After going around the lakeside for most of the time, Xu Changqing lay down in the grass and quietly observed. As expected, there was a small door at the back of the church. A shirtless Lucia man was squatting in the doorway smoking. He had the bear head of the Sambo Society tattooed on his shoulder, and he was obviously from Long Ze's line.

I saw that this cigarette was about to run out. Suddenly, a silver slinger sticks came out ghostly from behind, and at once it stuck the throat of the strong man in Lucia, and strangled it back! It didn't last a minute, and Lucia rolled her eyes. Xu Changqing gently put the unconscious guy down at the bottom of the steps. He was very hard at that moment just now, and he was sure. This guy must have broken his neck bone, and even if he is cured, he will be permanently disabled.

Lucia's strong man tucked a pistol at his waist, and Xu Changqing pulled it out. This is an MP-446 "Corsair", a civilian pistol made in Lucia. The magazine is only 10 rounds, and the accuracy is also poor. But now something is better than nothing, and he thrust his pistol back into his waist.

Entering the chapel through the side door, the road was dark. Perhaps in order to enhance the religious atmosphere, the church was deliberately poorly lit, and it had to be lit during the day. However, it is now abandoned, and there are black lights everywhere. Suddenly fell from light to darkness, almost blackening his eyes.

The darkness also accentuates the brightness of the long floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight shone on the multicolored glass, and the red was shattered, like spilled blood. Between the long windows, there are intricate carvings. Angels stretch their wings and hold bows and arrows or musical instruments in their hands. They are condescending, they look down on the world.

A Fuso man was leaning against the wall and napping, when suddenly his neck was strangled. The iron pincer-like hand pressed his carotid artery hard! At first he tried to struggle, but soon lost his strength and his fingers drooped weakly. Xu Changqing gently helped him slide down the wall, putting him sleeping against the wall.

This man didn't have a gun on him, only a Fuso short knife. Xu Changqing touched the edge of the blade, it was very blunt, so he abandoned it.

Another Fuso man, with one leg straddling the long wooden chair of the chapel, looked around vigilantly. He was very vigilant and cleverly borrowed the back of a bench as a cover. However, someone suddenly attacked the leg where he was standing on the ground. Grab your ankles and drag them hard! The second brother and the bench were in close contact in an instant, and the egg broke for a moment, and the painful experience made him open his mouth wide. At this time, Xu Changqing suddenly stuffed the hand towel that had been prepared a long time ago into his mouth and filled it all the way to his throat. His cries of pain were blocked in his lungs, and nothing was missing.

This man doesn't have a gun, and it seems that only a few people have guns.

Like a reaper walking in the dark, Xu Changqing moved silently. One by one, people fell, unconscious. He also received a short Walcer P99C with three magazines, as well as a melon grenade. The weapons of these people are really disorganized.

The other party is not all fools, and finally realizes that something is wrong. A voice roared, "He's in!" Concentrated! Icons are concentrated here! Then there were hurried footsteps.

Xu Changqing listened to the footsteps silently, and only three people could be distinguished. Someone must have been hiding in the shadows and not making a sound. He calculated the number of people he had taken down along the way, and the opponent should still have at least five or more combat strength.

Being detected means that the stealth ambush is over.

At this moment, a cunning voice spoke: "Mr. Shirai, come out and talk." There is no point in hiding. If you continue to consume it, it will only be a waste of time. ”

"What do you want to talk about?" Xu Changqing's voice sounded at the zenith of the chapel.

The crowd looked up in unison. However, it was a slick dome, and it was impossible to climb it unless it was a spider.

"Mr. Shirai, or do you have another name? The affairs between the Shinkawa Group and the Far Eastern Society have been involved for more than ten years, so why should you interfere? What do you want? Money? Power? Or is it her? ”

An exclamation rang out from the empty chapel. Although he tried to suppress it, he could still hear that it was Xia Cheng.

A tall and stout man stood in the shadows under the icon, using Xia Cheng as a shield. "Lay down your weapons and come out of your hiding place quietly!" This arrogant tone, as soon as he heard it, was Long Ze Harris, "You think you're very powerful?" If there is a kind, let the horse come! Until then, I'll cut Xia Cheng's throat. If you don't want her to die, you can come out on your own and throw away your weapons! ”

Probably believing that he had a trump card in his hand, Long Ze Harris's voice was very excited, full of conviction that he would win.

"Kidnapping women...... Is this what the self-proclaimed chivalrous Shinkawa-gumi do? Xu Changqing's voice suddenly came from the direction of the skylight on the roof, making it impossible to figure out his location.

No matter how Xu Changqing mocked, Long Ze Harris would never let go of Xia Cheng. He squeezed her shoulders tightly, convinced that it was his trump card.

"If Xia Cheng dies, it's entirely your responsibility. Think about it, if you had surrendered a little bit, she could have been unharmed. As a result, his throat was cut like a dog, and blood was flowing all over the floor. From now on, as soon as you close your eyes in this life, you will see her tragic death. Think about what that feels like? If you're not afraid, come here! ”

Regarding Long Ze Harris's forcible words, Xu Changqing sneered contemptuously: "I don't have such a strong sense of responsibility, and I have to take responsibility for everything." It's you who slit her throat! Even if I was a ghost, it would never be me who was found at the door. If you're not afraid, just give it a try! ”

may not have expected Xu Changqing to reply so resolutely, Long Ze Harris was silent for a while before continuing to speak loudly: "Don't talk nonsense!" Give you ten seconds, and if you can't see anyone again, I'll cut off her ear!" If a beautiful woman is missing an ear, she must be very charming, right? Hum. ”

There was silence in the church, and this time Xu Changqing did not respond.

"Scared? Can't bear it? If you don't stand up, the girl's ears will fall off," Long Ze Harris announced loudly, "the last five seconds!" Five, four, three, two-"

The word "one" was still in the throat of Longze Harris, and suddenly, a cold light flashed!

A meteoric glow lit up in the corner of the church, past the rows of benches, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the eyes of Harris of Ronze. "What ......" he didn't finish a word, and he had already fallen to the sky. A knife flew more than ten meters and pierced his face with incomparable precision. The teardrop-shaped blade pierced the middle-aged man's right eye, reaching the handle.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Cheng broke free and rolled into the rows of benches. Before the people near the icon could react, she had already disappeared in a hurry. Although her hands are handcuffed behind her back, she is still agile and worthy of her family history.

"Over there!" Someone pointed to the corner where the sword lit up just now and shouted.

In the middle of the staircase, on the small platform on the shoulders of the icon, at the end of the benches, three people stood in different places, and they opened fire in unison, and the gunfire rang out like popping beans. The wooden benches were torn apart. Xu Changqing rolled over and jumped behind a stone pillar in the chapel. A 20-gauge shotgun followed, knocking the pillar to resemble the surface of the moon.

Maintaining a crouching position, Xu Changqing lifted the MP-446 "Pirate" and fired four shots in a row. The face, neck, chest, lower abdomen, and the fat man with a shotgun at the end of the bench was shot again and again, and fell down with a muffled grunt. The loaded shotgun then fell, and there was no time to fire a second shot.