According to Weiss, living in the bell tower is to "listen to God's bells to atone for sins" every day. [Read the latest chapter] However, when Father Jin Lige came to visit his attendant with admiration, he found that the situation of this half-monk ascetic monk was not good.
"My child." Father Trigg grabbed Weiss Lando's trembling hand in panic. The hand that used to be like an iron vise now seemed so weak and cold, soaked in sweat, "What's the matter with you?" , are you sick?"
Weiss shook his head, beads of sweat dripping down his gray face: "It's just that the old illness has passed, and some old wounds hurt badly. Father, you know that I have fought against infidels and been injured."
He sat on a straw mat in the bell tower, with his back leaning on a pile of debris. His voice was low and urgent, and the pronunciation of a few words was slurred. He was obviously enduring great pain: "All of this is... It’s God’s will.”
Weiss closed her eyes, kissed the cross handed over by the priest, and leaned back on the straw mat, breathing rapidly. Jin Lige felt very embarrassed. Father Lu Ruohua was well-known in Macau for his proficient medical skills, but he had gone to the countryside to spread the gospel. He decided to go to the monastery and ask the two Australian priests to help.
What Father Jin Lige didn't know was that as soon as his footsteps disappeared from the stairs, all of Weiss's symptoms disappeared. He quickly jumped up from the straw mat and leaned against the shutters of the bell tower. The observer at the door of the church did not follow Jinli Pavilion away. It was time to leave this clock tower. Weiss felt that he had seen enough things at the highest place in Dongmen City. He even saw a Marine Corps drill once.
The next day, Father Jin Lige learned from Dean Wu of Lingao Seminary that his attaché had been properly placed and sent to Bairencheng General Hospital. When the priest went to the hospital to visit, Weiss was living alone in a ward. Although he looked very weak, his spirit had improved a lot. Father Trigg felt uncomfortable after staying in the ward for a while. Although the walls of the ward were white, clean and bright, it was filled with an unpleasant smell of potion, and there were iron bars on the window sill, which aroused the priest's arousal. Bad memories of quarantine camps.
Dean Wu, who accompanied him, relayed the diagnosis of the Australian doctor: Mr. Weiss Lando's condition is very serious, and the root cause of the disease is accumulated over many years. If he wants to be completely cured, he will need to rest for half a year or even longer.
Lando himself was not a clergyman, and when the president appointed him as an attaché, he did not explain the purpose of sending this ruffian. From this point of view, it does not matter to Father Jinlige's missionary career how long Talando is willing to stay in the hospital in Lingao. The priest suddenly had a feeling: the reason why Lando suddenly changed into a different person was that he was about to be called by God.
"My child, are you sure you don't need a holy oil ceremony for you?" He asked Lando who was lying on the hospital bed with concern.
Lando gasped and said: "No, thank you, Father. I think I still have a chance to serve God..."
He lay on the bed silently, and the ward was very quiet. Lando didn't think about anything - he had already shown his cards and it was up to him how the Chinese would respond.
He still has a final trump card, but it depends on whether the Chinese are rare for this trump card. After all, they hold a lot of good cards.
There is still demand for my goods. he thinks. He noticed that most of the indigenous personnel used muzzle-loading rifles with flash caps, and the pistols used by the security guards also revealed a taste of indigenous methods of mounting horses. Not to mention the muzzle-loading cannons that Lando saw soldiers practicing.
The Chinese in Lingao lack modern weapons. Just like they only have one cargo ship in the port, and the others are all sailing ships. It can be seen from this that they cannot continuously obtain reinforcements from another time and space, and can only rely entirely on themselves to create everything.
No matter what they can produce, the industrial standards of the Lingao Chinese do not seem to exceed those of the 20th century. Although Lando knew nothing about science and technology, he at least knew that breech-loading guns and metal fixed-loading ammunition could be manufactured in the 20th century. In this case, his automatic rifles and machine guns will be extremely tempting to them.
When Weiss Lando secretly left the ward under the protection of four armed men, he knew that the most critical moment had arrived. The people he will meet will become the masters of their own destiny. He didn't care about this, fate had already created too many surprises for him. The worst outcome is to get a 9mm bullet on the forehead tonight, which is much better than being nailed to a cross and barbecued by fanatic believers.
There were obvious differences between the armed agents who escorted him and the security personnel who "escorted" the bishop and his party from the quarantine camp. Although the leader had an oriental face, he was about the same height as Weiss. The remaining ones also looked tough and burly, and it was obvious at a glance that they were elite soldiers. Probably because they were not performing surveillance missions, their holsters were hung directly on their belts, revealing square-headed Glock pistols - this was definitely not a product from a workshop in Pakistan or anywhere else. Lando suddenly realized that his level had been greatly improved.
Walking along a hidden corridor to the back door of the hospital, it was already dark. Although the street lights were bright, there was not a single person in sight. Only two jeeps were parked there quietly. Weiss was held hostage by the agents and got into the first car. From the corner of his eye, he saw four soldiers wearing helmets and holding automatic weapons sitting in the second car. A light machine gun was mounted on the roof of the car. Although it was just a glance, Weiss recognized it as a modified Serbian m77b1 automatic rifle.
Weiss was sitting in the back seat, sandwiched between two armed agents. Along the way, he resisted the urge to turn around and look back. This was the first time he had enjoyed a car ride in three years, and if he didn't do it right, it might be the last.
Weiss knew that the strategy of proactively showing favor to the Chinese in Lingao was risky, and what he just discovered was like detonating a bomb in his heart. Neither the Chinese nor the French government can equip their armies with such rare rifles. If the Chinese find that ship, once they feel that it is of no use value but is dangerous, they may use the simplest way to beat themselves to see God. But he had no other way to go. He had not completely lost the game before the king fell.
The jeep came to a screeching halt, surprising Weiss, who was immersed in thought. The car had already driven out of the bustling urban area near the brightly lit Dongmen City and turned to a small road beside the highway. Crossbars were erected at the intersections of the paths. Watchtowers, barbed wire fences, and sentries are all available. The jeep passed through without checking the papers. Until they came to a row of dark courtyards. The driver* rolled down the window and spoke a few words to the sentry. After checking the documents, the jeep drove through the gate and stopped in front of a row of houses. As soon as Weiss stepped out of the car door, a bright light shone directly in front of his eyes, making him almost unable to open his eyes. The second Jeep, which had been following closely behind, now turned on its headlights and faced them. There was no doubt that what was pointed at him was not only the two car lights, but also the light machine gun mounted on the roof of the car.
Weiss didn't see anything clearly, and several hands pushed him into a house. He stumbled down a corridor until he was pushed into a room at the end. Several arms pushed him down into a chair in the room. The door slammed shut behind him.
It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the change in light. He gradually saw clearly that this was a bare room painted white with no electrical equipment except for the incandescent lamp on the ceiling. Iron bars were welded to the tall windows. The large cast iron chair he was sitting on was fixed directly to the concrete floor. This is a kind of chair specially used for interrogation. There are special links on the armrests and legs to fasten the chains. A rectangular table was placed nearly two meters away in front of the person, with two closed doors behind it.
Just as he was carefully looking at the meager furnishings in the interrogation room, trying to find some valuable information. The door in front of him suddenly opened, and several people filed in. They did not wear uniforms, but each wore casual clothes. What surprised Weiss a little was that among the several obviously Chinese people, there was a tall Caucasian woman who looked to be in her thirties, capable and beautiful - a typical modern Western woman. She was wearing a "Mao-style costume" made of gray cloth that both Chinese and indigenous people here wore. There was an expression on his cold face that said, "I finally caught you." It reminded Weiss of the federal law enforcement officials he had dealt with.
"Mr. Weiss Lando, you are finally here."
Lando raised his hands in surrender: "This is God's will." He decided to appear as candid as possible.
Selina looked at the man wearing a striped hospital gown sitting on the torture chair with interest. The other person showed her a cheerful, childlike smile, which must have fascinated many girls before - but the brown eyes remained cold and alert.
"What the hell, you finally fell into my hands." She thought. When the General Administration of Political Security asked her to help analyze several photos of suspicious immigrants, Salina recognized him at a glance. Weiss Lando is a guy with a criminal record. When she was working at the ATF, she came across a file on an arms smuggling case. A large number of automatic rifles, ammunition, and even Claymore mines and SAM-7 anti-aircraft missiles were found hidden in the containers of a cargo ship transporting feed. Although the ship was detained in U.S. waters, some DSA58 rifles made their way to Europe and fell into the hands of the Kosovo Liberation Army. v! ~!
