In the afternoon, near evening, although the sun was still scorching, it really brought a bit of yellow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Italy, no, it should be said, churches can be found in almost every city, in the countryside in Europe, especially in cities, often with more than one church, and here is no exception.

But this church is a bit special, not because of its religious significance, its history, its style, etc., but because it is not open, even though it has no history, no respectable bishops, no frescoes or extravagant paintings, but there is a sign in front of the door that visitors are not allowed to enter.

Normally, most people, especially locals, stop in front of the sign, well, what that means is that sometimes a small number of people will step over the sign, but that minority doesn't include the few people who are there right now.

Old Father Martin was praying at the cross when the doorknob was turned to make a noise, there was not a single priest or nun in this church except him, the empty church made the door open unusually noticeable, he didn't get up, just frowned and slightly reprimanded, well, just reprimanded: "I said ......"

Old Father Martin did not say any more, for he realized that it was not the person he thought he had entered, the footsteps, which were too scattered and random.

When he stood up and turned around, he saw a group of six men, six men and women of different ages and shapes, but they did not show the slightest respect for the church, one of them was as strong as a bear, and the door of the church was closed rudely, while the remaining five people either regarded him as nothing or were full of malicious banter.

"You're not welcome here, please leave!" Old Father Martin's face was so calm that he didn't even move a wrinkle at the corners of his eyes, as if he were facing not some unknown dangerous person, but a mischievous child from a neighboring family.

It's a pity that he is not facing a naughty boy who will be scared away by an adult's words, Riash, who is fiddling with a yo-yo in his hand, walks casually and casually towards the old priest, and speaks American English with a Spanish accent: "Hey, relax......"

Even an eight-year-old child could see that these people were overflowing with malice, but old Father Martin did not run, in fact, with his body of his age, insisting on taking care of the church every day was already the limit, and it was impossible to escape successfully, but he did not expect that they would be so decisive, or sudden-

"Ho! ho......"

Old Father Martin, who was almost strangled into the flesh of his neck by the thin high-strength fiber thread, struggled in vain a few times, and his hands dotted with old age spots could not stop the thin thread from being further tightened except for scratching the skin, so tight that the brain that broke the skin and strangled the flesh and blood, and the brain that was quickly cut off from oxygen died just as quickly!

The stench of incontinence made Rias walk away with disgust, but there was another reason for his unhappy expression:

"Two minutes and one second, lose money. The German Lenny's voice was calm and almost rigid, and the cold trap and demolition "expert" looked as if everyone owed him twelve million.

Rias pulled out a wad of euros with a stinky face, but before he could start paying for the little bet, the phone rang: "He's in!"

......

The dwelling opposite the church.

Pacentine Rionardo slapped the table angrily, because his various book incomes have shrunk again: "I hope you have some good reasons, drugs, casinos, **** and even video tapes are missing by 30%, what is this, the whole world has become a saint?!"

The men in the suits sitting in the lower seats were tall, short, fat and thin, but their expressions were very consistent, and after looking at each other for a few seconds, the person in charge of illegal audio-visual products spoke first: "We in Romania have been gone since last year, and there are too few new goods that can be replenished, or they are much more expensive......

His words were like picking the threads of the yarn, and one by one his subordinates reported the unsolvable dilemma, and Leonardo's blonde curls trembled with anger.

"Romania, I remember sending someone over to take over......"

The future parents of Rionardo had just begun to speak when they were interrupted by a quick knock on the door, and a sentence outside the back door successfully diverted Rionardo's anger: "Big brother, Father Martin is dead!"

"What!"

Furious, Pacentine Rionardo stood up and walked out without even having a meeting, his uncle, who had been in charge of the family's most important access channel for thirty years, died suddenly, even if he didn't want to check to prevent leaks, he had to make a gesture, just-

The moment the door opened, Pasentin Leonardo's pupils dilated, reflecting two corpses he knew very well, and the muzzle of a black hole pointed at him.

......

"Bang!!"

The beautiful retro colored glass windows exploded into thousands of pieces, and scattered under the impetus of flames and shock waves, and a very gorgeous, very scary and hurtful "rainbow rain" fell.

Along with the large and small pieces of debris falling together, there was also a footstep from the firelight.

As the foot emerged from behind the door, three AR70/90 assault rifles from Beretta moved their muzzles slightly, and the standard NATO 5.56mm bullets that had already entered the chamber were primed by the hammer, and after a brief glide of the chamber, the armor-piercing bullets detached from the shell were fired from the flames, one, two...... The furious gunfire seemed to shoot countless bullets.

Instead of aiming directly, the scattered rain of bullets scattered and swept towards the door and a small section of the wall next to it, and the thick carved wooden door was like foam in the face of bullets, quickly blasting out sawdust flowers one after another, rotting into unwanted garbage.

Also rotten was the leg that was hit by the bullet, which tore through the trouser tube, squeezed the shallow skin and fat with a little bit of fabric fiber, tore every flexible muscle fiber and fragile blood vessel, smashed the hardest long bone of the human body, spewed out of the other end with bone scraps and flesh juice, and turned from one leg into a piece of rotten flesh in an instant.

As for most of the torsos still hidden behind the wall, not much better, the moment the bullet hit the wall, the steel core continued to break through in the deformation of the wrapping layer, penetrating the surface of the brick and mud brick wall, although the potential energy has been greatly reduced when it is shot from the other side, it is still not something that the human body can resist: he fell.

They have so many back-ups that the target is so easy to fall?--that's not their goal!

The colored window six or seven meters away from the door suddenly broke, and when the three outlaws subconsciously turned the muzzle of their guns, three gunshots rang out in succession, and bullets shot out from the figure that rolled out - "Jesus is above!"

The German, who was hiding behind and observing, finally could not keep his rigid face and whispered the name of the man on the cross, although he had just participated in a gambling game of church killing, but what happened to him was indeed almost incredible: the man actually took two pistols and accurately shot three heads at least thirty meters away in the tumble.

"It's over!" was only frightened for a moment, he wasn't the kind of person who held a gun, the small remote control supported the same small antenna, and the radio waves that had been adjusted to the specified frequency would be emitted at the touch of a switch, "Let me send you to the sky!"

The sound of the button pressing was very light, and there was only this soft sound, "This can't be!!"

Disbelievingly, the German pressed it a few more times, and the light came on, but none of the car bombs he had planted earlier were activated and detonated. Instead, the phone they used to contact their temporary collaborators rang.

"Hey, Hitler!" rang on the other end of the phone, the voice of the Japanese woman.

If he didn't understand what was wrong, he could swallow the phone in his hand and commit suicide, but before he threw the phone in anger, he changed back to Chu Man's original voice: "Look, I have a big gift for you." ”

......

didn't care if the person on the other end of the phone heard it, Chu Man directly pressed a string of numbers, and then pressed the dial button-

"Boom!!"

This time, most of Florence could see the skyrocketing roof of the church, and the flames and shockwaves beneath the shattered roof.

The powerful shockwave swept through all the glass and other vulnerable objects in the adjacent streets, including the Ferrari that Chu Man used as a cover, and the broken glass hit the top of his head with some pain.

As early as when Chu Man detonated the mafia stronghold just now, there was no pedestrian in the vicinity, maybe someone called the police, but the police obviously hadn't arrived yet, so when Chu Man stood up, it was a mess and empty as far as the eye could see, which was very good, because ......

The small yo-yo pulled the imperceptible wire thread and flew out silently, Chu Man seemed to be unconscious and continued to stroll towards the car, almost the whole person on the wall, and the Rias who almost stuck the whole person on the wall looked excitedly at the thread that was about to be entangled, "Two million dollars are in hand!"

"Ding~"

The flexible and sharp wire was about to touch the cold hair on its neck, and a small blade, which was too thin to cut fruit, blocked its path, and then the thin silk thread broke under the pull of the ball.

The next thing that should happen is that Chu Man turned around and sent the small blade into the stupid South American's head, and the best way was to insert it through the ear canal or eye socket, and then stir up the white things that felt like jelly and tofu in the inside.

It's a pity that the shadow and wind pressure from above made Chu Man have to leave from the same place, avoiding the Middle Eastern bear, well, from Chu Man's point of view, this man in an enlarged version of the traditional white robe is similar to a big bear with a layer of white paint trying to impersonate a polar bear.

The thud of his landing almost rivaled the explosion of a grenade, and the pavement of the pavement was so smooth and fitting that the pavement let out an overwhelmed whimper, shattering into three cracked potholes, and the third was a sledgehammer as black as if it had just been taken out of a carbon pile.

"Bang!

Chu Man put down the muzzle of the gun again, and casually threw away the short-bladed knife, "What age, you still want to play cold weapon melee combat, this kind of IQ is no wonder South America and the Middle East are so rotten that they can only sell minerals." ”

......

Residents of Florence and visitors to this place had the opportunity to see a live version of the Hollywood film today:

A ventilated Lamborghini Diablo sports car roared through the street, and was directly knocked into the air if it couldn't dodge, and there were two seemingly ordinary off-road cars in the distance, but there was a group of villains who were even more vicious than the Diablo, and several different assault rifles poked out of the car window and kept shooting at the Rambo in front of them, although most of them hit the ground or innocent passers-by;

Behind the two cars of murderers were the Italian military police, or the Italian military police with on-board machine guns, but they never managed to get into the best firing range of the machine guns, because every time they got closer, the fanatics in the car in front of them would set up an RPG to force them back, and all they could do was to follow them from a distance, and count on their colleagues to intercept these cars and the fierce bandits running around like headless flies, or the arrival of Wu Zhi.

Compared with the strange balance of the rear half, the competition between the sports car in front and the off-road is much more intense, from the initial tail biting, bullet rain, to the sports car to open the distance and slow down from time to time to fishing, attracting the off-road vehicle to shoot indiscriminately, to now, the head of the off-road vehicle finally found a good opportunity, this is a long enough straight street, except for the end of the road at all there is no turning fork -

RPG-7, originally from the Soviet Union, oh, now the main body is renamed Russia's guerrilla weapon, light and easy to carry, simple to use, powerful, and very cheap, especially the corruption and madness of the Soviet Union in the last years of its disintegration, so that a large number of equipment in the arsenal flowed into the black market, with an average wholesale price of less than two hundred dollars, so good: "FIRE!!!!"

The former Russian gangster frantically pulled the trigger, and at the moment when the warhead ignited, he saw the pistol sticking out of the window of the sports car in front of him, to be precise, the fire of the pistol.

"Bang!!"

In the flash of light, everyone was attracted by the sudden detonation of the rocket, no one noticed the strange sound of a certain smooth lamppost, well, except for the overturned off-road, even if the people on it were not killed, the burning fire was also dead, and the pedestrians who couldn't avoid it could even smell the smell of barbecue mixed with the foul black smoke...... It's disgusting.

But what happened next was really puzzling: because all the pursuers behind were blocked, the Lamborghini Diablo, which had managed to escape, accelerated again, and then crashed into the fence with a bend and flew high into the last rays of the sunset...... Rushed into the Arno River.

When a large number of Italian military and police units arrived, all they found was the wreckage of a ruined, empty sports car that was no longer worth anything.

And while people at the scene were busy rescuing casualties, pacifying the crowd, cleaning up the scene, and salvaging wreckage, in an office:

"Don't you think it's a little weird?"

"It's a bit strange indeed, and it looks like it's deliberately catching our eye. ”

"Maybe not our ......"

“What-the...... Not really, just take a look. ”

Still with warm paper, bold keywords: Vatican......

......

......

The Vatican, St. Peter's Square, and Avenue de la Concorde are still being walked in and out of the square, and the dusk sunset shines on the square, turning everything into gold.

The girl with long silver hair covered her head with a large-brimmed knitted hat and squinted at the domed cathedral, and the girl in the sunlight evoked a hint of smile, like a picture called "innocence", so that tourists not far away couldn't help but press the shutter again and again.

"It's so beautiful~" Gretel's hand was on the long flower bag that almost caught up with her height, just imagining what it would look like when she was done, which made her intoxicated: "Let's start together." ”

When the girl unzipped the bag, a few tourists looked curiously, wondering what was in the slender bag, but when the contents of the bag were taken out, they only screamed in panic and turned to run away.

"Dada...... Click......"

The delicate little hand pulled the trigger, the crisp machine gun rang out continuously, and the rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute did not need to be aimed, only she swept it gently and casually, and the crowd fell like a straw under a farmer's sickle, "Hehe...... Don't run, it's my father's homework. ”

"Ahh

The man pushed the frightened wife and daughter, and the freckled girl looked at her father with a piece of erosive flesh and blood exploding from her buttocks, and the horror was so extreme that she was so frightened that she froze directly, until her mother took her hand and ran recklessly, one step or two, farther and farther away from her father...... "Bang!"

Before the woman could understand why her daughter's body suddenly weighed and what the fishy sweetness sprayed on her body was, two bullets pierced her heart and lungs one after another, and in the last seconds of consciousness, she saw only a half-pulled head, one eye staring at her daughter, and her husband who was outstretched and howling in despair in the distance.

"You demon!!!Kill me!!I'm going to kill you!!!Kill you!!" The brutal truth destroyed the man's sanity, and he turned over despite the pain in his hips, screaming and hysterical at Gretel, who was still shooting around.

Then his wish was granted.

Casually smashing the fat man's upper body into rotten meat, Gretel's shooting paused for a moment, replacing the empty magazine, and she suddenly thought of a question: "Where's that Uncle Paul?"

......

Paul II prayed in his small room, but all he thought was about the development of the Church.

Even though the Soviet Union, the most repressive pole of the world, has fallen, the times are still developing, science and technology are advancing, science has swollen the face of the Bible and the face of the church again and again, and has used irrefutable objective facts and laws to paste in the face of the old school, which is very vulgar but very appropriate, and if it is not changed, the church will really choke to death with.

This is also the contradiction of Paul II, or should I say, the contradiction of every leader, to maintain strength and prosperity, it must be renewed and developed, and change will touch the old pattern...... Not even his closest attendants could keep up with him.

"Alas......" sighs rang in the small room, and Paul II rang the little bell to call his attendants to bring him some slices of bread.

Click, click, footsteps came from far and near, it was the sound of leather shoes on the masonry, his attendants did not wear leather shoes, and no one in the church would step out of such footsteps - so it was not the people in the church.

A boy, the boy with the backlight facing him, smiled very cutely in the candlelight, if you don't look at his blood-stained leather shoes and the sharp axe in his hand, "Where are you, uncle~"

The elongated tail note is like a seductive little devil, which reminds Paul II of those ignorant "little sheep" when he was young, but unfortunately, standing in front of him is a carnivorous young beast with fangs, "Let me see, the color of your heart~"

......

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[The Vatican is bleeding, and the murderer is suspected of being a child]

While similar newspaper headlines swept through Christian cultural circles, an oil tanker carrying members of the Belocchio mafia family had sailed through the Suez Canal.

As for whether there were still some unknown passengers on the ship...... Since it is unknown, naturally no one knows.