When the paper man flew over the dock, he saw a figure suddenly appear in the night, from far and near, stepping on the roof of the building, jumping up and down, slowly coming from the south. This skill is naturally not a mortal, but the origin of this person's face is difficult to distinguish for a while. Paper Man couldn't help but stop and be on guard in case of an enemy on his back.

After all, it was still night, and even though there was the light of the blazing white cross on the sea, the man was dressed in black, and his movements were fast, and at a distance of less than 100 meters, it was still difficult for the paper man to distinguish whether he was friend or foe.

The man also suddenly stopped walking at this time, standing at a high point in the distance and looking at the paper man, eighty percent was speculating about the identity of the paper man.

Both of them are strong masters, and their thoughts are basically the same, this distance at this moment is almost their own safety range, both offensive and defensive, can fight and escape, if you want to enter again, it is your life and death,

Of course, such a confrontation is a situation where both sides assume that the other party's ability level is less than or equal to their own, and if the opposite person is a fierce master, the distance is not very meaningful.

It was the Paper Man who spoke first: "Listen, friend, I'm a policeman, and if you're an accomplice of those people at sea, I'm sorry, I can't let you through." ”

Faro breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said in his heart: It turns out that he is just a policeman, and the ability to fly is rare, but he stays in a small place like Venice...... He's a high-level character at most. Thinking of this, he smiled and replied, "Oh, it turned out to be my own person, I'm sorry, you didn't wear a uniform, I didn't recognize it." There was some pride and disdain in his tone.

Both of them moved a little, and the distance between them shortened slightly, but both sides still didn't completely relax, and who knows if the other was cheating.

It wasn't until Paper Man saw clearly that the black costume on Faro's body, which was indeed HL's military uniform, that he basically lifted his guard and asked, "Are you Jim's man?" ”

"Jim, do you mean Colonel Malone?" Faro looked at the man in front of him suspiciously, "It seems that your cop is very familiar with the local HL." ”

"It's okay. Paper Man said, "So, you're not a local HL member?"

Faro didn't want to waste too much time with a mere policeman, so he changed the subject and said, "Okay, according to my rank, there is no reason to reveal any information inside HL to you, I think you are also a capable person, you can stay here to help me prevent delirious civilians or drunkards from approaching, so as not to cause accidental injuries in a short battle, and also for your own safety." With that, he turned and swept out like a galley in the direction of the sea, and in a few seconds he was far away on the surface.

Although the paper man is a little annoyed by the other party's attitude, but looking at the other party's speech and temperament, he must be considered a master in HL, just the dragonfly in front of him, he will definitely not be able to do it.

"Well, I'll just stand and watch from a distance, and if I don't need to do anything, that's the best. "Paper Man saw that someone volunteered to take the lead, so he did what he wanted, and did a support job. The combat power of the Inspector General of the Holy City was only read in some information reports a few years ago, so let's go back to the audience today to see if the real person has three heads and six arms.

So he sat on the paper flying carpet and chased in the direction that Faro had run out, and chased after him without hurry.

Speaking of three heads and six arms, there is really a three-headed and six-armed thug in the city at this moment rushing here, of course, three heads and six arms are just a metaphor, and it is really a bit wronged to use it on the blood lord, he is not only three heads and six arms, if it is placed in the era of information blockage, the reputation of a person like him should basically be: eight hands, horns, can eat people, and so on.

"Do you have arms, old man?" said the Blood Lord, sitting on a gondola boat, glaring impatiently at the boatman.

The boatman has gray hair, wears a fake mustache, and speaks in an Italian Sichuan accent: "Hehehe, young man, this is a sightseeing boat, and the speed can't be compared with those electric things." ”

"The pirate with the broken leg rows faster than you with his wooden pedals. ”

“NO，NO，NO...... Young people, you must know that in the canals of this city, it is necessary to be slow to have a mood. The boatman also pointed to the sky: "Enjoy the moonlight of the Mediterranean." ”

The Blood Owl whispered to himself, "Why haven't I killed him yet...... Ten minutes ago, when I saw his face, I wanted to kill him. ”

He sighed deeply and looked at the boatman: "Old man, oh no, brother, let me repeat what I told you ten minutes ago, that is, the sentence when I gave you the money, I think you have an impression." "Fuck me fast!!send me to that damn white light!!"

"Oh, young man, I'm not as young as you say......" The boatman's accent somehow changed to French Uyghur.

The blood lord said, "If I hadn't been gone for a day and wanted to rest for a while...... he clenched his fists, and then forced himself to put it down: "Listen, man, I know you're afraid of the danger there, so you're procrastinating, trying to wait for me to lose patience and go ashore by myself, and make some extra money for nothing." But let me break it down with you. At this point, he paused, and with his left hand he broke off a piece of wood from the boat, and before the boatman could shout, he threw the piece of wood out with a flick of his left arm, and the wood smashed a small bridge over the river more than ten meters next to it like a missile.

The boatman was immediately stunned, and stood on the side of the ship with his jaw dislocated, and then the blood lord continued: "If in another ten minutes, before I reach the dock, you will be turned into one thing—an oar." If you're going to jump off ship and run away, trust me, you'll still be instantly turned into an oar, and if you shout, or continue to utter half a word with a fake mustache and local accent that deceives tourists, oar!

And when I say oars, I mean something that is stiff, not breathing, and devoid of any biological features, and I will hold it in the middle of the way, and with the strength of my arm of about three hundred kilograms, I will turn it in an axis at high speed in the stern of the boat, which must be faster than an electric thing!" he said to the last sentence.

The boatman exclaimed in his heart: It's still a propeller! Is this a human? It will die...... Finished...... Often drifting on the river, where is not cut, deceived tourists for so many years, today is planted.

Although he was scared, his hands suddenly got up, and the speed of the boat was simply out of the dragon boat team, so people were forced out, and there were a few people who could not cry their fathers and mothers when the knife was on their necks, which is called the will to survive.

............

While the Blood Lords and the unscrupulous boatmen were sightseeing on the canal, on the sea, Faro had already met more than a dozen people of the Iron Commandment.

Faro came straight from the south, and in a moment he arrived, and jumped on the ice floe, but the other party did not immediately attack him, and looked as if nothing had happened, as if this uninvited guest was not enough to make them move.

Faro's gaze swept over the faces of each knight, then at the emaciated black-faced man, and finally stopped at Botrini's: "The faces that I have only seen on the wanted warrant before have finally been able to meet today. ”

Botrini looked at the other party with disdain, it was obvious that the military uniform had already explained the identity of the comer, and he snorted coldly: "Sure enough, the first to arrive is HL's lackey, so...... Were you the one who killed the clergy twenty hours ago?"

"As a thief, you have a very strong tone. Faro didn't deny what he had to say about the priest, and certainly didn't admit it, he didn't know what the other party was referring to, maybe a moment of silence could be exchanged for more information, so he just replied: "Remember, Botrini, you will soon die at the hands of my G. Faro." ”

Botrini said: "Oh, is Faro, one of the 'Ape Sparrow Python Dragon', very good, the one who dared to go to the meeting alone when he saw my cross was really not an idle person, even if the killer didn't come tonight and killed you, I didn't run in vain." ”

Faro is arrogant and will not say defeat: "Hmph...... The thief who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead......"

The killing intent of the two has risen, and a death match is about to break out.

At this moment, however, the black-faced man leaned into Botrini's ear and said, "My lord, remember the prophecy given by the priest and the elder, and you must wait until the murderer appears before you can use the Holy Cross. ”

Botrini replied coldly, "I'll think about it." ”

In fact, he, the inspector general, has long been dissatisfied with the chief priest, not only because the other party has a high status second only to the Grand Master because he has never participated in the war at all, but what makes him even more annoyed is that the accuracy of those predictions is indeed unquestionable.

On this occasion, when Botrini led his ten warrior knights out of the Holy City, the chief priest gave him three instructions: first, you will know that it is the murderer when he appears to you, second, that the murderer should not use the Holy Cross until he appears, and third, that regardless of the outcome of the operation, withdraw immediately after the end of the operation, and not set foot in Venice again for two months.

These three made Botrini, who thought highly of himself, feel very strange, could it be that the person who killed the hundred or so priests would be a strong man who needed to use the Holy Cross to destroy?

"My lord, someone is here again. A knight in the front row said.

I saw a white paper flying carpet floating in the sky, and the one sitting on it was not an Indian Ah San, but a European man wearing a trench coat and a peaked cap.

"Go and dispose of him," said Botrini, "and then go to the shore, and don't let the minions come over." He continued to stare at where Faro was: "I've come to skin this python. ”

Paper Man didn't have time to fight back at Minion's position, because the ten knights killed him without saying a word of nonsense after receiving the order.

Even if the weight was not light, these knights could still easily leap high from the ice, whether they were long swords or short spears, their blades shining from their waists, and ten people surrounded the paper man in a semicircle in the air, all of them stabbing with their hands, and they saw that there was no way to avoid it.