Article 141 was put on trial

According to Weiss, living on the bell tower was to "listen to the bell of God to atone for your sins" every day. But when Father Kimliko came to visit his attaché with admiration, he found that the situation of this half-monastic ascetic was not good.

"My child" Father Trigg grabbed Weiss in horror? Lando trembled as he stretched out his hand, which used to be like an iron tong, now so weak and drenched in sweat, "What's wrong with you, are you sick?" ”

Weiss shook his head, beads of sweat dripping down his gray-white face: "It's just an old illness, some old wounds hurt badly." Father, you know that I fought against the infidels and was wounded. ”

He sat on a straw mat in the bell tower, with his back against a pile of miscellaneous objects, and spoke in a low and urgent voice, with a few words muffled, apparently enduring great pain: "All this is God's will." ”

Weiss closed his eyes, kissed the cross handed by the priest, and leaned back on the straw mat, gasping for breath. Jin Lige felt very embarrassed, Father Lu Ruohua was proficient in medicine and was famous in Macau, but he had already gone to the countryside to spread the gospel. He decided to go to the convent and ask the two Australian priests to help.

What Father Kimlige didn't know was that as soon as his footsteps disappeared from the stairs, all of Weiss's ills were gone. He sprang up nimbly from the straw mat and leaned against the shutters of the bell tower, but the watchers at the church door did not follow the golden pavilion away. It was time to leave the bell tower, Weiss felt that he had seen enough of what he wanted to see in the highest place in the city, and he had even seen a drill for the Mariners.

The next day, Fr. Jin Lige learned from Dean Wu of Lingao Seminary that his attaché had been properly placed and sent to Bairencheng General Hospital. When the priest went to visit the hospital, Weiss was alone in a room, and although he looked weak, he was much better. Fr. Trigg felt uncomfortable after a while in the ward, which, despite its white and clean walls, was filled with the smell of unpleasant potions, and the iron bars on the windowsills evoked unpleasant memories of the quarantine camp.

Dean Wu, who accompanied him, relayed the diagnosis of the Australian doctor: Weiss? Mr. Lando's condition is very serious, the root of the disease has accumulated over many years, and if it is to be completely cured, it will take half a year or even longer to recuperate.

Lando himself was not a clergyman, and the Elder did not explain the use of sending this ruffian when he appointed him as an attaché. From this point of view, how long Talando was willing to stay in Lingao's hospital did not matter to Father King's missionary career. The priest suddenly had a feeling that the reason why Lando had suddenly changed into a human being was probably because he was about to be called by God.

"My child, are you sure you don't need to make the Holy Oil?" He asked with concern about Lando, who was lying on the hospital bed.

Lando gasped and said, "No, Xiexie, Father. I think I still have a chance to serve God......"

He lay silently on the bed, and the room was very quiet. Lando didn't want anything - he had already shown his cards and it was up to the Chinese to respond.

He still has Zuihou's trump card, but it depends on whether the Chinese are rare this trump card. After all, they have a lot of good cards.

I still have a demand for my goods. He thought. He noted that most of the indigenous personnel used breech rifles with fire caps, and that the pistols used by the security guards also had a taste of the local method. Not to mention the breech cannons that the soldiers had seen Lando drill.

The Chinese in Lingao lack modern weapons. Just as they only had one freighter in the harbor, and the others were all sailboats. It can be seen that they cannot continuously obtain reinforcements from another time and space, and can only rely entirely on themselves to create everything.

Whatever they can make, the industrial standards of the Chinese do not seem to be beyond that of the 20th century. Although Lando knew nothing about science and the like, he at least knew that in the 20th century, he could make rear-loading guns and metal fixed ammunition. In this way, his automatic rifle and machine gun will be extremely tempting to them.

When Weiss? When Lando secretly left the hospital room under the protection of four armed men, he knew that the most critical moment had come. The people he will meet will be the masters of his own destiny. He didn't care about that, fate had already created too many surprises for him. The worst outcome would be a 9mm warhead on the door of the brain tonight, which would be much better than being crucified and barbecued by fanatics.

There was a clear difference between the armed agents escorting him and the security personnel who "escorted" the bishop and his party out of the quarantine camp, and the leader was about the same height as Weiss, although he had an oriental face. The rest of them also looked sturdy and burly, and at a glance they were elite soldiers. PRESUMABLY BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T ON A SURVEILLANCE MISSION, THEIR HOLSTERS HUNG DIRECTLY FROM THEIR BELTS, REVEALING A SQUARE-HEADED, SQUARE-HEADED GLOCK PISTOL - DEFINITELY NOT A PRODUCT OF A WORKSHOP IN PAKISTAN OR ANYWHERE ELSE. Lando suddenly realized that his rank had risen considerably.

Walking down a hidden aisle to the back door of the hospital, it was already late at night, and although the street lights were bright, there was no one in sight, only two jeeps parked quietly. Weiss was held hostage by the agents and into the front car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw four soldiers in steel helmets and armed with automatic weapons sitting in the second car, with a light machine gun on the roof. Although only a glance at it, Weiss recognized it as a modified Serbian M77B1 automatic rifle.

Weiss sat in the back seat, caught between two armed agents. Along the way, he resisted the urge to turn his head and look back. This is the first time in three years that he has enjoyed the service of a car, and if he doesn't do it, it may be Zuihou once.

Weiss knew that taking the initiative to show the Chinese in Lingao was risky, and the discovery just now was like detonating a bomb in his heart. Neither the Chinese nor the French government could have equipped their armies with such rare rifles. If the Chinese find the boat, once they feel that it is useless but dangerous, they may send themselves to God in the simplest way. But he had no other way out, and he had not completely lost the game before the king fell.

The jeep slammed to a halt, startling Weiss, who was immersed in thought. The car had already driven out of the bustling downtown near the brightly lit Dongmen City and turned onto a side road on the side of the highway. Crossbars are erected at the junction of the path. Watchtowers, barbed wire, and sentinels are all available. The jeep passed without checking documents. Until they came to a dark row of courtyards. The driver* rolled down the window and spoke to the sentry. After checking the documents, the jeep drove into the gate and stopped in front of a row of houses. As soon as Weiss stepped out of the car door, a snow-bright light pierced his eyes, illuminating him so much that he could barely open his eyes. The second Jeep, which had been following closely behind, now turned on its headlights and was facing them. There is no doubt that it was not only the two headlights aimed at him, but also the light machine gun mounted on the roof.

Weiss didn't see anything, and a few hands pushed him into a house. He stumbled through a hallway, all the way to a room at the end of the hallway. A few arms pressed him into a chair in the room. The door slammed shut behind him.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the change in light. He gradually realized that it was a white-ash blank room, with no electrical equipment except for the incandescent lamps on the ceiling. The tall windows are welded with iron bars. And the wide cast-iron chair he sat on was fixed directly to the concrete floor. It is a chair designed for interrogation, with links on the armrests and legs that fasten the chain. A rectangular table was placed nearly two meters in front of it, and behind it were two closed doors.

Just as he scrutinized the pitiful furnishings in the interrogation room, trying to find some valuable information from them. The door in front of him suddenly opened, and several mermaids rushed in. They did not wear uniform uniforms, but each dressed in civilian clothes. To Weiss's slight surprise, among the few obvious Chinese, there was a tall Caucasian woman, who looked about thirty years old, capable and beautiful—typical of modern Western women. She wore a "Mao-style garment" made of gray cloth worn by both the Chinese and indigenous people here. The cold face revealed a look of "I've finally caught you", reminding Weiss of the federal government law enforcement officials he had dealt with.

"Weiss? Mr. Lando, you're finally here. ”

Lando raised his hands in surrender: "This is God's will." "He decided to be as honest as possible.

Sarina looked with interest at the man in the striped hospital gown sitting in the torture chair. She had a cheerful, childlike smile that must have charmed many girls before—but the brown eyes remained cold and alert.

"You're finally in my hands." She thought. When the Directorate of Political Security asked her to help analyze several photos of suspicious entrants, Sarina recognized him at a glance. Weiss? Lando is a guy with a criminal record. When she was working at the ATF, she had access to an arms smuggling case file, where a container on a cargo ship carrying fodder was found to be hiding large quantities of automatic rifles, ammunition and even Claymore mines and SAM 7 anti-aircraft missiles. Despite the fact that the ship was detained in American waters, a part of the DSA58 rifles that went to Europe fell into the hands of the Kosovo Liberation Army.