After a few seconds, the other person moved a little more.

The other party seemed very patient, slowly approaching, blocking Ling Xiao's escape passage while tightening the bag "pocket", playing an abacus of catching fish in an urn.

Ling Xiao came in through the back door next to the utility room, which connected to the hallway leading to the main hall of the church. The other party is in the corridor, as long as there is a gun in hand, it will be very dangerous for Ling Xiao to go out rashly!

Will the other party have a gun?

The answer is almost yes, and several gunshot wounds on Father John Borg are a very powerful illustration. Ling Xiao didn't dare to gamble with his own life that the other party didn't have a gun in his hand, and such a gamble was very stupid - would the other party use his fists against him?

Time, another minute passed.

In the course of a minute, the other party moved three more times, and was already very close to the hallway and bedroom door.

Continue to wait and will be the target of the opponent's shooting.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and moved towards the door. The sound of his feet being lowered was almost non-existent, and it was hard to hear even if he was standing beside him. Moreover, he moved a little faster, and by the time the other party moved around the corner, he was already standing behind the doorway.

Ling Xiao raised the Swiss Army knife in his hand, just waiting for the moment when the other party appeared.

The other party didn't show up, and he seemed to be waiting.

As early as in the basement of the church in the Holy Land of Poka, Ling Xiao had the gut feeling that the killer who killed Father John Borg was a very ruthless and experienced killer. Now, he's realized it.

Stalemate is not the way out.

Ling Xiao's gaze fell on the door, and there was a hanger by the door, on which hung a black priest's robe. An idea occurred to him, and he slowly removed the priest's robe from the hanger, and then crumpled it into a ball. A second later, he suddenly threw the crumpled priest's robe a few meters away with his left hand.

As the priest's robe approached the corner, it suddenly unfolded under the resistance of the air, and it looked like a man had suddenly pounced on the corner.

An arm and a pistol in his hand popped out of the corner.

Bang bang!

The other party finally appeared, and two shots were fired in an instant!

The killer's speed and reflexes are extremely fast!

However, Ling Xiao's movements were a little faster.

In such a small amount of time, the Swiss Army knife in Ling Xiao's right hand flew out of his hand, drawing a bright straight line in the air, and pierced into the killer's right wrist with a thud.

The knife was so brutal that the killer's wrist was pierced directly by a large Swiss Army knife, blood splattered, and the pistol that was still smoking fell to the ground.

Ling Xiao's feet slammed into force and rushed out.

Bang! Suddenly, there was another gunshot!

The killer also has a gun, and he can draw and shoot so quickly with a wounded hand!

The bullet pierced the wooden plank around the corner with a refractive direction, grazing Ling Xiao's thigh and hitting the wooden floor.

The moment the gun rang out, Ling Xiao instinctively made a leap of a fish on the football field, and his body flew above the corridor as the bullet hit the floor. As soon as he reached out, the pistol that the killer dropped on the ground grabbed his hand!

Ling Xiao's body crossed the corridor and rolled down the corner on the other side of the corridor.

Bang! Bang!

The killer fired two shots, and the bullets hit two places at a height of one meter and a height of fifty centimeters respectively in the corner where Ling Xiao was hiding.

Two bullets hit the wooden wallboard across the corner, and one hit the ground next to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao suddenly flipped his wrist, only poked out the body of the gun, and fired a shot into the corridor.

Bang! Bang!

The other man fired two more shots, and his footsteps were already in the main hall of the church.

Ling Xiao leaned out the body of the gun again and shot blindly. It's a pity that he clearly heard the sound of a bullet he fired hitting a plank somewhere.

Bang! Another gunshot rang out, and the killer fired the fifth shot as he retreated.

With this shot, the bullet grazed the corner of Ling Xiao's hiding place and slammed into the wooden plank of the opposite wall. Moreover, it was only a few centimeters away from the finger where he held the gun, and almost scrapped one of Ling Xiao's fingers!

Ling Xiao broke out in a cold sweat.

In terms of marksmanship, Ling Xiao, who rarely shoots, is obviously inferior to a killer.

Originally, when the opponent's right wrist was injured, Ling Xiao had the idea of catching up with the opponent and shooting the opponent's thigh to arrest him, but the opponent's shot made him break this idea.

Now the guns are very high, if it is an automatic pistol, it is almost the same as a submachine gun, the other party only consumes five bullets, who can estimate how many bullets he has in the magazine? What's more, will the other party have no spare magazines on their bodies?

If you don't have as good marksmanship as the opponent and rashly show up in pursuit, you may lose your current advantage, and you may even be killed by the opponent!

The killer's footsteps suddenly quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the door of the church. During this period, he fired two more shots, and the gun locked a few centimeters around the corner, not giving Ling Xiao a chance to show up and pursue at all.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly leaned out the body of the gun and fired quickly in the direction of the church door. Under the suppression of the internal force behind him, the recoil of the pistol shot was almost zero, so when he shot, the bullets almost always flew towards a point, which was very fierce.

After the rapid shooting, Ling Xiao's body suddenly moved sideways and appeared at the exit of the corridor, and at that moment, he saw the killer who had fallen out of the door. It was a small, but very stocky, middle-aged man of Indian origin.

Indian men are as easily recognizable as Indian women.

After a glance, Ling Xiao's body crossed the corridor, and the left side of the middle corridor moved to the right side of the corridor.

The Indian killer also disappeared in the doorway, and soon, the sound of a locomotive engine sounded outside the door, and it was far away in the blink of an eye.

Ling Xiao didn't chase him out, and it was only then that he let out a long sigh of relief. The tense nerves relaxed, but the cold sweat on his body had not yet dried, and he rarely felt the cold, but he actually felt a chill.

What is certain is that this killer was not sent by Glasu Biotech, because Glasu Biotech would not have killed him until he got a prescription, and this killer obviously came for the human skin.

At this time, the sound of the killer's locomotive engine can no longer be heard.

The killer was wounded in the wrist and did not dare to fight, and timely retreat was the only option.

Ling Xiao's gaze fell to the floor in the right corner of the hallway, and there was a pool of blood on the floor.

Ling Xiao returned to the priest's bedroom and retrieved his lockbox from under the bed. Coming around the corner of the hallway, he opened the lockbox, took out a small clean glass vial, scraped a little blood on the floor that had not yet fully coagulated, and then placed the vial into the lockbox.

The thumb-sized glass vial was used to blend the dye of the human skin cream, and now it happened to contain the blood samples of Indian killers. The purpose of this is because Ling Xiao has a trace of fantasy, hoping that one day he will have the opportunity and channels to find out the true identity of this killer.

Then Ling Xiao went to the kitchen again, found a sharp knife for cutting fruit and bread, picked out all the bullets, and filled the fresh bullet holes with plaster, and processed them for old processing.

Half an hour later, Ling Xiao left the church.

In this half hour, he not only removed the warhead, but also wiped the blood stains from the floor, as well as the fingerprints on the pistol.

He didn't want the priest to find out that there had been a shootout in the church while he was asleep, and he didn't want to attract a police investigation because of this.

"What is the identity of that Indian? How did he get his sights on Father John Borg? And how did you target me? Ling Xiao pondered these questions in his heart.

Of the three questions, Ling Xiao wanted to know the answer the last one - how did the Indian killer find this place and ambush him in the church?

This time, Ling Xiao was also really moved by murderous intent, if there was another chance, he would definitely kill the other party without hesitation. The reason is simple, the purpose of this killer is to kill him, to steal the human skin book and Father John Borg's research materials, but what makes him feel the most stressed is that the other party will threaten the people around him!

However, the opponent's skills and experience are beyond his imagination, although he stabbed the opponent's wrist this time, but if he wants to kill the opponent, there is no chance.

Just after Ling Xiao left, the priest lying under the bed slowly woke up, and then he saw the slats of the simple wooden bed.

"I ...... O Lord Almighty...... How could I be under the bed? The priest shook his head, but he was soon sure that he was awake and that what he was seeing was a real bed board and nothing else.

The priest quickly recalled the little memory before he fainted, and he panicked, "Oops, that generous believer, is he okay?" ”

Thinking of this, the priest hurriedly crawled out, and before he could climb out of the bed, the fifty thousand dollars in his arms fell out. He looked at the five stacks of dollars that were neatly bundled, and was stunned for a moment before picking up the five stacks of dollars again and crawling out from under the bed.

The priest paid no attention to the stucco-filled bullet holes in the hallway, and he hurried out the back door to the place where he had fainted. However, he can no longer see the "life-threatening" Ling Xiao.

"Did he carry me to the bed and leave? Hey, he's really ...... A very nice person. The priest drew a cross and prayed for Ling Xiao.

At the same time, Ling Xiao walked from a remote path to the place where he parked. He was moving very slowly, and he had to get to the embankment where the killer was hiding somewhere in the woods, and kill him back with a rifle. Every time he traveled, he had to observe with his eyes and ears for a period of time to make sure he was safe before moving forward. Although he did not have professional military training, he had his own way.

There was no sign of the killer until the parking place, and the injury on his wrist may have injured his important blood vessels, and he had to be treated and treated in time, so he didn't dare to stay.

Ling Xiao carefully inspected the car's territory, and there were some blind spots that were difficult to see with the naked eye, and he was secretly relieved to make sure that there were no bombs or anything. He then wiped the fingerprints off the pistol and buried them under a tree, along with the bullets he had pulled out.

The killer's pistol had killed an unknown number of people, and he didn't want to carry such a pistol with him.

After half a ring, Ling Xiao drove the car into the driveway, driving in the direction he was coming from. The House of the Holy Servant went farther and farther in the car's rearview mirror, and finally disappeared.

He will never come back to this place, but what happened here is unforgettable.