In an instant, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the cold blade poured down with a cold murderous aura, and in an instant, the war knife stabbed into the mouth, the tip of the knife stabbed out from the back, and a little blood slashed across the blade, dripping down, and then the leaves that fell over there.

The war knife was stuck in his mouth, the enemy did not make a sound, the ninja slid down the tree along the rope, and gently landed on the ground to reach out to hold the fallen corpse and hide behind the ancient tree, while Allen, who was walking in front, did not notice that there was no one missing behind him.

But after the remaining two terrorists took a few steps forward, their brother disappeared, and their faces changed dramatically, and they shouted twice at the back but received no response.

As if realizing that something was wrong, the two turned around and ran towards Allen, it doesn't matter if they die, but they must protect Mr. Allen's safety, this is the order that Salman gave them, and after Rome and the first two ambushes, Salman attaches great importance to Alan Thomas, and Allen's prestige in the X organization is increasing day by day.

Sensing the danger, the first thing the two terrorists thought of was Allen, if something happened to Allen, they would be executed by Salman even if they escaped, although these terrorists were too extreme, but their loyalty to their faith was higher than their lives, and they were willing to die for it, even if their leaders were not necessarily as loyal to the sect as they were.

They sacrificed their lives to protect Alan, but they only struggled in vain, and even their main god trembled before the devil.

In the thick fallen leaves under his feet, a figure suddenly stood up, appearing behind the two like ghosts, the saber in his hand crossed a brilliant arc of light, facing the falling leaves in the sky, two human heads rolled down, blood rained, stained with falling red leaves.

Alan stood a few steps away, watching this scene directly, two headless corpses slowly fell, forming a reflection in his pupils, cruel methods, bloody scenes, not enough to scare a terrorist who did many evils.

After a brief shock, Eren came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on the devil with a sinister smile on his face, and the ninja who was slowly walking behind the devil.

They are like the apostles of hell, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

Alan opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud, losing consciousness.

The striker stood behind him, shook his broad palm, and said with a smile: "This guy's head is really hard." ”

"You're not going to beat him to death, are you?" The ninja walked quickly and turned Alan's body over, reaching out to his chest, feeling his heartbeat and breathing a sigh of relief.

"Why do you care so much about his life or death, he is an enemy, and he will die sooner or later!" The monkey shrugged and said disapprerovingly.

"We promised the Assassin to bring him back alive, and I don't want to break my promise." The ninja said calmly, he is a person who values commitment, which is very similar to me.

"You promised, I didn't, and if I had broken his head, I would never have said sorry to the Assassin." The striker shrugged.

"I don't think the Assassin needs your apologies, because I know you're not going to miss a beat." The ninja looks even more confident than the striker himself.

We know each other too well, every day we are studying how to kill, how much force will cause to the human body, no one knows better than us, the striker cannot miss when the enemy has no power to resist, if this kind of thing really happens, it must be his intention.

The monkey walked over and searched all the things on Alan's body, including his cell phone, tracker, and an unloaded pistol, then pried open his mouth, checked his teeth to make sure there were no dentures, and then took out the duct tape and wrapped his hands and feet tightly, and finally sealed his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

When he was done, the monkey grabbed his trouser belt with one hand and lifted it up like a chicken, and said with a slight smile: "That's it, this gift Assassin will definitely like." ”

When they came back, I was limping around the tree, and it took me a long time to regain some consciousness in my legs, and when I came down just now, I was lucky enough that Death picked me up, otherwise I would have fallen and crippled.

"Assassin, this guy is much easier to deal with than you think!" The monkey came over and threw Alan in front of me like a dead dog.

"He was not a warrior, but an unarmed preacher, but unfortunately his teachings distorted his mind and turned him into an evil heretic." I know a little bit about Allen, there is a reason why he betrayed the Holy See, I investigated his family at the beginning, and his parents died in the war, maybe it has something to do with the Holy See.

I have no interest in his story, let alone who is right and who is wrong between him and the Holy See, all I can think about is the scars left on my body when I was captured, the volcano that died on the battlefield, and the artillery that I don't know if I walked off the operating table, as well as those comrades and promises to Slot.

These are all thanks to him, and my hatred for him is as unending as he is for the Holy See.

"Do you still know me? Honorable Bishop Alan Thomas. I slapped him in the face and woke him up from his coma.

Alan groaned in pain, slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw my appearance clearly, he struggled violently as if he had seen a ghost, and I squatted aside without stopping, watching with interest as he struggled meaninglessly.

After a while, he lay on the ground weakly and stopped struggling, panting heavily, fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and the whole person was paralyzed like mud, as if he had used all his strength.

He gasped violently a few times and looked up at the whining sound coming out of my mouth, and I smiled and reached out to rip the tape off his mouth.

"Have something to say, Your Majesty, but I warn you that it is best to say something useful, for this will be the last time you will speak, and perhaps it will be easier for you to understand it as your last words, but I don't like the word." I played with the saber in my hand and said casually.

"Don't call me Bishop anymore, I hate that." Hearing these two words, Alan hated so much that he even forgot about his situation.

"And what shall I call you, heretic, terrorist, vile bastard, or shameful traitor?" I stared into his eyes, and my voice grew colder.

"The Holy See killed my parents, killed my brothers, destroyed my homeland, and everything I did was for revenge." Alan glared at me and yelled, his hatred for the Holy See seemed to be deeper than I had imagined, and it was this fire of hatred that led him to destruction.

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