"What to do, what to do?" On the second floor of the church, several nuns were already six gods, not to mention other children. No one noticed that the priest, who was their leader, was not hanging from his chest at all at all.

"A bunch of bastards who want to come and rob, don't worry. The priest calmly walked to the side, opened a cabinet, and pulled out an old single-shot rifle and cartridges. As everyone knows, single-shot guns have been phased out of the mainstream since World War II. This is a weapon that may be older than the priest himself. But then again, even today, even if it's old enough to be an old man, it's still recognized as an extremely reliable weapon, powerful, easy to aim, and has a low failure rate. Both the gun and the bullets were oiled and polished, proving that they were well maintained. In addition, the gun was equipped with a flame suppressor. "I'll deal with them. ”

"We should call the police over ......"

"Our police don't do anything but clean up the crime scene. The priest calmly stated this fact.

"But the priest ......," said a nun, trembling. "There were a lot of them, all with weapons. ”

The priest loaded the bullet. "Yes, they have a lot of them, and I only have one. He said mildly. "But I will overcome them not by the weapon in my hand, but by the name of God. He said. Then he turned, closed his eyes, and said a prayer to the void.

"My Lord ......"

"Well, pastor, I'll lend you the strength. This seemingly helpless voice sounded in my ears. With this voice, the priest clearly felt some kind of ...... Indescribable, inexpressible perception. At this moment, his perception was amplified, and in addition to his sensory organs such as eyes, ears, and nose, he had another sense out of thin air. A...... A sensory that lies somewhere between sight and hearing. This sensation ignores darkness like hearing, but like sight, it can distinguish many things clearly.

Originally, in the darkness and the light of the headlights, he couldn't see how many of these bandits were outside. But now he was able to "see" clearly. There were sixteen of them, loosely fanned out, around the church gate, the closest of them about thirty meters from the gate, the others a little farther away. Among these bandits were men and women, with the men wearing various leather coats that represented their wild and tough nature, while the women were scantily cloaked. But both men and women, they all seemed excited and excited, and they seemed to have come to participate in a party rather than a robbery. They had apparently done this more than once, for each of them was triumphant and confident. It can be seen that more than one of them has drunk, and the gunshots just now are members of them firing guns into the sky to vent their passion.

None of these hellish deserving creatures deserve mercy!

Of course, although these bandits are still outside the door, they don't seem to be worried at all. Why worry? There is only one priest in this church, a few very elderly nuns, and the rest are adopted children. It's not so much a church as an orphanage. Of course, they didn't bother to come to this place before, because there was no oil or water at all. But now many people know that the priest did not know where to get a lot of money.

The priest raised his rifle. The night is like an invisible veil that covers everyone's eyes. But with the protection of the gods, the darkness could only block the gaze of his enemies, not his aim. He pulled the trigger.

A gunman fell to the ground. The bullet shot into his brain from the center of his eyebrow, lifting his skull and shattering his brain. He fell to the ground on his back and died before he could even let out a wail, leaving only his body doing useless dying convulsions. The power bestowed by the gods allowed the priest to see the effect of his shot as clearly as he had seen it up close in good light.

Only a few of the bandits were aware of it. The others thought that the shot was fired by their companions into the sky.

The priest loaded as fast as he could, and fired a second shot. The second shot struck another pistol-wielding bandit, passing through his chest, through the heart of one of humanity's deadliest organs, and knocking out a headlight behind him.

It was only the sound of the broken headlights that brought the bandits to their senses, and at this moment they realized that the other party was resisting.

They hadn't expected anything like that. So in a hurry they got into chaos. The leader probably thought that they could hit them because of the light provided by the lights, so he yelled at his companion to turn off the lights, and swore a curse to cut the priest's five horses into pieces.

The bandits' movements were very fast, and all the lights around the car that had been illuminated just now were turned off at once. However, the next shot turned the leader who called himself Bill of the Quick Gun into an immobile solid. Like the previous two shots, this bullet still hit the vital point of the human body, so Bill was killed without even having a chance to moan and struggle.

"Son of a bitch...... He killed Bill!" someone screamed at the death of the leader. "Everyone rushed to the ......"

This cry became his talisman, because the next bullet directly made his voice disappear forever.

The nuns and children watched in amazement as the priest kept loading the bullets – not surprising in itself, for in this chaotic and violent country, who was not familiar with weapons, even if the priest knew how to shoot. But the problem is that the priest is not aiming and shooting as usual, let alone aiming, his posture is very strange, and he is actually with his eyes closed. When have you ever seen someone who can aim with your eyes closed?

True, from the moment he raised the gun, the priest closed his eyes. However, if he was fighting back with his eyes closed, the noisy shouts outside clearly showed that the priest's shooting was not ineffective.

The bandits soon realized that the situation was much worse than expected. The other side did not shoot indiscriminately without purpose, on the contrary, each shot could bring down one of their companions. At first, they thought they were shooting after the sound, but no matter if they shouted or stood still, the bullet still hit them.

They also fired back. The air rang out with a dense gunfire like fried beans. However, darkness greatly interferes with human vision. They were already hiding from each other's field of vision, and by making various noises, they appeared to be numerous and invincible. This is how to force the prey to submit. But at this moment, when they needed to take up arms to fight, they realized that it was too difficult to shoot accurately at this distance at night.

And because the priest's gun was equipped with a flame suppressor, they couldn't even see exactly where the other side was shooting. They could only fire at random at the church in the dark. But, as many people know, this church is a product of the last century, that is, built in a time when it was not as chaotic and impoverished as it is today. Its walls are so thick that they can't be pierced by bullets fired from a normal firearm. Unless it is to the level of small artillery, the fire of ordinary small arms is nothing more than leaving inconspicuous dents on the outside of the wall. All these shots were almost useless. Not to mention hitting the priest, there weren't too many bullets hitting the church.

But the gunfire from above continued to sound in an orderly manner, and each shot took a life.

At first, the bandits wanted to rush over and storm the gate to avenge their comrades. But the few bandits who made the charge were immediately prioritized, and they were shot before they could run halfway. Others fled in panic, fled, and even tried to flee by car. But nothing worked, and the priest's bullet never went unnoticed, as easily as shooting a target at very close range. This is not a battle, but a one-sided slaughter.

By the end of the brief hustle and bustle of the battle, there was a dead silence outside. Only the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and the smell of blood, indicated that a battle had just taken place here.

There were no wounded and no cries of pain. Silence returned. The priest picked up the shells from the ground, sixteen in all, and he did not fire even a single bullet, but all the bandits were shot. This kind of marksmanship can be described as shocking. The priest knew, however, that all this was not due to him, but to God.

The feeling of mystery faded like a tide. In an instant, the window once again became dark and nothing could be seen. The priest let out a long breath, put away his gun and bullets, packed them as before, and put them in the cupboard.

The nuns and children huddled in the room in fright, frightened by the brief but terrible noise of the battle. Other than that, though, they didn't suffer any harm.

"It's okay. He closed the cabinet with his weapons and turned on the lights (he had turned off all the lights just now) and said to the others. "Give the police a call and they'll be here at dawn and take care of everything. ”

"That...... ...... outside," a nun asked tremblingly.

"God has given me the strength to defeat the wicked. The priest said calmly. He reverently held the badge on his chest in his hand. "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. ”

"God...... Father ...... "A little child noticed something unusual. "What are you holding in your hand?" he looked at the cross in the sisters' hands, and then at the sun crest in the priest's hand. The difference between these two things is so obvious that anyone can see it.

"The sign of God. The priest said kindly, touching the child's head again. "Let's go to the prayer room. Pray to God for today's events and thank Him for protecting us once again. ”

"Father, you just said God, isn't God God, and why don't you have the cross in your hand?" asked the boy with an innocent expression.

"Yes, I was once a shepherd of God. The priest said softly, but firmly. "But now, I have found the true God. ”

Several of the nuns were so stunned that they forgot what they were supposed to say at this point.

"The real gods?" the child asked again innocently. "Isn't it GOD?"

"Yes, the real God, of course you can't call him GOD directly, but you should call him GAO. ”