Henry didn't eat much for dinner, and he had just moved boxes for a while, which made him feel a little hungry. Remembering that there seemed to be some smoked sausages and bread in the kitchen, he walked to the kitchen in his slippers. Henry's body was just a nightgown casually, loosely tied with a belt, and most of his hairy chest was exposed.

Henry, a scoundrel of London, lived by stealing every day, until he put his hand in a lord's pocket and ate and drank in the streets. Henry, who was imprisoned, thought that he would die in prison like this, but he did not expect that it would come and go. The stolen lord did not sue Henry, but gave him a new identity and a job to come to China as a priest. Of course, all this comes at a cost, and the Lord will regularly ship some boxes to China on ocean ships, and Henry, who is far away in Shanghai, will be responsible for handing them over to the people who come to pick up them.

It's been three years since he came to Shanghai, and Henry has adapted to life in China. In England, he was just a thief and a liar, but in this land of the East he was indeed a philanthropic Pastor Henry, a messenger of God. Henry didn't know what was in the box, and it wasn't until another worker carrying the box accidentally broke the box that Henry learned that the Lord had been smuggling weapons to the chief.

It is said that Henry, who came to Shanghai, broadened his horizons and thought about it. He secretly rented a house and kept a mistress, but his little income was far from enough to sustain it. So Henry had a showdown with the lord to divide the money, and the lord was still very talkative, and agreed without saying a word. But since then, there have been four more priests in Henry's church, and Henry knows that they are all the Lord's people, and they have come to spy on him.

Henry turned on the lamp and hummed a little song as he cut the smoked intestines, while thinking in his heart how much money he would be able to share this time. Ever since the Lord began to divide the money among himself, Henry was in a good mood and felt that everything he ate was fragrant. And the mistress of the White Russian, who he kept outside, has also been a lot more sensible recently, at least every time he goes, he is considerate and thoughtful, and there is no longer the perfunctory thing before, Henry knows that this is all for the sake of adding 300 oceans to her every month.

While Henry was busy filling his stomach, Zhao Zhi had already opened the back door of the church with a thin steel wire and was entering the kitchen next to the back door. A tall and fat guy was seen humming an English tune and stuffing smoked sausage and bread into his mouth. Zhao Zhi didn't say a word, took out the sharp knife and quickly leaned in, and put the sharp knife across Henry's neck.

The cold blade was pressed against his neck, and for a moment Henry was stunned, and all the bread that had not yet been swallowed in his mouth was spit out. A chill rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his head, and Henry's whole body was stupid, who could it be? I usually keep to myself and have no enemies? A flustered Henry thought quickly in his mind.

Henry was about to speak, when a hand reached out from behind him grabbed his throat and pushed him into the corner like a dead dog. Henry was half-crouched against the wall, his neck was pinched tightly by someone who came, not to speak, even normal breathing was difficult. The person who came was covered with his face, dressed in black, and his eyes flashed with a chill, making people dare not look at each other.

"How many people are there in the church?" Zhao Zhi slightly loosened the hand holding Henry's neck, but the voice of the question was cold and cold, which made Henry shiver for no reason.

"Five, add me five" Henry concealed the 2 delivery men who were temporarily living in the church. The two delivery men were serious British marines, and Henry thought that he could save himself by relying on those two heroic sailors.

"You're lying, what about the people who come in trucks? There were 3 people when they came, and there was only one driver when they left, and the remaining two people were there? The sharp knife in Zhao Zhi's hand pressed down slightly, and a line of blood flowed down Henry's neck and into Henry's nightgown.

"I said, I said, there were 2 more people, they were temporarily living in my room, and I was crammed into another room with other priests" The huge pain in his neck made Henry choose to tell the truth. He was afraid that the black-clad masked man on the other side would really kill him.

"Take me to your room" Zhao Zhi dragged Henry and let him walk in front. Although Henry has a European body, he can't break free from Zhao Zhi's hands. Walking a short way down the hallway, Henry pointed to a tooth-white door and kept gesturing, a knife was placed on his throat, and he had to gesture back and forth with his fingers to indicate that it was his room.

Zhao Zhi didn't dare to relax, grabbed Henry and stuck it to the wall, while he leaned his ear to the door and listened to the movement inside. That's right, there were two snoring sounds inside, which means that Henry didn't lie, and there were indeed only 2 people sleeping inside. Zhao Zhi asked Henry to point out a few other rooms, and then took Henry back to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, today is your suffering" Zhao Zhi grabbed Henry's throat and stabbed him a few times, cutting off Henry's hands and feet. Zhao Zhi's knife was so sharp that before Henry could feel the pain, the big tendons of his hands and feet were cut off by Zhao Zhi, and when his body lost control and fell to the floor, he felt a huge pain in his hands and feet.

Before he could scream, Zhao Zhiyi raised his foot and kicked Henry's head hard, kicking Henry to the ground and fainting. After listening to the wall for a while, he didn't notice any movement, Zhao Zhi pushed out of the back door, and Dumb should have brought someone to the handle.

lit a cigarette, Zhao Zhi's cigarette butt shook in the air three times, which was the contact code with Dumb. Sure enough, seeing Zhao Zhi's code, a group of people came out of the alley across the street and rushed straight to the church. I don't know what kind of shoes they were wearing, although there were more than a dozen of them, but the soles of their feet were silent, and the whole group of people glanced at the church like ghosts.

"Zhao, how's it going?" Zhao Zhi's old friend, Khante, flashed out of the crowd. Damn, Zhao Zhi scolded secretly, why did this guy come in person. In case of a conflict with the inside, the bullet is not long-sighted, and if Hunter is killed, he will ask for a commission from whom.

"Henry was knocked unconscious and locked in the kitchen by me having my hands and feet cut off. There are 6 more in it, all of them are sleeping, are you going to live or die" Zhao Zhi looked at Hunter, waiting for Hunter to make a decision, after all, people are the employers who pay.

"Except for Henry, the others have been killed" Sure enough, it was a standard arms dealer, and at this time, Hunter still had the embarrassment when he first saw Zhao Zhi, and he asked for the surnames of 5 people with one mouth.

"Then you wait first, I'll come when I go" According to Henry's instructions before, Zhao Zhi turned on the flashlight fixed on his shoulder and entered the rooms where the priests lived one by one. Covering his mouth with one hand, the sharp knife in the other hand slashed through his throat, and it only took a few seconds for the person whose throat was slashed to lose consciousness and eventually bleed to death. Zhao Zhi didn't dare to boast about how good his sword skills were, but it was more than enough to deal with these priests. In just a few minutes, Zhao Zhi turned around the pastor's room, and when he went out to see Hunter again, he had a strong smell of blood.