Cathedral of Santa Monica!

It is called: "the fingertip reaching out to heaven".

His design is called genius, and the protrusion on the western corner is as if a hand is asking God.

And because the light that pours down from the skylight hits the altar, it gives shape to the statue and the cross, but when one looks at it with the naked eye, the excessively strong light makes the object disappear, and the boundaries of space are blurred, and sometimes, in the eyes of others, it belongs to the beauty of Christ.

On Mass Day, many people of the faith park their cars in the public parking lot, 500 metres away, and walk forward.

Although Gao Jun and the others are high-profile, they will not forget this tradition, the first few parking spaces have long been occupied by the people of the Angels of Hell, two motorcycles are put here, a few are wearing pony coats, with studs, dyed hairstyles, the muscles on their arms will tremble when they move slightly, they have cigarettes in their mouths, laughing at each other, and they don't care about other people's eyes at all.

When the car drove into the parking lot, they also saluted in a fashionable manner, then twisted the accelerator of the motorcycle and left excitedly.

It scared everyone around them with ugly faces.

……

In the cathedral, it was already full of believers who had come to participate in the dispersion, quietly watching the torture of the Lord that day, holding hands and praying, and the children of the choir singing hymns aloud.

"Americans always like to have these gatherings, and if they really believe in God, then the Third World should be peaceful."

By the window on the second floor of the church, a white man wearing sunglasses, wearing a trench coat and holding a cigarette in his hand sneered, but his mouth spoke Persian of the Middle East, and there was deep hatred in his deep eyes?

Behind him, there were several people, two of whom were dressed in priest decorations, with a complexion that looked like Eastern Europeans, who answered each other's voices, and their voices were very hoarse, with madmen, "After today, maybe everyone will remember us, we are for world peace!" Jeremy, what are we going to do? ”

The white man named Jeremy didn't look back, his eyes kept staring at the flow of people below, and a little oozing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Has the thing arrived?" ”

"Already at the back door, I asked Guy to move them."

"Then go according to plan!" Jeremy's eyes were sharp, but suddenly, his brows furrowed, he saw a group of capable men in suits swaggering into the church around several people, he smelled a few wisps of blood from those people, he pointed to Gao Jun and asked, "Who is that?" ”

The priest came over from behind, holding the glass with both hands, and looked down, his eyes were also a little confused, "This... I don't seem to know it. ”

Jeremy instantly seemed to be ignited with anger, grabbed the other party's collar, and glared, "Are you kidding me?" Didn't you say you had figured out all the rich people in Santa Monica? ”

"That's... That might be from the city next door. The priest explained with an ugly face.

Jeremy was stunned, but then the fierce eyes eased slightly, and he pushed it hard, directly pushing the priest to his feet and staggering, "You must not go on a business trip, and when the meeting starts, you will kill that person!" He spoke again, emphatically, "I hate rich people. ”

"Understood." The priest nodded with a dark face, clenched his fists, but suddenly, as if thinking of something, gradually let go, and looked at Jeremy's eyes, full of resentment, it seemed that there must be other stories in it.

"Guys, we're going to make us known to America and the world today!" Jeremy raised his hands and shouted in an almost frenzied manner, while everyone behind him had a pistol in their hands!

This turned out to be a terrorist organization!

……

Gao Jun's heart was frightened, and the right eyebrow began to beat from the moment he stepped into the cathedral.

There was still no expression on his face, and after saying a few words in the ears of Peter and the others, he walked straight to the corner of the right-hand side near the side door.

People who can take a group of bodyguards to look like, naturally many people look at him, when they see Gao Jun walking to the corner, they are very surprised, those who sit in the front have status, and a few people who are obviously familiar with Gao Jun trotted over and invited him to sit in front.

"It's okay, I can hear the voice of the Lord as I sit here." Gao Jun smiled and waved his hand, who can be better than him in this mouth full of trains?

If he had believed in God, he would have been killed in the Middle East.

Seeing that he really didn't sit forward, the others were not reluctant, but a few bigwigs in Santa Monica City turned their heads and nodded with a smile, this scene fell in the eyes of Jeremy, who was hiding behind, and he became more and more sure that this Asian identity must not be simple.

He hooked his hand towards the person next to him, "Wait a minute, you must keep an eye on him!" ”

"Brothers and sisters of the church...... "Brothers and sisters of the church" pretending to be a priest's gunman holding a Bible, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, smiling a little bit, and at this time, two staff members in church clothes are slowly closing the door in the back?

At this scene, all the people in the church did not know why, and they exchanged their heads and ears with each other, including Gao Jun's ominous premonition in his heart became more and more profound, and Peter and others also found that something was wrong.

Will someone close the church door on Mass?

What is this doctrine?

Peter and the others wanted to protect Gao Jun and hurriedly walked through the small door, but suddenly there was a rush of gunshots, "Dadada!" ”

I saw Jeremy coming out from behind the cross, holding a slight punch in his hand, sweeping a shuttle towards the ceiling, snapping his thumb, after the magazine fell, he quickly changed to a new unit price, and chewed gum in his mouth, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, interrupted your mass, now please don't believe in God, please believe me, I won't kill you, we just want to talk to the U.S. government..."

But who knew that as soon as Jeremy said that he was on the rise, he changed suddenly!

Gao Jun took out two guns from Peter's pocket, but no matter who was standing in front of him, he shot at the priest, who was immediately killed, and did not even let out a scream.

"Fack! Fack! Jeremy glared, frightened, and lay behind his desk.

How could he not have imagined that there were so many hostages, and that person would dare to shoot?!

Isn't he afraid of massive casualties?

If Gao Jun knew what he was thinking, he would definitely tell Jeremy, don't threaten me with other people's lives!

He wouldn't give his life to the other side...

If people don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will be destroyed!

Peter, Tumbs and other bodyguards, who were protecting Gao Jun, all took out their weapons, and two groups of men and horses began to shoot at each other, and the bullets were flying around in mid-air grazing the human braincase...

The one in the middle is unlucky, people are in fear, they don't know what to do next, they are a little calm and climb down, but there are still people who stand stupidly, which directly turns into the handle of the gun, and falls in a pool of blood in the scream.

The believers outside the cathedral were still surprised how to close the door, but immediately after the gunshots inside, everyone's scalps were numb, and they fled in all directions, and Americans have been very sensitive and even afraid of gunfire since 911.

The policemen who were also on duty outside also changed their faces, and hurriedly called the headquarters for support, they wanted to rush in to help, but snipers were arranged on the high point of the church, and a policeman who was running a little faster suddenly fell straight to the ground, and there were blood stains on the ground, obviously dying of breath.