Those who did not come back seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Otto Rank's side couldn't be contacted anyway, so he sent someone to check on the church, but he found nothing, so many people died? Rao is Otorrank, who doesn't take other people's lives seriously, and can't help but be terrified, restless, a little afraid, and full of resentment.

Syllable!

Otlanc smashed the water glass.

I don't know if it's to hide the inexplicable fear in my heart or to vent my hatred.

"Boss, so many people have died, do you want to call the police?" Stanley asked cautiously, in the past few days since he fled back to London in embarrassment, this master, who was already difficult to serve, has become more and more irritable.

"Call the police?" Otorlank frowned and stared at Stanley, as if he was mentally retarded, it was useful to call the police, why should he spend a lot of money to hire outlaws from abroad, besides, so many people died, and it was not good to poke things out.

Stanley realizes that his proposal is inappropriate, and bows his head in embarrassment.

"You pick a few good ones right away and accompany me to a place." Otorlank didn't use Stanley as a punching bag, he understood the way of the emperor, otherwise he would have fallen into the dilemma of betraying his relatives and leaving him by his temperament.

Stanley nodded yes and hurried away to get ready.

After escaping the catastrophe, Oslank was extremely cautious, hiding in a secret mansion with high security for the past few days, and did not show his face, apparently quite jealous of the young and mysterious enemy.

Stanley understands the boss's thoughts, and this time he used five Knight XV armored off-road vehicles, all of which were new cars that arrived yesterday, and selected twenty top bodyguards who hid guns.

Oslank walked into the basement garage, saw the formation, nodded with satisfaction, and quietly slipped into the steel beast in the middle.

This custom-built off-road vehicle, rugged on the surface, luxurious on the inside, refined materials, and safety performance comparable to the US president's nickname "The Beast" Army One, Otorrank's exclusive rear seat space, experienced fierce church battles, and then travel, only this car can bring him a sense of security.

The convoy rushed out of the underground garage of the mansion and sped along the Thames-side avenue towards the suburbs.

In the western suburbs of London, on the banks of the River Thames, a majestic castle stands tall and majestic, and even in today's skyscrapers, it still makes most people awe and awe.

Fort Saint-Lyle, not inferior to Windsor Castle in terms of scale, also has a glorious history, but this castle has long since fallen out of the royal family, let alone the government, and does not belong to anyone.

Otorrank's destination was Fort St. Lyre, and the gatekeeper saw Otorrank's face before telling the people inside to open the heavy iron gate that sealed the castle gate.

The iron gate slowly rose to the highest point, and Otlanc got out of the car, stopped everyone from following, and walked alone to the castle, as no one else was allowed to enter the castle.

Alto Ranke walked through the doorway more than ten meters deep and came to the front of the castle square, and his eyes fell on the pattern of golden square bricks in the center of the square, crossed by curved rulers, and the letter G in the middle.

At first glance, it looks like the six-pointed star pattern on the Israeli flag, and there is also a name for King David, which has been described in the movie "Leonardo da Vinci's Code".

At this moment, Otolaan raised his right hand, covered the position of his left chest and heart, and bowed reverently to the huge sign in the center of the square.

What makes this manic man so humble?

Those who recognize this symbol will be relieved that it represents a mysterious and powerful organization, so powerful that the world trembles.

Freemasonry!

A lot of people have heard of it.

Its predecessor was the "Sixth Empire" in Europe three hundred years ago, and those who have studied finance should know that at that time, the so-called Sixth Empire did not refer to a country, but to symbolize a family.

The Rothschilds.

A family that has influenced the whole of Europe and the world.

In its heyday, all the princes and nobles of Europe were willing to bow down, and the dignitaries and magnates were the first to look forward, and after World War II, this family gradually disappeared, and it was almost forgotten by the world, and some people even regarded it as a classic example of prosperity and decline, but they did not know that this family hid into the dark side of the world in order to better control another freak Freemasonry derived from it.

Freemasonry is powerful and terrifying, and you can only experience one or two things when you are in it, this is not alarmism, it is not absurd wild history, bizarre legends, it is a fact!

Of the previous presidents of the United States, only a few people were not Freemasons, but these few people had the same experience, and they were all assassinated without exception!

Now the black president was raised and funded by Freemasonry when he was a child, and the twenty-four chaebols who actually controlled the Federal Reserve were all Freemasons.

In the face of such a powerful existence, how could Otolanc have the capital of pride, he was only an insignificant member of this organization, and with reverent awe, he walked into the magnificent building in front of the square, and entered the magnificent hall with a magnificent and quaint dome, and dozens of portraits hung on the walls of the hall.

George III, IV, VI, Edward VII VIII, the Prime Minister who led the people to a great victory against the Nazis, and now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Dozens of portraits, all of which are world-class celebrities.

The reason why they were hanging here was because they were all members of the British branch of Freemasonry at the level of deacon and above, and Ottlank stood alone in the hall, humbly afraid to look up.

"Ottlanc, the archdeacon has given you five minutes, and when you go up with me, you'd better figure out how to explain your intentions succinctly." I don't know when there was an old man in a tuxedo on the red-carpeted staircase in the middle of the hall, staring coldly at Otorrank, not angry.

"Yes" Otollank nodded, and followed the old man up the stairs silently, to a European-style living room on the third floor, which was not too big and full of luxury.

"Wait a minute" The old man in the tuxedo said and turned to leave, but Otorrankk did not sit down, but stood obediently, waiting until the person he wanted to meet, and bowed respectfully.

"Sit down" came to sit down, it was an old man with an unattractive appearance, wearing reading glasses, like a scholar, gentle and elegant, and seemingly approachable.

Alto Rank, however, did not dare to show the slightest casualness, this old man was the British Masonic Archdeacon, Torgros, this is not an Anglo-American name, and the suffix transliterated surname is a standard Jewish surname, which means black.

"I see in your eyes the fear that hides your heart, tell me the purpose of looking for me." Gross looked at his watch as he spoke.

"I'm in trouble, an enemy who doesn't know what to deal with, I almost died at his hands the other day, and only about two dozen of the two hundred people who protected me escaped being killed." Otorranke avoided the heavy.

"Oh" The old man nodded quietly, a trace of disappointment appeared in his dark eyes, and disdain, the Ottlanc family is one of the key forces cultivated by the British branch, but unfortunately, this helmsman is not very qualified.

Personal vendettas.

Sesame mung beans are big little things.

actually turned to the Freemasons to help, and it was a big joke in the world.

Since the birth of Freemasonry, what it has done has most affected the political or economic trend of a country.