Squeak squeak!!

The bullet shattered the bolt of the castle gate, and Russell kicked it open with his foot, carrying the M4A1 into it.

Yesterday he didn't encounter a single ghost at the Continental Hotel in Cairo, which made him very sad and felt that he was being targeted.

"The goblet organization actually bullied the few people with more people, and the crowd tactics were scattered, so I couldn't find the key target."

Russell hated to speak out, the tactics were so shameless, he had no choice.

At the same time, Russell decided to wash his hands after the vote tonight and return to New York tomorrow to continue to be his nemesis.

Although he is also doing the work of a crime buster, the global fight against crime is too ostentatious, and he just wants to keep a low profile during the suspension and does not want to attract too many people's attention.

The decoration of the castle does not destroy the historical precipitation of the Middle Ages, some lights are simply erected, and the rest of the lighting uses an extremely retro tool - torches!

If it weren't for the deliberate pretence of the owner here, it would only mean that the other party had a hole in his brain and a hole in his IQ.

The electromagnetic waves swept across the field, Russell walked quickly to the crowded place, the hunting target was closely protected by bodyguards, the number was less than a hundred, compared to the previous battle, this manager had no 'shelf' at all.

"He is a smart person, and he knows that the quantity cannot change the result, so he simply leads to death."

Walking up the spiraling stone steps, Russell entered the top floor of the castle in the open air, a small open space, where bonfires were piled up and orange flames illuminated the flat ground.

He swept over the bodyguards who were waiting for him, and saw the target person, Gianna Dantonio, a half-old Yili person, just looking at his graceful and luxurious dress and temperament, who would have thought that this was the patriarch of a criminal family with bloody hands!

Gianna trembled at Russell's gaze, swallowed her saliva and looked at the Bishop of St. Louis beside her, lowered her head and said, "Bishop St. Louis, he is Russell from New York, the devil who slaughtered thousands of lives in seven days. ”

"My good sister, is it really crazy or fake crazy, I don't want to die with me!"

Michaeld looked hideous and whispered to Gianna, looking at his eyes, eager to strangle his sister to death on the spot.

He dared to accompany him because he believed in his sister's clever mind and thought of a way to deal with Russell, such as feeding the devil with his body and finding him a strong brother-in-law or something.

Although Gianna's beauty is no longer youthful, she ......

If you kill the Demon King, it's okay!

Especially the noble lady temperament on her body, the temptation is far from being comparable to that of young and beautiful girls, and many young people are fascinated and willing to work for it.

But in the end, in the face of the murderous demon king who swept through the underground world, his extremely shrewd sister really pinned her hopes on a white-bearded old man.

It's ridiculous, Mickeld always thought that the old man was just going through the motions and acting as a mascot.

"Shut up, Michaelde, put away the rudeness."

Gianna snorted coldly, and then said respectfully to Bishop St. Louis on the main seat: "Bishop St. Louis, the friendship between our family and the Holy See endures, please lend a helping hand. ”

“……”

Michaeld despaired, removed the possibility, and knew that he was going to die today.

"Needless to say, there has never been a friendship between the Holy See and our families, and I am here today to repay the favor I owe to my father, and ...... other than that."

The bearded Bishop of St. Louis opened his eyes, looked Russell up and down, stood with a gun on his shoulder, wore sunglasses and a cigarette at night, and was not in shape at all.

Bishop St. Louis is well-informed, and he knows that the skin is not important, but the inner soul is the key.

As for Russell's soul, Bishop St. Louis tried several times and could not get a glimpse of it, only knowing that there was endless darkness there blocking his vision.

"The power of evil!"

Bishop St. Louis spoke solemnly, feeling that it was not serious enough, adding: "It's terrible, it's huge, it's evil! ”

Russell stood up straight when he heard this, and he was very embarrassed to lift the belt of his trousers, the old man had a good eye, but he knew this kind of thing, and it was not suitable to say it in public.

Low-key, low-key.

"The old man over there, is he here to support the field?"

Russell kindly reminded: "If you want to clean up the evil, you might as well consider the two bastards around you first, my level is too high, and I am not qualified to challenge me." ”

"Devil, put away your arrogant face, in front of you is the Roman ......"

“Stop！”

Russell raised his hand and shouted to stop, sighed and said: "If you want to say that this old man has a high status, then don't say it, because my status is higher, and he is not qualified to be known by me, that's all." ”

Gianna's eyes widened when she heard this, and she was about to say something when she was stopped by Bishop St. Louis raising his hand.

"He's right, I really don't have the right to name names in terms of identity and status. Moreover, it is not wise to speak your name before the devil. ”

Bishop St. Louis looked at Gianna and the others deeply: "I don't understand what they did to provoke such a powerful devil to come to the world in person. ”

"Bishop St. Louis, he ......"

When Gianna heard this, her eyes at Russell were suddenly full of fear, and she trembled: "Archbishop, are you also afraid of the power of the devil?" ”

"Shut up, stand by honestly, and don't interject."

The Bishop of St. Louis scolded, and Michaelde, who was next to him, dragged his sister away, he thought the old man was acting very well, and wanted to see how it would develop next.

Will he take out the chalice or other holy weapon from the back of his buttocks, put on a good show to exorcise the devil, and then be shot in the head by Russell?

Bishop St. Louis looked directly at Russell and said, "The devil has the power to destroy the world, I am not an opponent, but ......"

"No, but, I have used this routine, first blow a wave of opponents commercially, and then subdue them, so as to set off their own strength."

Russell waved his hand: "But not today, unless you can invite the next angel, preferably a six-winged one, otherwise don't blow it, it will explode!" ”

Bishop St. Louis was stunned, he did have this idea, and asked an angel to come down to earth and drive the devil back to hell.

"As desired!"

He lifted the necklace of the cross on his chest, then opened the Bible he carried with him and prayed solemnly: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be the name of all men...... The kingdom of the will come, and the will of the wish be done on earth as it is in heaven. ”

A long prayer was enough for Russell to have a meal and a shower before returning to New York to talk to the bankrupt sisters.

But he did not interrupt, and waited with great anticrity for the angel to come to earth, and as long as the angel dared to appear, he dared to pull the relationship closer, and rushed in to meet God.

Finally waiting for this day, he was still a little excited when he thought about it.

After the prayer, Bishop St. Louis closed his Bible, and the light of the cross above his head bloomed, and a ray of holy light shot into the sky, turning from dark to light, illuminating most of the night sky.

At the same time, the bells of the Roman cathedral rang, and the melodious sound conveyed solemnity.

In the clearing, the hundred-and-ten men of the Dantonio family bowed down and knelt down, reciting pious prayers.

Strangely, they have faith, but that doesn't prevent them from being outside of morality and law.

Mickeld opened his mouth wide and looked at the slowly opening white door in the sky, confirming that it wasn't magic or light effects.

It's bad, it means he's going to hell when he dies!

Mikede: Is it too late to change your mind and be a good person?

In the entire open square, only Bishop St. Louis, who held aloft the cross, and Russell, whose eyes lit up, stood.

The gates of heaven opened, and the faintly visible light converged and converged, turning into a vague outline, possibly a person, with three pairs of fluttering wings behind it.

"Hahaha, finally made me wait."

Russell's face was happy, and he spread a pair of holy wings behind his back, and felt out the starlight sapphire cross: "Look here, it's my own people, I've been looking for an organization for a long time......"

The words came to an abrupt end, only because behind the vague angel, a big stick was struck down at lightning speed.

After the muffled sound, the angel's fluttering wings hung down and were dragged back to the gates of heaven, and almost at the same time, the passage of heaven was sealed, and the holy light vanished without a trace.

(°?°〃)

Russell: Okay, so fast!

Not to mention Russell, who was speechless, the others in the square all withdrew their frightened eyes from the sky, focused on Russell, and collectively fell into doubt.

Gianna: It's over, the family is over, and the table is over!

Mickel: Murderers can be angels, so doesn't that mean I can go to heaven too?

Bishop St. Louis: God, was there an angel who was knocked on a stick?

Dragon: I'm going to die!

"What are you doing running so fast, I don't have any ideas......"

Russell put away the wings of the Holy Light, stuffed the cross back behind his buttocks, and regretted it in his heart, knowing that he would not climb his relatives, so he rushed straight inside.

Also, who knocks a suffocating stick, and the technique is so skillful.

"Heavens, Angel ......"

The Bishop of St. Louis held the cross in his hand tremblingly, and looked at Russell with such a shocked gaze that his beard trembled.

"It's not an angel, it's a devil." Russell replied angrily.

"No, you are an angel, I offended you before and mistakenly regarded you as a ......"

"No, that's right, I'm the devil."

Russell spread three pairs of black wings behind his back, and with a wave of his hand, countless twisted black arms came out of the ground, one of which grabbed the white beard of Bishop St. Louis: "Open the gate of heaven one more time, if God still refuses to see me, I will destroy the world." ”

“……”

Bishop St. Louis did not speak, he was too old to bear the impact of faith, and his eyes closed and he fainted.

"What, just this psychological quality, it is said that it is a clergy who serve the Lord."

Russell spat on the ground, a mixture of darkness and thunder that caused a corner of the castle to corrode and then collapse.

He put away the black six wings behind his back, pulled the bolt of the M4A1, and walked up to Gianna: "Gianna Dantonio, the high-ranking personnel of the Goblet Organization, I didn't find the wrong person, right?" ”

"Sorry, we don't know your identity."

Gianna's face was as white as paper, and she smiled more ugly than crying: "Please give me a chance, I swear, there will never be another ......"

Boom!

"An apology is useful, what else do you want the police to do!"

Russell's gun burst out, and after changing the magazine several times, there was no living criminal family in the open square.

He thought about it, picked up the unconscious Bishop of St. Louis, took out the sapphire cross and put it around his neck, and decided to try his luck at the cathedral.

There must still be people who can summon angels to come down and open the gates of heaven.