Di Biaggio almost rushed in a few times, but the gentle female voice in the Bluetooth headset kept persuading him to keep restraint and calm.

Di Biaggio took a deep breath and didn't do anything out of the ordinary after all.

After a few long minutes, the walkie-talkies on the Swiss Guards' bodies rang off, and their direct supervisors gave the order: "Go!"

They moved out of the way.

Di Biaccio thanked the leader in his heart for his great powers, and he was able to do all this in just a few minutes.

He handed over his gun, thanked the members of the Swiss Guards, and quickly rushed in. "Slow down, don't run, don't disturb the Holy See!" shouted the Swiss Guards.

Where can Di Biaggio listen!

At the moment, he was anxious. He feared that he would arrive too late and see the spiritual leaders of a billion Christians, the Holy See, who had also "committed suicide."

He had to get there as soon as possible to stop that.

But what to stop? He hadn't thought about it yet.

In the empty Vatican Palace, Di Biaggio soon found himself lost. He didn't have time to admire the murals, so he anxiously asked, "Where should I go next?"

"Go to the Sistine Chapel, I heard that the Pope haunts it most often. ”

"How to get there?"

"Your right-hand side. ”

"Thanks, dear, I don't know what to do without you. Di Biaccio thanked him frivolously. The other party smiled faintly in response.

Di Biaccio didn't stop and kept running towards the Sistine Chapel. Monks, attendants, and dervishes tried to stop him from running to the sacred place, but Dibiaggio just raised his credentials and ran away without waiting for them to see them. He didn't have time to waste on the road.

Soon, the Sistine Chapel was close at hand. Michelangelo, Genesis, the Last Judgment, these words flashed through Di Biaggio's mind. These are all mentioned in textbooks, and he will see them for the first time. I'm a little excited.

He rushed into the Sistine Chapel, and the Pope's eyes were clearly looking at the two Chinese, a man and a woman, but talking to a cardinal, and the two Chinese seemed to have come to visit, smiling and not making any moves.

The cardinal's voice came: "Don't play with these little tricks in front of me. I won't warn a second time. Surrender or perish. ”

No one looked at Di Biaggio as if he were a transparent person, which made Di Biaggio a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, I'm Di Biaggio from the Italian National Security Agency, everyone, you ......" Di Biaggio suddenly felt his throat paralyzed, as if something huge was blocking it, preventing the air he had inhaled from his mouth and nose from reaching his lungs.

He thought it was blocked by phlegm and coughed twice, but it didn't get better. Soon, he felt that he had been suffocated.

It's not funny, DiBiaggio thought anxiously, it's not funny! I don't want to die here! He began to regret why he had broken into this place so rashly.

He grabbed his neck tightly with his hands, as if he wanted to open his throat in order to get that little bit of air!

An anxious voice came from the headphones: "Dibiaggio! Dibiaggio! What's wrong with you! Your vital signs are changing drastically! Answer me!"

Di Biaggio wanted to answer the gentle voice, but he couldn't speak. He fell to his knees, clutching at his throat in vain, blood already visible on his fingers.

The cardinal said slowly: "Man is a very peculiar creature. When he thinks he is bleeding, even if he has no wounds on his body, he will show symptoms of excessive blood loss and even death, and when he holds the finger of a blindfolded person close to the ice and tells him that it is a soldering iron, his skin will appear to be burned. When a person thinks that there is something wrong with his breathing, he will still not be able to breathe even though his respiratory organs are all good. ”

"I think this kind of death is very good, and it is very suitable for the clergy. Just let all of your men die like this, okay?" the cardinal laughed stiffly.

"What do you want?" finally the Pope said.

Di Biaccio found that what had been choking his throat was finally gone, and as if he had been pardoned, he greedily breathed in the fresh air until he coughed violently and fell to his knees, unable to rise for a moment. Tears flowed from his eyes due to pain, blurring his eyes and making it difficult for him to see the person in front of him.

Only faint voices could be heard, somewhat distorted, as if coming from far away.

"It's not what I want," said the cardinal, "but what you're going to give me to appease my anger." You don't have much time, don't wear down my patience. ”

"All the riches of the Holy See belong to my lord, and I have no right to give them to anyone," said the Pope calmly, "so I can tell you where some treasures are placed, but you must take them yourself, and the Holy See will never recognize your right to possess them." At some point, the Holy See will mobilize its forces to recover those treasures from you. ”

"That's good," said the cardinal, in a bland tone, "if you can afford to pursue it, then come." Now, though, I'm going to take it first. Don't waste my time with boring stuff, I want a treasure that is about the same as that thorn. ”

The Pope stretched out his left hand, spread it out, and in it was a brass-colored key, "Take it." ”

Lonan smiled playfully, stepped forward, and easily retrieved the key without any abnormalities.

The cardinal spoke, "Where is the treasure?"

"It's right underground," the Pope said calmly, "at my feet." ”

Ronan closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. The cardinal also had a stiff smile on his face: "Very good, you didn't lie to me!"

The Pope took a few steps back, and Ronan stomped his foot like a giant hammer falling, and the flat ground suddenly cracked and dust kicked up.

Lonan bent down and groped in the dust. When he got up, he had two more thorns in his hands.

Just like the thorns he got at the beginning, there is a huge amount of spiritual power in them.

But this so-called massive spiritual power, compared to the scepter and ring in the Pope's hand, it is really a firefly compared to Haoyue.

He glanced at the scepter with fear, if the Pope really had a way to induce the power of the scepter, even if it was only one percent, it would leave his mid-level monk without bones.

This scepter is definitely a superb magic weapon, infinitely close to the power of an immortal weapon. Those who can refine this kind of scepter are probably far superior to the power of Bu Xuan Zhenzun!

"Very good, I'm satisfied, then this time, I won't pursue it. Hopefully we'll be indefinite. Cardinal Clement closed his eyes and fell back suddenly, without breath. It turned out to be dead.