Yi Chen let out a faint laugh, and looked at Jester who was sitting on the sofa embarrassed with interest. Kane danced with his pistol, sat in his old position, stroked the purple on his forehead with his left hand, looking at Jester. Feili and Gore stood in the bar desperately wiping the glasses, while the other leaned against the door to watch the excitement.

Jester waited for a long time, but Yi Chen still didn't say a word, he smiled bitterly: "Boss, I'm sorry, what do you say, I accept it anyway. I just went to look at the scenery, who knew I would face them on"

Yi Chen snapped his fingers, took off his coat with a few blood stains on his body, and said haha ​​repeatedly, "Aha, Jester, dear Jester, you are facing two cardinal bishops, more than a dozen. The bishop actually said that he was just looking at the appearance. You are so great, you, a former servant of God, really an honest lamb. Didn't God teach you that you are strictly forbidden to lie?"

Jester opened his hands resignedly and gestured to Kane: "Kane, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to get out, so I stunned you, you can take care of it, and I can get revenge any way you want. Give it a beating."

Kane showed a slight smile: "Well, it’s okay. I don’t have much interest in beating a super-powered person. My hands will hurt. If this happens again in the future, please talk to me first, and I’ll be You have knocked me out." Jester smiled bitterly, looked at Yi Chen and said: "OK, boss, there is no problem with Kane, what are you going to do with me?"

Yi Chen sat on the sofa opposite him and said with a grin: "Let’s do it, because you hurt me. So, let’s deduct your dividends for this year. Of course, Fatadio’s profits will be given to them. You have a share, but you don’t have any money from the income from several of our own shops, do you agree?"

Jester laughed: "It doesn't matter, I have enough money now, and I'm not Chekov, so just deduct it."

Yi Chen agreed, his face became serious: "So, Jester, tell me what is the Saint Paul's Church, there are actually two sacred artifacts." Yi Chen told Jester about his voyeurism. When it came to the situation, these twists and turns attracted everyone present, even Kane got close, sat on the sofa next to Yi Chen, listening attentively.

Jester's eyes widened: "God, damn God, the two sacred objects are fucking, so the strength of the Holy See is strengthened." His face was unwilling, and his eyes flashed fiercely. Yi Chen asked: "Boss, why didn't you kill those priests that sudden attack, you should be able to kill a few?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Why take the risk to kill them? I don't have any deep hatred with them. There is no need to stimulate them too much. It is enough to make them sad to let them lose a sword of the knight."

Jester laughed loudly: "Yeah, yeah, a holy sword with powerful attack power is lost. Van Erst and the others must be reprimanded by the Pope."

Yi Chen nodded, glanced at Phil, who walked gently in and closed the door, motioned him to sit down and listened, and asked Jester: "Then, what is the sacred object that has been truly affected by God or Is it a powerful treasure blessed by angels?"

Jester shook his head and said: "The so-called sacred artifacts are instruments that have been handed down from the Middle Ages and have quite powerful power. Well, they were not blessed by God or some shit angels, but because they were originally. The master has a powerful practice that is incomparable now. Their masters are generally pious ascetics. After letting go of these weapons, they continue to practice penance and practice before the murder weapon they used to kill, so as to give themselves a powerful holy spirit. Infused in these instruments, they have incredible power."

Yi Chen frowned: "Could it be that the monks at that time possessed more powerful holy power than the current bishop?"

Jester shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows that's what happened anyway. Some of the tools handed down at that time did have a powerful force that the current believers could not match. Perhaps, because the current clergy began to degenerate, they The power gained is naturally weaker than the ascetic monks at that time. Think about the clergy of the American parishes who forcibly wiped out boys at the beginning of this century. Probably it is already showing great compassion."

Yi Chen said, nodded and said, "Maybe, just like Chinese cultivators, ancient cultivators can easily reach the realm of the unity of nature and humans and ascend to the immortal realm, but the current cultivators... even if I know them. Those old ghosts are already too strong to look like humans, but they still don't have the power to ascend. There have been no immortals in China for hundreds of years."

Jester whispered: "Europe has not had a powerful saint for hundreds of years. Perhaps the human heart is degenerating. Therefore, no one is worthy of such a powerful force."

Yi Chen laughed: "No matter so many, then, what kind of procedure is the so-called identification of holy artifacts and identification of the Lord?"

Jester took a sigh of disdain and said, "Identifying the sacred artifact is to let a few red bishops detect what kind of ability a certain unknown sacred artifact has, whether it is attacking, defending, guarding, healing, or exorcising... To put it more practically, a group of cultural relic dealers are evaluating the value of antiques. As for the so-called acknowledgment, it is to let a person own it under the auspices of the greatest, most notarized, most majestic, most sacred, and most representative of the glory of God. The noble, powerful, pure body shit knight gains the power of the sacred instrument and becomes the faithful thug of the Holy See... That's how it happened."

Yi Chen tilted his head slightly, frowned and thought about something, Jester burst into laughter suddenly: "Of course, the boss gave that bullshit Paul a blow, enough to make the people of the Holy See cry, generally if a set of saints If the artifact is incomplete, only 30 of them can be used at most. However, after the sacred artifact recognizes the master, if the owner is killed or injured, at least within one year, he will not re-attach to a new master... Therefore, this set of sacred artifacts is equivalent to It became a waste in a year. Of course, if the Pope is willing to do his best to mend the damn Paul, then nothing has happened."

Yi Chen regretted it and said, "I would kill Paul if I knew it so early... Can the Pope treat a disabled man whose bones are all broken and the meridians are broken by 50?"

Jester licked his lips, showing a wolf-like smile: "Boss, if the Pope does his best and does not stingy with his physical strength, he can indeed rescue a person in a few days, even if that person is about to die. The same is true. Of course, we can prevent Paul from becoming a holy knight. Isn’t it the boss? We have this strength, right?"

Yi Chen raised the index finger of his right hand, shook it in front of Jester, and warned him: "No, Jester, you have to remember that if things are not completed satisfactorily, then don't regret it, and don't try to go. Forced remedy. Our current strength is not enough to deal with the current manpower of the Holy See. Understand, you must learn to choose. You have initially set up a small universe. As long as you continue to practice, you are likely to achieve a reborn effect before me. At that time, you will be a so-called immortal first-class person, are you still afraid of not being able to avenge your enemies"

Jester murmured: "Yes, yeah, boss, I listen to you, I won't be impulsive anymore..." He waved his fist heavily and smiled fiercely.

Yi Chen evacuated his muscles and bones, and said with satisfaction: "Then, all the problems are solved, Phil, when the day breaks, you go to the gate to greet the newspaper and see what the headlines are. I look forward to the news from the tabloid reporters of the British Empire. Performance... I really don’t know how the Holy See is going to hide certain things. I really look forward to it."

Yi Chen suddenly remembered another question and asked Jester strangely: "Then Jester, tell me why the people of the Dark Council didn’t kill Paul? If they kill Paul, then destroy the two sacred objects. Isn’t it more direct? I know they cherish the names of their members very much, but if they can attack the Holy See, they wouldn’t care about a little sacrifice, right?"

Jester said simply: "The holy artifacts can be destroyed, but the holy artifacts that have been recognized by the Lord, his holy power can never be destroyed. The Holy See can infuse the holy power on any piece of the same surname. In the appliance, although the effect is a little bit worse, there is not much difference."

Yi Chen yelled, "So, I understand. Then, the best way to deal with these sacred artifacts is to seal them up, isn't it that these lucky vampires have to flee with the holy sword. Their Supreme Councillor has a way to seal the sacred artifacts." Jester nodded and approved Yi Chen's statement. Yi Chen laughed and rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Really... I can't see such fun things. It's true. I really want to see the sealing methods of Western black magic. It's a pity, it's a pity, the Dark Council will never be happy for me to observe their actions."

Jester looked at Yi Chen a little strangely. He really didn't understand why Yi Chen was interested in these things.

Yi Chen's mood became very good. He yelled and gathered up a table of mahjong, and began to gather people to gamble. Feilijiao smiled and sat on his lap to play cards indiscriminately, making Yi Chen a big defeat for a while. And Phil, who was sitting on his hand, was smiling and playing cards again and again. . .

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At dawn, Phil went out to wait for the newspaper, and Kane was forced into the gambling game by Jester.

Ten minutes later, Phil walked in with a look of surprise: "Boss, there is no news about St. Paul's Cathedral in the newspaper. The news director of The Times vowed to send reporters to rush away as soon as possible... Same thing. Tabloids like The Sun did not have any news related to St. Paul’s Church, and even the news that more than 20 police officers were suddenly and seriously injured and hospitalized."

Yi Chen calmly snatched an eight-tube from Feili, lost one forty thousand and went out, saying indifferently: "That's very good, very good, Jester, take a look, take a look, The strength of the Holy See is not what we can imagine. Even the Sun newspaper, which even the British royal family dared to report on biting people, has not moved at all this time. Their power is really strong."

Jester snorted coldly, did not speak with a gloomy face, and hurled out a card indiscriminately. As a result, he made the Gore which he was playing at a discount. Gore smiled and ate his card.

Yi Chen stood up, stretched his waist and said, "So tired, so tired, Jester, I warned you for the last time, to be honest, if it wasn't for your luck last night, my strength was enough to support you at a distance. It has been killed. Remember, you have only one surname. You can waste your life, but don’t hurt your partner. Let’s take a rest. That’s it for this time. There is nothing left to say. "

Vaguely, a few particularly sensitive people, such as Yi Chen, Feili, and Jester, vaguely felt that there was some strange vibration from the sky, but it was very weak. Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, and it didn’t matter to him. He took Feili upstairs.

An hour later, Yi Chen was awakened by Phil: "Boss, people from Scotland Yard have asked to see you, um, a senior superintendent."

Yi Chen muttered a few words: "Senior Superintendent Phil, are there any fights and fights in our recent venue, are there dead people or other violent crimes?"

Phil also shook his head confusedly and said, "Everything is normal in the venue recently. After being taught one time, some of the boys who like to make trouble don't dare to come again. It's calm, and we don't have any handles in their hands. Besides, half a month ago, didn’t you just send a batch of money to their boss?"

Yi Chen re-dressed with an unhappy face, and went to the meeting room on the second floor.

The serious senior superintendent, who was about forty years old, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Yi Chen, you have been admired for a long time. It's not easy to see you."

Yi Chen also stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "This is... I basically know all the police officers in Scotland Yard, but you are rare."

The superintendent introduced himself and said: "My name is Victor, Cal Victor, you can call me Karl."

Yi Chen smiled inwardly: "Carl is like a dog's name..." However, on the surface, he still politely said to the Superintendent: "It's an honor to see you, Mr. Carl. You are..." "He stretched out his hand, and the two sat down on the sofa.

Carl shrugged his shoulders in a British posture and shook his head slightly to express helplessness and said: "I am in charge of certain special cases. Therefore, I rarely deal with big people like you. This time I also have something to ask Mr. Yi. cooperating."

Yi Chen nodded slightly: "It is our duty to cooperate with the police to maintain social stability. We are all law-abiding citizens of the British Empire. Excuse me, what kind of case did the senior police officer of the Special Investigation Office dispatch?" On Carl's self-introduction, Yi Chen slightly guessed the organization Carl belongs to.

Carl said straightforwardly: "A special plane belonging to the Holy See of the Vatican was shot down by a light anti-aircraft missile and crashed into a residential building. According to analysis, the attacker may have used a Stinger missile made in the United States. We would like to ask Yi Mr. Chen, do you have the relevant information, do you know anyone who has been buying such munitions recently?"

Yi Chen's heart moved. It turned out that the shock was due to this. The turning point of the Holy See was shot down. I don't know if there is a big man like the cardinal on it. If there is, I am afraid that the crazy trial and crazy fire in the Middle Ages will appear again. The revenge of the Holy See is not fun.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "I am a law-abiding citizen, Mr. Carl, do you think I will sell arms that is really terrible, how could I know these things?" Yi Chen was a little drummer in his heart, his secret There are eight Stinger missiles in the arsenal. If Scotland Yard really has some information, then he really can't eat it and walks around. . .

Carl stared at Yi Chen and said sincerely: "Mr. Yi Chen, I don't say any meaningless hypocritical words. You know what kind of character you are, and we have some information. However, compared to other things. Big bosses, you are still the most secure, so we don’t want to offend people like you. Give me something I want to know, and I’ll leave right away."

Yi Chen picked up the wine glass offered by Gore, took a sip, smiled and said, "Well, that's it... Um... It's very difficult to do."

Carl looked at Yi Chen and said seriously: "The above gave us a lot of pressure, I hope you can understand. We have information on all the bosses in London City, but we are not very familiar with certain channels, so , Please cooperate. The attacked plane belongs to the Holy See. It is very likely that it will become a particularly serious incident because of the Holy See. If our comprehensive investigation damages the interests of Mr. Yi Chen, I am afraid that this is also your unwillingness to watch. Come"

Yi Chen ignored his euphemistic threats, a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and said, "I still don't know what you mean, alas, but if you can guarantee something, maybe I can recall something. "Since Carl himself admitted that they didn't know some channels, he wouldn't know what his inventory was. Yi Chen felt relieved all at once.

Carl nodded and said knowingly: "If you can provide some unique and valuable information, of course, I will be happy to give Mr. Yi Chen some special care in the future."

Yi Chen laughed with satisfaction, and said to Carl: "Thank you for your promise. A gentleman will definitely abide by his promise... Well, there is a special villa in a garden community in the West End of London, well, His roof is all golden, and his master may know something... Of course, because of some relationship, I didn't say the above to you, did I"

Carl looked at Yi Chen and asked with some confusion: "This master, what kind of person is he? Channel or intermediary" Yi Chen looked at Carl, rolled his eyes, and stopped talking. For a long time, after drinking the wine in his hand and filling Carl’s appetite, he slowly said, "He is a big man, a heavyweight. The character...haha, the character with heavy firepower."

Carl understood something, and inwardly cursed Yi Chen a few times: "It is estimated that this heavyweight still has some discomfort with you, otherwise, why would you say it so happily?" On the surface, he still smiled. Expressed gratitude to Yi Chen.

Yi Chen smiled and saw off the guests, and when he approached the gate, he asked, "Mr. Carl, why are those people attacking the special plane of the Holy See? Is there any big man on it?"

Carl replied smoothly: "No, no, except for the two hapless pilots, there is no one on it. It is really strange. What are they trying to do? God bless, the two cardinals are not on the plane, otherwise..." Carl There was also a look of fear on his face. If the two cardinals were on the plane, I am afraid that the security measures of the British political axe would be attacked by Christians all over the world.

Yi Chen watched Carl get in the car and drove away. He stood at the gate of China Town and meditated: "Well, the people on the plane are probably Si Gang's subordinates. It is possible to escape from such a situation. Time to take away the sacred objects... It's weird, isn't Paul on the plane?"

Yi Chen smiled suddenly: "It's not bad, the Holy See's heart is really cruel enough, so he gave up Paul, yes, but in one year, a glorious holy knight can be born in one year. What a wonderful thing, although the power of the holy sword is not enough to be fully utilized, but at least I think of it as a master..."

Yi Chen walked back staggeringly, and the sacred artifacts thing was over like this, and it was more or less complete. Although I don’t know if the people of the Dark Council did these things, but what is the inside story and what does it have to do with Yi Chen? Where is the final destination of the sacred artifact, and what does it have to do with Yi Chen?

At the same time, Bai Jiade and his boss were in a secret stronghold in the West End of London, and the two were dumbfounded looking at the special issue of The Times today, which specifically reported on the attack. . .

Bai Jiade murmured: "Boss, the people we are looking for are too fast, and they are too cruel, what shall we do"

His boss's face is also extremely ugly: "They are crazy guys, they actually used missiles to hit the special plane of the Holy See. God, I didn't mean to offend you... Bai Jiade, hurry up and pay them the remaining money. , We will leave the UK at once."

Regardless of the fact that this wonderful couple is in a hurry to deal with the aftermath, their efficiency is still good. They found a mercenary organization in one night, and these mercenaries directly attacked the plane of the Holy See with missiles. It is really wonderful. .

Of course, at the same time, in a manor in the west of London, a member of the Dark Council was reporting to the radio: "Mr Goya, a guy hired our peripheral mercenaries to demand the sacred artifacts. I ordered them to attack the special plane of the Holy See, do you have any instructions?"

Goya laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, it's really wonderful, it turns out that you ordered the people to do a good job, very good, tell them to hide...Hahahahahaha, we have already got the holy sword, and the special plane If it is destroyed, the holy armor must have been damaged. The power of this sacred instrument has been greatly reduced... Very good, very good, you did a good job, when the next election, I will propose to promote you to Senior deacon’s."

Things in the world have universal connections in this way, which is indeed a very fun thing. . .