Squeak! !
The bullet shattered the bolt of the castle door. Russell kicked it open and walked inside with the M4A1 on his shoulder.
He didn't encounter any ghosts at the Continental Hotel in Cairo yesterday, which made him very melancholy and felt like he was being targeted.
"The damn Goblet organization actually took advantage of the large number of people to bully the small number of people. It used the human sea tactic to disperse all the members, making it impossible for me to find the key target."
Russell said angrily, the tactics were too shameless and he had no choice.
At the same time, Russell decided to wash his hands after finishing this job tonight and return to New York tomorrow to continue being his evil nemesis.
Although he is currently working as a crime buster, fighting crime on a global scale is too conspicuous. During his suspension, he just wants to keep a low profile and does not want to attract too much attention.
The decoration of the castle did not destroy the historical sedimentation of the Middle Ages. Some lights were simply installed, and extremely retro tools-torches were used for the rest of the lighting!
If the owner here is not deliberately showing off, it can only mean that the other party has a hole in his brain and a hole in his IQ.
Electromagnetic waves swept across the entire field. Russell quickly walked toward the crowd. The hunting target was tightly protected by bodyguards. There were less than a hundred people in total. Compared with the previous battles, this manager had no airs at all.
"He is a smart man. He knows that quantity cannot change the outcome, so he simply leads to death."
After walking up the spiraling stone steps, Russell entered the open-air top floor of the castle. In a small open space, bonfires were piled up, and the orange-red flames illuminated the ground.
He glanced past the bodyguards who were waiting for him and saw the target person, Gianna Dantonio, a middle-aged Italian. Only looking at her elegant dress and temperament, who would have thought that this was a criminal with bloody hands. Where is the family patriarch!
Gianna shuddered at Russell's sight. She swallowed and looked at the Bishop of St. Louis beside her. She lowered her head and said, "Bishop of St. Louis, he is Russell from New York, the devil who slaughtered ten thousand lives in seven days."
"My good sister, is she really crazy or fake? I don't want to die with her!"
With a ferocious look on his face, Michael whispered to Gianna. Looking at his eyes, he wanted to strangle his sister to death on the spot.
He dared to accompany her because he believed in his sister's intelligence and thought of ways to deal with Russell, such as feeding the devil with his body, finding him a powerful brother-in-law, etc.
Although Gianna's beauty and youthfulness are no longer there,...
What if the murderous demon king likes this!
Especially her ladylike temperament, her allure is far beyond what young and beautiful girls can match. Many young people are fascinated by her and are willing to work for her.
But in the end, facing the murderous devil who was sweeping the underground world, his extremely shrewd sister actually pinned her hopes on an old man with a white beard.
It's so ridiculous. Mike had always thought that the old man was just going through the motions and acting as a mascot.
"Shut up, Michael, put away your rudeness."
Gianna snorted coldly with a frosty look on her face, and then said to the Bishop of St. Louis in a respectful manner: "Bishop of St. Louis, the friendship between our family and the Holy See will last forever. Please be sure to lend a helping hand."
"..."
Michael was in despair, eliminating the possibility, knowing that he was going to die today.
"There is no need to say anything. There has never been any friendship between the Holy See and your family. I am here today to repay the favor I owe to my father. Apart from that..."
The bearded Bishop of St. Louis opened his eyes and looked Russell up and down. He was holding a gun and was standing still. He was wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette in his mouth at night. He looked casually without any formality.
The Bishop of St. Louis is well-informed and naturally does not look at people superficially. He knows that skin is not important, but the inner soul is the key.
As for the soul in Russell's body, the Bishop of St. Louis could not get a glimpse of its true identity despite several attempts. He only knew that there was endless darkness blocking his sight.
"The power of evil!"
The Bishop of St. Louis spoke seriously, feeling that it was not serious enough, and added: "It's terrible, huge and evil!"
When Russell heard this, he stood up straight and lifted up his belt. He was very embarrassed. The old man had good taste, but it was enough to know this kind of thing. It was not suitable to say it in public.
low profile.
"Is the old man over there here to prop up the show?"
Russell gave a friendly reminder: "If you want to clean up evil, you might as well consider the two bastards around you first. My level is too high and you are not qualified to challenge me."
"Devil, put away your arrogant face, Rome is in front of you..."
"Stop!"
Russell raised his hand to stop, and sighed: "If you want to say that this old man has a high status, then don't say it, because my status is higher, and he is not qualified to be known by my name. That's it."
Gianna's eyes widened angrily upon hearing this, and when she was about to say something, the Bishop of St. Louis raised her hand to stop her.
"He is right. In terms of identity and status, I am indeed not qualified to say my name. Besides, it is not a wise move to say my name in front of the devil."
The Bishop of St. Louis looked deeply at Gianna and the two: "I don't understand what they did to provoke such a powerful devil to come to the world in person."
"The Bishop of St. Louis, he..."
Upon hearing this, Gianna looked at Russell with fear in her eyes, and said tremblingly: "Archbishop, are you also afraid of the power of the devil?"
"Shut up, stand aside and don't interrupt."
The Bishop of St. Louis scolded, and Michael De, who was next to him, pulled his sister away. He thought the old man's acting skills were great and wanted to see how it would develop next.
Will he take out the Holy Grail or other sacred objects from behind his butt, put on a good show to expel the devil, and then be shot in the head by Russell?
The Bishop of St. Louis looked directly at Russell and said: "The devil has the power to destroy the world. I am not your opponent, but..."
"There is no but, I have used this method before. First, I will overwhelm my opponents, and then subdue them, thus highlighting my own strength."
Russell waved his hand: "But not today, unless we can invite the next angel, preferably one with six wings, otherwise don't brag, it will explode!"
The Bishop of St. Louis was stunned. He did have this idea and asked an angel to come down to earth to drive the devil back to hell.
"As expected!"
He raised the cross necklace on his chest, then opened the Bible he carried with him, and solemnly prayed: "Our Father in heaven, may your name be hallowed by all the world... May your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth, as Together in heaven.”
A long prayer was enough for Russell to have a meal, take a bath, and then return to New York to have a heart-to-heart talk with the bankrupt sisters.
But he did not interrupt, and waited with full expectation for the angel to come to the world. As long as the angel dared to show up, he dared to build relationships and rush in to meet God.
Finally waiting for this day, he was still a little excited thinking about it.
After praying, the Bishop of St. Louis closed the Bible, and the cross he held high above his head bloomed with light. A ray of holy light shot straight into the sky, turning from dark to bright, illuminating most of the night sky.
At the same time, the bells of the Roman Cathedral rang, and the melodious sound conveyed solemnity.
In the open space, the 100 members of the Dantonio family knelt down and recited devout prayers.
It is strange that they have faith, but it does not prevent them from being outside morality and law.
Michael opened his mouth wide and looked at the white door that slowly opened high in the sky. He confirmed that this was not magic or special lighting effects.
This is bad, it means he will go to hell when he dies!
Michael: Is it still too late to change your mind and become a good person?
In the entire open square, only the Bishop of St. Louis, holding the cross high, and Russell, whose eyes were shining, stood.
The door to heaven opens, and the light can be vaguely gathered and condensed, turning into a vague outline, possibly a person, with three pairs of flapping wings behind it.
"Hahaha, finally let me wait."
Russell's face was filled with joy, he spread a pair of holy wings behind his back, and took out the star sapphire cross: "Look here, it's one of our own. I've been looking for an organization for a long time..."
The words stopped suddenly, because behind the blurry angel, a big stick struck at lightning speed.
After the muffled sound, the angel's fluttering wings drooped and he was dragged back to the gate of heaven. Almost at the same time, the passage to heaven was sealed tightly, and the holy brilliance disappeared without a trace.
(°?°〃)
Russell: Okay, so fast!
Not to mention Russell, who was extremely speechless, everyone else in the square withdrew their horrified gazes from the sky, focused on Russell, and collectively fell into doubts about life.
Jaina: It's over, the family is over, and the high table is over!
Michael: Even murderers can be angels. Doesn’t that mean I can go to heaven?
Bishop of St. Louis: God, did an angel just get slapped?
Actor: He's going to die!
"Why are you running so fast? I don't have any idea..."
Russell put away the Holy Light Wings and stuffed the cross behind his butt. He felt extremely regretful. He had known better than to seek relatives and rushed in.
Also, that person was so skilled at beating the sap.
"God, angel..."
The Bishop of St. Louis held the cross in his hands tremblingly, and looked at Russell with such shock that his beard trembled with excitement.
"It's not an angel, it's a devil." Russell replied angrily.
"No, you are an angel. I was the one who offended you before and mistakenly regarded you as a noble person..."
"No, you're right, I am indeed a devil."
Russell spread three pairs of black wings behind his back, and waved countless twisted black arms from the ground. One of them grabbed the white beard of the Bishop of St. Louis: "Open the door of heaven again. If God still refuses to see me, I will Destroy the world.”
"..."
The Bishop of St. Louis did not speak. He was too old to bear the impact of his faith, so he closed his eyes and fainted.
"What, with this kind of psychological quality, he is said to be a clergyman serving the Lord."
Russell spat on the ground, and the rich darkness and thunder mixed together, causing a corner of the castle to corrode and then collapse.
He put away the black six-wings on his back, pulled the bolt of the M4A1, and walked up to Gianna: "Gianna Dantonio, a senior member of the Goblet organization, did I find the wrong person?"
"Sorry, we don't know your identity."
Jaina's face was as white as paper, and she showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Please give me a chance, I swear, I will never do it again..."
Bang!
"Apologies are useful, why do we need the police!"
Russell raised his gun and changed the magazine several times. After that, there was no longer a living member of the criminal family in the square.
He thought for a while, mentioned the unconscious Bishop of St. Louis, took out the sapphire cross and put it on his neck, and decided to try his luck in the cathedral.
There must be someone who can summon angels to come and open the gates of heaven.
