Big boo waves.

Well, there is no need to introduce this country, just like their current fist product, what kind of goods it is has long been known to the people of the world, and they continue to shamelessly show off on the international stage, pretending to be innocent every day with the little in the Katyn Forest, and they have the ability to talk about how they killed hundreds of thousands of Lucian prisoners of war back then, and they thought that they had become saints by erecting a monument to the Jews, and they had the ability to summon the ghosts of the Jews who died in their territory, Ask them if the mustache killed them or the big bobo.

Belch?! The above is purely Boss Wang's personal opinion.

At this time, he was sitting in the all-glass cockpit of a sightseeing airship over Warsaw, because this guest from Japan wanted to enjoy the night view of this beautiful city, so he hired a local guide to rent an airship for him, after all, the two countries have a deep traditional friendship of nearly 100 years, and the needs of old friends must be met, of course, the main thing is that old friends have money.

The beautiful women in the airship are also indispensable, this is the fist product of this country's export to earn foreign exchange, but it is this that makes the tour guide work a lot.

Because this guest doesn't like those things that are about to be blackened by men, he only likes the freshest virgins.

God is merciful, doesn't he know how outrageous this request is? Doesn't he know that girls in this country sell yin, just as it is common for girls in their country to go to the sea?

"Mr. Fujino, I wonder if you are still satisfied with these girls?" The tour guide asked with a flattering smile on his face, and the six costumed girls behind him seductively untied their clothes, and then gently lifted them down, revealing their white jade-like bodies inside.

"What about my special requests?"

Boss Wang said expressionlessly.

"You'll know this once you've experienced it." The tour guide said with a lewd smile as he beckoned to a young girl.

The latter turned around with a charming smile, hugged the other girl next to him with a confused look, and made a hungry expression to Wang Yue. While lifting the outside leg and rubbing against his companion's body, the height of the rubbing was very high, so high that the tempting pink below could be seen in full view.

Boss Wang nodded with satisfaction, and then took out a handful of banknotes and told the tour guide to hurry up to the cockpit, don't get in the way of him here.

"Come on, girls, I think we're going to have a night of a lifetime, and the airship should be sturdy enough not to fall for our enthusiasm."

He called six maidens to him, among the warm fragrant nephrite. While playing with the little cherry, he looked down uneasily, looked at the solid tempered glass under his feet and said.

Standing at a height of 500 meters in the sky, the entire Old Town of Warsaw can be seen almost unobstructed, especially the suburban street of Krakow directly below him, and the magnificent buildings with various lights are vividly visible.

This street is almost equivalent to Chang'an Avenue in China, including the Belvede Palace, which is the presidential palace, and almost all of the city's landmarks are nearby, especially the National Center for the Performing Arts, which is just over 100 meters away from the street. It looks magnificent in the light, and the old royal palace at the top of the street and the old city of Warsaw with it as if they have traveled through time and space unfold an ancient picture scroll in front of him.

"It's hard to imagine such a historic building. It was actually built after the invention of the computer. ”

Boss Wang, who was hugging left and right, looked at the palace below with emotion.

Well, this royal palace was built in the seventies, and the real royal palace has long been pushed by the mustache.

As he said this, on the street south of the palace. Two heavy trucks coming from the Vistula Bridge, towing two obviously converted oversized RVs, follow the sparse traffic. Stopped directly in the square next to the Column of Siegemund III.

Obviously, parking is not allowed here.

A policeman who was on duty nearby immediately walked up to a truck, tapped on the door, and shouted at the driver inside: "Hey, no parking here, get out of the way!" ”

The driver, holding the steering wheel, slowly turned his head like a stiff machine and smiled strangely at him.

Under the inexplicable gaze of the policeman, he stretched out his hand and drew a cross on his chest, and at the same time, blue raging fire suddenly rose from under his feet, engulfing his body in an instant.

In the flames, however, he seemed to have no pain, like the most devout believer in the church, and while allowing his body to be burned by the flames, he bowed his head and muttered hymns.

At the same time, the same scene was playing out in the cab of another truck.

The policemen were dumbfounded, and stood there trembling at this strange scene, but soon he came to his senses, and it was clear that this was not something that a human could do.

He turned and fled away in terror, calling for support over the radio like crazy.

Even the tourists in the square were stunned by this scene, and everyone looked at the two raging flames and the strange figure inside, and listened to the sound of them chanting hymns, at this time there was no sacredness in this voice, only the spirit of the forest, as if it came from hell.

Some people don't even understand what is going on, but they boldly pick up their phones and take pictures.

"What's going on? You don't have a fang in your country, right? Boss Wang, who was standing in front of the airship window in the sky, said stunned.

The beauties beside him were also stupid, staring at the two strange blue flames in the night view of the city one by one.

But at this moment, in the compartment behind the two trucks, a thick fog suddenly gushed out, wrapping it in a blink of an eye, and before the people around could understand, then a bang was heard, and two huge pieces of iron suddenly flew out of the dense fog, and at the same time the fog began to dissipate, and in the middle of the fog, two huge silver figures were faintly visible.

"Oh my God!"

Beside Boss Wang, six beauties covered their mouths at the same time and let out frightened screams.

The fog dissipated completely.

In the end, it was a knight in slightly tattered plate armor, holding a huge cavalry spear in his hand, and a small scarred triangular shield in the other hand, a blood-red octagonal cross on the shield, a white robe with the same cross on the robe, and a full set of vest on his crotch, like a Templar who had traveled through time and space, walking from distant history, with the scars of war and the indifferent gaze under the mask.

Of course, if that's all there is, there's nothing too much to be afraid of, what is really scary is the height of the knight and the horse, the horse with the mask is at least four meters tall at the shoulder, which means that the knight's height will not be lower than this height.

A giant, a giant knight, a giant Templar.

It stands majestically on the modern street as if it were a god.

In the midst of countless horrified gazes, the knight's head slowly turned, and there seemed to be infinite sadness in that deep gaze, as if he was remembering something, and then he slowly flattened the riding spear, and at the same time, the horse's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and then the front legs stood up, and then fell heavily. A dull loud bang like thunder sounded beneath its feet, and the whole ground trembled violently, and two and a half meter-deep craters appeared in the trampled street, and broken bricks flew out like bullets.

Screams erupted all around.

At the sound of the scream, the knight urged the warhorse, and as on the battlefield in Jerusalem, the giant warhorse with blood-red eyes began to stride in small steps.

"Get out of the way!"

The police, who had just arrived from the streets, did not understand what was going to happen next, and one officer shouted at the crowd with a bullhorn and then gave orders to the policemen who were hiding behind cars and aimed at them with their guns raised.

"Fire!"

With his roar, the small revolver in the policeman's hand took aim at the knight, who had already begun to accelerate, and opened fire.

However, an even more bizarre scene happened, all the bullets passed directly through his body, as if there was no one there at all, just a cloud of air.

"Ghosts, Ghost Knights, Templar Heroes!"

In the midst of the fleeing crowd, a priest in a robe screamed in horror.

Indeed, this is a ghost knight, a ghost without a real body, but the charging war horse is making footprints on the brick-paved square.

The policemen who were firing frantically, almost all the bullets hit their bodies, but they did not cause any damage, and all the bullets passed through their bodies as if they were passing through the phantom.

Of course, what these policemen don't know is that it is indeed a phantom, because it is the projection of the red queen herself, but from the standard image of a little girl to a knight, as for any truck, the driver is just a prop to make this big drama more forced.

The two drivers were puppets caught casually by Boss Wang, the compartments of the two trucks were empty, and the initial explosion was just a sudden release of a high-density air mass that had lost its suppression, and the trampling of the war horse was nothing more than a series of compressed air bombs that were released one after another.

The air that was forcibly compressed countless times, and the force of the compression was withdrawn at once, and the effect of rapid expansion was no worse than that of a bomb, which can be seen from the deep pit that was blown out of the ground every time the horse's hooves fell.

But if it's just a compressed air bomb, the big boons will cry with joy.

In the futile efforts of the police, the Ghost Knight, or to use the priest's better words, the Templar Heroic Spirit, the speed of the war horse under his crotch became faster and faster, and at the tip of his rifle was like a fighter plane breaking through the sound barrier, gradually forming a brilliant sound cone, which looked incomparably bright, and as the speed became faster and faster, the range of the sound cone became larger and larger.

When he crashed into the first police car in his way, the cone-like thing had completely obscured him right in front of him.

The catastrophe in the city of Warsaw began. (To be continued......)