentions the Jacobins, one of the political groups that promoted the last influence behind the French Revolution.

Louis XVI's teammates will only be the queen, and will never be the Jacobins.

"There are at least two camps in this battle." Wu Jin spoke slowly: "The king's camp, the radical revolutionary camp. I think we are affiliated with the same camp."

In the dim candlelight, Wu Jin stretched out his hand to Ning Fengbei: "Assembly."

Ning Fengbei turned his head slightly, Bo Chuanhuo whispered something in her ear, the girl nodded and held Wu Jin's hand.

Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly heard Ning Fengbei wondering: "Why is the little witch hand so cold?"

Wu Jin quickly rubbed his hands. His genes were one thousand years behind all trainees, and it was common sense that he could not resist the freezing: "It's okay!"

Vera volunteered to help her idol cover her hands, but Wu Jin refused in a panic. Then Bo Chuanhuo tried to show his allies' charm and wanted to rub Wu Jin. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the watch, the red light directly warned him to illegally form a team.

Wu Jin could only put his hand on the foal, with his palm facing out for a while and his back facing out for a while.

The little foal had watery eyes and looked at Wu Jin well.

Wu Jin quickly shouted sorry to the little creature who was used to cover his hands, and his thoughts floated to the stable just now. The knight sword with the letters of J in the flower-shaped body, and another horse led by the boss, was probably also sweet and charming...

After his body temperature recovered, Wu Jin quickly stood up and joined the venue arrangement of the three allies.

"The Little Trianon Palace is densely furnished, and once the lights are turned off, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack." When forming an alliance, Wu Jin explained to several teammates.

Bo Chuanhuo, who has experienced combat experience, simply took charge of the formation command: "Stone steps in the south and north directions, players can only come from two roads. We need a sniper, and once the opponent lights up, they will shoot directly."

Vera bravely shoulders the heavy responsibility.

"If the opponent does not turn on the lights - we must ensure that the assassin will find his position as soon as possible after entering the fire line. Two assault positions are ambushed in the south and north."

Wu Jin and Bo Chuanhuo each took over.

"The last line of defense."

Following the faint candlelight in Wu Jin's hand, he looked at Vera's sniper position. The bench, bookcase and potted plants fell across the ground. No matter how much the other party was a monkey, he could not squeeze in for a while, and built a bunker against the door on the corner of the wall.

Bo Chuan handed the ordinary rifle at his waist to Ning Fengbei and fixed the cover for her.

Crossfire.

A few minutes later, footsteps gradually sounded outside the window.

Wu Jin was quietly attached to the wall and entered a state of static ambush. He was guarding the north gate, and the cold wind blew from the passage, the cold marble surface pierced the soles of his feet and his spine became cold. The heat from the heating device was just enough for the trainee to withstand the severe cold of more than ten degrees, but it was not enough for Wu Jin.

Wu Jin sighed to his hands, and a faint fire light appeared on the south side of the stone steps-

Vera shot in one second.

The watch flashed, and the survival numbers had not yet jumped, and Bo Chuanhuo had already jumped up and eliminated people.

Survival 92 dropped to 91.

The South Gate where the first assassinator walked.

At the north gate, Wu Jin's ears moved slightly.

He heard the sound of the tiny, inaudible rubber soles rubbing against the marble countertop. There was nothing in the darkness, and he stared at him. With the moonlight, he could barely see the flying snow falling on the stone steps, and even the sparse shrubs in the distance, but there was no one.

The soles are still rubbing.

It seems that because of the cold, the snow and water that had not melted under the base glue connected the silt to glue the footsteps of the visitor to the ground, making a sound like peeling off the glue.

He, or she is very close to Wu Jin.

The other party may have discovered himself, from the direction from which the sound came—

Wu Jin hid sideways in the cover without hesitation, and the candles lit up like they were thrown away from each other.

The light at the north gate suddenly shines!

The steps were still empty, but there was a black shadow arching on the handrail of the leaping corridor. Her feet were stuck to the smooth, curved handrails, but they could maintain balance almost strangely. She was stuck in Wu Jin's surveillance blind spot, like a boneless cat, or an alien who practiced Jiu Jitsu. The fire illuminated her face.

This is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pale face as paper and a faint green light on her pupils.

Vera suddenly shot: "Little Witch, run!"

Wu Jin ran away.

It is possible that Vera can reveal her position to remind her that the other party is at least one of the dangerous figures of Hyacinth Show. Wu Jin quickly flips through the information in his mind, and is good at ambushing and assassinating one person-

In the first round, Vera once mentioned it.

"There is also a way to win. As long as all the players in the same dungeon are forcibly eliminated, they can become the only winner. Hyacinth Show has..."

Lan.

Wu Jin slid and opened fire as soon as he hid in the wall.

Lan breathed rapidly, and another strange way to avoid Wu Jin's firepower. Wu Jin then took the person into Ningfengbei firepower area, but Lan realized something, paused slightly, and disappeared into the complex room.

"Don't go." Ning Fengbei reminded: "Little Witch, come here, I'll go chase."

Wu's combat strength is a little different from Ning Fengbei, and Lan is obviously on the same level as Red and White Rose. If he could be stronger, he would be able to counterattack in the moment he saw Lan, but it was still far from enough for a real A-level trainee.

Wu Jin and Ning Fengbei changed positions and moved closer to Vera.

"Ran is a little difficult to deal with," Vera whispered to comfort her: "In all senses."

Wu Jin nodded and knew. If he couldn't win, he could not fight hard. He naturally wouldn't chase and send someone to the official knockout round. After the cover, Wu Jin quietly observed the movements of the south wing.

Bo Chuanhuo was rummaging around the lifesaving compartment in the snow, and picked up a heating device again for a long time.

"The 4-hour heating model." Wu Jin squinted his eyes and said, "The ones who came in to take on the task are trainees with only 4-hour heating systems."

Vera: "If you want to win, they have to end the game within 4 hours, which is reasonable. However, the other two heating sets are not much different from 8 hours and 9 hours."

Wu Jin: "Heavy snow was the inducement of the French uprising. Civilians were not allowed to eat or spend money on food and food. Of course, it was limited to civilians. From civilians to the top, there were also two major classes of priests and nobles who controlled the inexhaustible assets of the entire country."

Vera immediately remembered what Bo Chuanhuo said: "Civilians, priests, nobles, are they three...three-class parliaments?"

Wu Jin nodded: "The French Revolution in 1789 was a turbulent food demand. In this game, the players were forced to take action on the need for heating. 4 hours heating, civilians. 8 hours, priests. 9 hours, kings and nobles."

Wu Jin was still thinking: "The specific functions of each class are not clear - the only thing we can know is that the period for the first batch of players to stop heating is 4 hours. The battle will break out as early as possible under the heating pressure, but."

"If the real mantis stalks the cicada, and wants to kill everyone in one go, he will start to choose the aristocratic status and be stuck in 4 hours. After the civilians are eliminated, the king and queen come in when their combat power is exhausted."

Vera took a deep breath and wanted to throw away the necklace in her hand: "Can I put this necklace on Lan's head?"

"..." Wu Jin choked and quickly comforted: "King, the queen's identity should also have the power to play, but I don't know how to use it..."

Vera nodded and played with the necklace in her hand: "When the necklace was obtained, the watch prompted. The king can redistribute supplies in the parliament."

"Distribute materials?!" Wu Jin suddenly felt something, and the cold wind was blowing.

Wu Jin shook his cold, shrank back, and shrank again for a long time. The heat source seemed to come from behind. When Vera came back to her senses, Wu Jin was sticking to the lifesaving pod of the eliminated player, as if holding a silver ball.

Vera: "…"

Wu Jin quickly explained: "There is heating in the lifesaving compartment!"

Vera Ailian looked at Wu Jin holding the ball.

Wu Jin suddenly remembered something: "Just in the stable, I saw the font on the purple card armor - wait, wait, someone is coming again!"

Wu Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

More than one trainee came.
To be continued...