The merchant put the Barrett sniper rifle down, removed the communicator, and pressed the call button.

"What's the matter with you?" Connor Sabah's voice came from the communicator, with a strong sense of anger, "My son and daughter-in-law are still in that guy's hands, but your men are shooting at him!"

The merchant frowned slightly: "He is wearing the king's windbreaker, and ordinary bullets can't penetrate it at all." ”

"I'm going to make sure my son is safe!" said Connor Sabah.

"Don't worry, I will keep your son safe. The king let go of the call button and threw the communicator on the empty couch beside him.

He moved his gaze to the ground.

The circle of snow-bright searchlights moved with the master's figure, and it was already very close to the Temple Mount.

The merchant muttered to himself, "What is that guy doing in that place?"

The wizard said, "Was it the prostitute who shot before?"

The merchant said, "The priest is also on the ground, I don't know who fired the shot, does it matter?"

"Priests like to shoot people in the head, prostitutes like to shoot people in the face, the two of them are the best among us, if they did, then the kid should have been shot, one in the head, one in the face, but the guy is still running, what does that mean?" the wizard looked up at the merchant.

In the dim light, it was a crumpled face, bloodless, whiter than that of the merchant's Leonardo.

It's also a bionic mask.

The merchant shrugged: "I'm not interested in this question, I just want to know what that guy found in Jerusalem." The compass is on his body, he uses the kidnapping of Rubio and Pydra to divert our attention, his real purpose is to guide the compass to what he is looking for, what do you think it will be?"

"I haven't seen a prostitute in ten years, do you think there will be wrinkles on her real face?" said the wizard.

The merchant suddenly didn't want to talk to the wizard.

He felt that the wizard had a problem with his brain and was suspected of having a crush on a prostitute.

His gaze fell to the ground again.

Under the circumference of the searchlight, the master of the flower planter had already reached the square of the church, and it was in his sight that he sprinted for a distance and then rose from the ground, climbed the façade of the church of the Holy Sepulchre in a few jumps, and then stopped on a balcony.

Did he become a monkey?

Or maybe it's a goat.

The merchant suddenly realized something, and there was a solemn look between his eyebrows.

Li Zi'an faced the sky, raised his right hand high, and then raised his middle finger.

On the road leading to the Church of Our Lady, police and military vehicles rushed towards them.

"Stop!" Li Zi'an yelled.

A few cars stopped, but instead of listening to him, they couldn't go any further, and barricades were installed on the road leading to the square.

The car door opened, and more than a dozen or twenty heavily armed special forces rushed over at night.

Behind them, more police and special forces surrounded them from both flanks.

Li Zi'an yelled again: "Stop!"

No one listened to him at all.

Li Zi'an turned around and kicked on the old wooden door behind the balcony.

There was a click, and the ancient wooden door that was unknown how many years old burst instantly, and the wood fragments fell to the ground with a clatter.

Under the snowy beam of the searchlight, many people have seen this situation.

The special forces who rushed to the front paused for a moment, but only for two or three seconds, and then rushed forward again.

Li Zi'an turned around, lifted his foot and kicked on the guardrail of the balcony.

With a muffled thud, the carved guardrails made of stone bricks flew out in pieces, some falling on the roof, crushing the tiles, and some flying farther and smashing into the square.

The special forces who rushed to the front stopped in unison.

This ancient building has an extraordinary meaning to them, and if they could trade their lives for the broken guardrail, they would not hesitate to give their lives.

The commander of the Israel, who had just acted, shouted with a megaphone: "Don't be impulsive, don't destroy the building!

This is to convince people with virtue.

Use the simplest words and the most effective way to persuade the person you want to persuade.

"Everyone withdraw!" Li Zi'an untied the backpack on his back and held it high, "Otherwise, I will detonate!"

There were no bombs in the backpack, just the metal box.

When he lifted it, Li Zi'an found that there were several bullet holes on the rucksack, but the metal box inside was intact, and there was not even a trace of being hit by a bullet in the corresponding bullet holes.

These people are really crazy to kill him!

However, only he knew what was in the backpack, and no one could take responsibility for his detonation of the "bomb".

Soon, the special forces who rushed to the front didn't know if they had received the order and began to retreat.

Three more men came this way.

A white man in a neat suit, about the age of fifty, with a slight baldness on the top of his head, and a small amount of blonde hair blown by the night wind, which was quite flowing.

Li Zi'an recognized it at a glance, it was Pei Deao, one of the bigwigs of the Lighthouse Republican Party.

Not only did he call Pedeo, but he also saw pictures of Pedeo.

Pedeo was followed not by CIA agents or by the lighthouse's special forces stationed at the military base in Israel, but by a priest in a red monk's robe, and a woman in a long green dress.

Li Zi'an's gaze fell on the woman in the long green dress, and for some reason, there was a sense of familiarity in his heart.

He was 100% sure that he had never seen the woman in the long green dress, but she gave him the feeling of an acquaintance, as if he had known him for a long time.

It's weird.

He suddenly found the reason.

The source of this feeling is in Soren Sabah's diary.

He had listened to most of Soren Saba's diary, and in every diary he wrote there was a woman in a green dress, and her name was Yin Ji.

There are many, many women in green dresses in this world, too many to count, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't think about the yin in Soren Saba's diary, but the retro style of her skirt and her temperament are similar to Soren Saba's yin queen.

"Soren Saba's Yin Ji is a character from a hundred years ago, but her figure is the figure of a woman in her twenties, has she taken the elixir?" Li Zi'an was very surprised and confused in his heart.

But when he thought of his aunt Da Yue'er, he didn't feel strange.

His gaze fell on the priest in the red robes again.

It was a bald, middle-aged white man, with a burly build, and a silver cross in his hand. There was no expression on his face, and there was no blood.

Li Zi'an didn't bother to open his eyes to get endless information, he was under siege, whether it was fighting, or escaping, or even being shot would consume true qi and chaotic energy, he had to save some use. As for the woman and the priest who followed Peideo, their identities were actually easy to guess, and they should both be councillors of the Road Company.

Pei Deao stopped in the square, raised the megaphone in his hand and said: "Li Zi'an, you can't escape, surrender!"

Li Zi'an just looked at him.

"Let my daughter go, and I can assure you that you will be judged fairly. Pedeo said.

Li Zi'an said: "I don't know who you're talking about, who is Li Zi'an?"

Pei De'o snorted coldly: "It's all come to this point, do you still think you can escape, who are you, we know each other, does it make sense to deny?"

"I'm Nezha. Li Zi'an's voice resounded in the square.

"You're enough!" Pedeo roared, "Where is my daughter?

"Who is your daughter? She should be in some man's bed, what are you looking for me for?" Li Zi'an said.

Pedeo's lungs were about to explode.

He waved his hand.

A team of special forces suddenly bent over and moved quickly in this direction.

These special forces are dressed and equipped differently from those just now, and they are the special forces of the lighthouse.

Lighthouses have a large number of troops stationed in the Middle East, and under the banner of protecting world peace, they are doing things that are inferior to animals. As Pedeo, he wants to call in an elite special forces unit in the Middle East, and that is just a phone call.

"Mr. Pedeo, what are you doing, don't be impulsive!" the commander ran to him.

Peide'o's voice was cold: "I don't accept anyone's threats, I'm going to catch him!"

"Don't forget what this place is!" said the commander of the serre, anxious.

Pei Deao snorted coldly: "My daughter is still in that guy's hands, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Also, this place has been silenced by the radio, he can't send a signal at all, my people are professionally trained, they are all experts in this area, they will catch that guy and solve the problem." ”

"Your men can't shoot inside!" the commander of the serres was still worried.

"I'm just like you, this place is a sacred place for us, and that's why I won't allow that guy to go wild here," said Pedeo. ”

"Be careful!" said the commander of the serrets.

Pei De'o's gaze returned to Li Zi'an's body, and he raised the megaphone again: "Li Zi'an, give you another chance one last time, come out and surrender immediately!"

"I have to say it a few times before you can remember, I'm not Li Zi'an, I'm Nezha. Li Zi'an's voice.

The priest standing in Pedeo glanced at the woman in the long green dress, and there was a preparatory move to step forward.

The woman in the long green dress shook her head slightly, and the priest's leaning forward body returned.

This action did not escape the master's discernment, and he said again: "Let your people in, and I will reason with them." ”

Pedeo waved his hand at the church.

The elite special forces from the lighthouse split into two teams and rushed towards the church from both sides of the square.

Li Zi'an turned and entered the church.

He is going to convince people with virtue again.