210. Shocking words

In the dim light!

Mo Lei flashed out from behind the juniper tree like a cheetah, his left hand grabbed the guard's throat, his left heel was stuck in the dirt as a fulcrum, and with a fierce force of his whole body, he moved the guard into the air, drawing an arc in the air, and crashed into the juniper bush with his head and feet, and the guard's head hit the ground hard. Mo Lei, who followed, did not let go of the other party's trachea, but added two more points of strength.

The sudden attack, the blow to the head, and the choked air supply to the throat caused the guard to lose consciousness instantly. Mo Lei could have done something more thorough and killed the guard immediately, because this was the most reasonable way to deal with it. But such thoughts are fleeting. The guards weren't one of the people chasing after them, and killing them meant no real thing. Mo Lei quickly took off the guard's thick jacket, put on the holster at his waist, picked up the hard-brimmed cowboy hat from the ground and put it on. He dragged the guard into the woods, put it face down, took out his pistol, and struck the butt of the pistol under the man's right ear, which kept the guard unconscious for at least several hours.

Quietly crawling back to the edge of the grass, Mo Lei stood up, took a deep breath, and walked forward. He had observed the guard's gait—with his head held high, his head held high, and he was full of pride. He mimicked the appearance of the guards in his memory, and with each step, he was mentally prepared for possible reprimands, orders, or inquiries. If someone yelled at him, he would shrug his shoulders and return to the guard's post. Fortunately, no one paid attention to him and nothing happened.

He stepped onto the driveway and into the shadows. Fifteen meters ahead, a door was still open, and a warm light was shining outward, and a woman was lifting the lid of a garbage can, with three garbage bags resting at her feet. Mo Lei thought in his mind for a moment, walked a few quick steps, and reached behind the woman in the white servant uniform.

"Hey, I'm sorry, our captain asked me to bring a letter to Palazzi."

"Who the fuck are you?" The stout woman asked rudely.

"New, come, let me help you." Mo Lei took up a piece of garbage on the ground and put it in the trash can.

"New here? Ha, you people like to call people. Marianne, you're going to do this! Marianne, you're going to do that. What letter to bring? I'll help you relay that. ”

"Don't dare to bother your driver, I'd better go by myself. I wasn't interested in seeing Palazi, but my boss had an order from me to tell him in person. Mo Lei bent down again to pick up a bag of garbage and threw it into the trash can, the brim of his hat was pressed very low, and his whole face was buried in the shadows.

"What captain? It's going to fart. I really think I'm a commando. I think it's just a bunch of wine bags and rice bags. Well, you're not bad, and you look much more pleasing to the eye than the others. The short woman crossed her hands on her hips and was very satisfied with Mo Lei's movements.

"Thanks, in which room is Mr. Parazi? The captain told me to hurry up. ”

"This one has to be faster, and one has to be faster." The stout woman clapped her hands, "It's 12 o'clock in the morning, the old guy's woman must be wearing silk pajamas in the bedroom, the old guy himself?" He was, of course, in the chapel. ”

"Excuse me, how do you get to the chapel?"

"Alas, okay, okay, come in, I'll take you. You are pleasing to the eye, and you are much more polite, and your advantages should be maintained. ”

Marianne led him through the hallway, pushed open the door, and entered a large foyer. The walls of the room are covered with Renaissance paintings, which are brightly colored and lifelike in the light of small spotlights. At the end of the foyer was a wide spiral staircase paved with Italian marble, and on the way they passed several large rooms, Mo Lei glanced twice into the room, it seemed that the house was full of priceless antiquities, and before he could look more, the maid led him up the stairs to a mahogany door carved with many biblical motifs.

Marianne pushed the door open, and the two of them descended the velvet steps, and finally came to what appeared to be the waiting room. The marble underfoot is similar to the texture on the staircase, the tapestries on the walls are embroidered with motifs from early Christian history, and on the left are the old church pews, which adorn the chairs in bas-relief, a style rarely seen today.

It was a place of meditation, as the blanket hanging opposite the bench was embroidered with a crucifix, and there was an arched wooden door at the other end of the waiting room, apparently the small chapel of Palazzi.

"If you're willing and bold enough, just interrupt him." Marianne was probably not very fanatical about religion, and pouted without much reverence, "It's your boss who gets scolded, not you anyway." However, I advise you to wait a few minutes, the priest probably hasn't finished chattering yet. ”

"Priest?" Mo Lei frowned, he never expected that there was a priest at the scene, once there was a shootout, innocent people would inevitably be hurt.

"According to me, what kind of bullshit priest is that." Marianne was about to turn away, she shrugged her fat shoulders, "Whatever you want, you can do whatever you like." ”

Mo Lei heard the thick mahogany door open and close, and then, on his tiptoes, he walked to the door of the chapel and put his ear to the wooden door, trying to hear what the people inside were saying.

The murmur came from the crack in the thick wooden door, and he couldn't hear it clearly. Holding the doorknob in his hand, he slowly turned it open, pushing the door open a few centimeters. Two things greeted you: the sweet smell of incense and the dancing flame of a thick candle. He blinked, adjusting to the strong chiaroscuro between the gray concrete walls, the dancing black shadows, and the bright firelight. The niches on the walls are inlaid with Catholic icons, and the iconographic figures near the altar raise their arms and try to caress the golden cross in the center.

In front of the cross stood a priest, dressed in white silk robes trimmed with gold and silver, with his eyes closed and his hands folded over his chest, chanting a hymn from a thousand years ago. At the foot of the three marble steps in front of the priest was an old man on his knees, his sparse white hair covering his slender neck, close to the priest's feet, his arms outstretched in prayer, his forehead pressed against the marble floor, expressing complete and complete surrender. The priest raised his voice, and the hymn was about to end.

That's Palazi?

Mo Lei was taken aback, he didn't expect Palazi to be such a dying old man. But then remembering his escape from the beginning of his journey to Soacha, and seeing this ritual of both self-indulgence and self-deception, the disgust and anger in Mo Lei's heart rose at the same time. He pushed the door open and walked inside.

The priest was startled, opened his eyes, and lowered his hands in anger. Parazi, who was kneeling on the ground, turned his head suddenly, his thin body trembling with anger, and he stood up tremblingly.

"What a bold man, he dared to disturb me." He yelled in Spanish, "Who allowed you to come here?" ”

"Mo Lei, a Chinese, Mr. Parazi." Mo Lei replied politely in English, "I'm here to bring you something." ”

"What Mo Lei? What Chinese? Thou little guard, who gave you the courage to rush my prayers? Pala roared hoarsely, his thin body was a little unsteady on his feet, and the priest quickly grabbed the old man's shoulder, then raised his head and yelled at Mo Lei, "Who are you?" What right do you have to disturb us? Get out, immediately, immediately! ”

"Shut up, you goddamn parasite!" Mo Lei strode towards Palazzi.

Seeing this, the priest took a half step forward and stood in front of Palazi, "I don't care who you are, all you see now is a pious and repentant old man, and I will not allow you to hurt him in the slightest." ”

"It's supposed to be my old debt." Behind the priest, Parazi walked out with a heavy tone, "God has told me that I will end up like this. ”

"An old and ugly hypocrite." Mo Lei grabbed the guard's pistol in his hand, "No, two hypocrites." Just a few hours ago, the God-believing Parazi had been arranging for someone to hunt down a stranger he didn't know because the stranger might have something on him that Mr. Parazi was looking forward to. ”

The old man standing beside the priest blinked in confusion, "What did you say?" ”

"You're not deaf, are you? How many hours ago did your men track me down in Soacha, trying to kidnap or kill me? I'm sorry I left, are you disappointed Mr. Parazi? ”

"I'm not deaf, but I don't understand." Parazi looked up at the priest in confusion, "Priest, am I an old fool?" What the hell is he talking about? ”

"Please explain." The priest said, "Who are you?" What are you going to do? What exactly do you mean by that? ”

"I've made it clear." Mo Lei raised his hand disdainfully, and the barrel of the gun pointed forward. The originally suppressed murderous intent is flooding again. He would rather that Palazi was a vulgar and savage, and that the Great Lama admitted that he had been hunted down, and that there was room for talk. But the old guy in front of him looked stupid, pretending not to know, and was really looking for death.

"What do I know?" The thin Parazi suddenly straightened his back, his momentum was imposing, ignoring the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, and stood in front of the priest, "I admit that I have committed a lot of crimes in the first half of my life, but I can't admit what I don't know. Young man, I think you're mistaken. ”

"You're such a hypocrite that disgusts me." Mo Lei usurped the handle of the gun and pressed his finger into the trigger frame, "I thought that Palazi would be a man who stood up to the sky, but I didn't expect a hypocrite." ”

"Shut up, whoever you are, shut up for me." The priest stood up straight and glared at Mo Lei, "He is a good man of piety, a good man of faith and integrity, he has spent decades in fear of the sins he created when he was young, and he is now a good man, a man of God, always acting according to God's Word." ”

"How much did he give you?" Mo Lei asked sharply, and then looked at Palazi, "I'm here to warn you, don't dwell on it anymore, I don't have what you want." ”

"You wait!" Palazzi's tone became decisive and unquestionable, "I know who is issuing the order in my name, Mo Lei?" Mr. Mo, I promise that this will not happen again. ”

"That's good!" Mo Lei's muzzle was still pointed at the front, slowly retreating, he was afraid that he would not be able to control it and pressed the trigger, "If there is such a situation again, next time I come, I will not just leave, I will carry your head out of the door." ”

"You ......." The priest on the side was trembling with anger.