When the three spies wake up, they find themselves tied up in a cellar, flickering candlelight illuminating the nearby furnishings, and the ceiling and pillars are painted with elaborate reliefs of the Holy Father, indicating that it is a religious building. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The three seasoned agents looked at each other, suspecting that they were being locked under the church.

The three of them were tied to the ground like a blooming clover. Frederick circled around them nervously, touching his chin and asking, "Are you Ferdinand?"

"It's not. The agent said firmly.

Frederick was even more nervous, he smiled nervously, and muttered, "It is futile to deny it...... Ferdinand's claim to be spying on me doesn't seem to be a bluff. He even bribed my knights, got his hands on even my most confidential information, and ambushed me. Yes, you guys are great. Then he stooped down to the spy, his eyes wide open, as if he were about to eat a man, "Are you following me to find the Sith?

"We're just ordinary businessmen. The spy was adamant.

Frederick looked at them for a moment, and then said, "Fight." ”

10 tin men surrounded each other, fists and legs, the dull sound of pounding rice cakes was incessant, and the screams of the spies echoed.

Suddenly, a white light hung down in the distance, and Father Franck lifted the lid of the cellar and stood on the stairs and shouted angrily: "The great priest said, can you be quiet?"

"Stop fighting. Frederick raised his hand. Ten knights scattered, stepping on 20 lines of bloody footprints, and three unrecognizable spies were lying in a pool of blood, dying.

The cellar was quiet, and the priest grunted back to the ground, closed it, and cut off the white light.

Frederick turned his head and asked the agent, "I heard that you are ordinary merchants, then I am relieved, no one dares to retaliate if you are killed." ”

The spy pulled at his hoarse throat and shouted hoarsely: "Prince Ferdinand has ordered us to keep control of your itinerary! If you kill us, you will definitely be retaliated against, and you will be severely retaliated!"

"When did it start?" Frederick interrogated.

"Three days ago. ”

Frederick calculated that three days earlier had been the day he had taken Otto and Jacob into custody. Obviously, after the mole was taken into custody, Ferdinand lost his source of intelligence, so he increased his surveillance.

This answer confirmed the suspicion of Otto and Jacob, and made Frederick's heart ache, like a soldering iron.

He gritted his teeth and hated: "Obviously a condescending prince, but he is good at petty theft. Is he afraid, afraid that I'll keep my promise and cut off his remarkable head?"

The spy sneered: "On the contrary, the prince was busy dealing with the troubles caused by the defection of the Sith that he put you aside for the time being. Do you think you've won a big victory? See, under the Prince's activities, Lord Oppenheimer has successfully commuted his sentence, but there is a fundamental difference between death and imprisonment - soon he will be released on medical bail, and then he will be released from prison and continue to serve the Prince as if nothing had happened. And the bank with a market value of 70,000 yuan will give it to you, the prince is short of money? Hehe, go and spend it, and squander all the 70,000 gold coins in your lifetime, because your longevity is already stretched. ”

Frederick walked up and down anxiously, holding back his temper and not interrupting the agent's clamour. He gritted his teeth and listened to what the agent had to say, then suddenly turned his head back and glared at the agent angrily: "I know Ferdinand will commute his sentence." The Department of Justice is a prostitute in front of you, and she can afford to provide as much service as she can. So he will definitely get a reduced sentence. Haha, I don't care about commutation, because on the contrary, there is no difference between the death penalty and imprisonment, because the more he sells his privileges, the faster he dies. Oppenheimer couldn't fly, he was already a dead man. ”

"Dead man?" the agent was dumbfounded.

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At the same time, outside the main gate of Simmel Prison, a Teutonic knight stood with a lot of emotion. He carried a jet-black greatsword, his top-heavy corona helmet raised and looked up at the opulent prison, the Y-shaped slit in his visor like two mocking eyebrows.

"The weather is so nice...... Let's move a little. Grand Master St. Peter sighed excitedly.

As he made his willful decision, the prison gates were suddenly closed, and the sumptuous Romanesque palace building was immediately put under martial law, and countless flintlock rifles poked out of the windows, pointing densely at the Teutonic knights downstairs, and began to broadcast an emergency announcement, the voice of which was trembling nervously:

"You have been surrounded, the Wehrmacht will arrive at the scene quickly, please don't make drastic moves! The Teutonic knight downstairs, you are wanted for ambushing the Imperial Count, please wait for the Wehrmacht to arrest you, don't enter the prison without permission! Repeat, please wait for the Wehrmacht to arrest, don't break the prison without permission!"

"Who ambushed the Imperial Count, that blue-haired boy, one has no breasts, two has no ass, even if he puts on fishnet stockings and high heels, I have no interest in him!" The Teutonic Knight's corona helmet shook impatiently, and two flaming flames suddenly lit up in his visor, and then he stepped on the floor tiles, like a cannonball crashing into the prison gate where it had landed.

As he skimmed out of his blurred figure, the flames of his eyes trailed out of a meteor-like trail, and the prison soldiers saw only two lines of orange lightning crash into the building beneath their feet.

The soldiers only saw St. Peter slam into the prison gate with a whoosh, and they didn't even have time to shoot. The dome was made of solid cedar wood, half a meter thick, and wrapped in a five-centimeter steel plate, and was touted by the military department as "a sandwich biscuit that no one can chew on".

Then there was a "boom", the building shook, the ground shook, and the radio sounded violently:

"The Dome Gate is destroyed! The platoon gun battalion is aiming at the Dome Gate tunnel and is allowed to fire! The grenadiers are in position!"

The soldiers immediately put away their guns, turned around, rushed to the inner side of the fortress, poked their guns out of the hole again, and aimed at the tunnel of the Dome in the dark, where the uncaring Grand Master was swaggering out of the dusty tunnel into the lawn of the prison center, carrying his sword.

The lawn is a place where convicts rest and relax, and is covered by the entire prison's fire net, which is the most secure place.

The warden led the prison knights in a line on the grass, relying on a thousand flintlock rifles for fire support, and angrily shouted at St. Peter: "You led your troops to ambush Count Frederick, causing an uproar in the imperial capital, and the empire is looking for you! You dare to swagger in broad daylight, you must be tired of being alive......"

Suddenly, the shadow of the Grand Master blurred and disappeared. When the warden was stunned, the sunlight was suddenly obscured, and he was shrouded in shadows, because the two-meter-high Teutonic armor suddenly appeared in front of him, and the huge corona helmet was like a hollow giant wheel, obscuring the sun in the sky, casting the shadow of a hollow disc on the grass behind the warden.

A black cloud weighed down on his face, making it impossible for the warden to breathe, and he suddenly felt his soul drift away from his body, because his life no longer belonged to him, but to the burly man in front of him, who weighed 400 pounds.

The platoon gun battalion looked stupid. They had never seen a knight who could teleport, and they didn't understand if they should shoot - they might shoot the warden to death. (To be continued.) )