The Vatican does not have its own armed forces. Its armed forces are basically mercenaries from Switzerland. In addition to Switzerland, there are also some mercenaries, with a total number of about one hundred people.
Look.
Of course, the Vatican has trained some Vatican guards of its own, but most of these Vatican guards are ceremonial guards and are basically of no use in fighting against terrorism or anything like that.
Why does the Vatican not have its own army? This is actually related to its national environment. This country is the smallest country in the world, with a permanent population of more than 1,400 and a registered population of only more than 400. The entire country is actually one
Small cities are even worse than many villages and towns in China. In such a country, even if it cultivates an army, it is meaningless, because there are only a few hundred people, and a company of troops is not enough. How can you build an army?
It can be seen that in order for this celebration to go smoothly, the Holy See hired a lot of mercenaries. However, even if they hired many new mercenaries, they could not control the hundreds of thousands of people here. If this
If hundreds of thousands of people lose control, it will really be a disaster, and what Zhao Gangjun has to do now is to prevent this possible disaster.
"How can anyone find this?"
Zhao Gangjun frowned and looked at the crowd in front of him. Based on some of his intelligence, Zhao Gangjun vaguely knew something. However, with so many people here now, it was really difficult to find the person in the intelligence.
Although it is very difficult, you can't help but look for it.
Zhao Gangjun ducked into the crowd.
Because the celebration hadn't really started yet, the crowd was relatively quiet.
Zhao Gangjun shuttled among the crowd. Although it was crowded, Zhao Gangjun felt relaxed and at ease with his method.
In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour passed.
It was now twenty past nine.
Zhao Gangjun almost walked from one end of the square to the other, but he still couldn't see the person he wanted to see, and the men he arranged to look for that person in the square didn't find anything either.
Where did that person go?
At this time, in the surging crowd.
A Chinese girl, with her arms folded across her chest, her face slightly pale.
Zhou Qian felt that the weather was very cold. Even though there were so many people crowded together around her, and even though she wore thick clothes, she still felt very cold.
Her belly bulged slightly, and there was something inside. After so many days of training, she learned how to use that thing without attracting anyone's attention. As long as the thing was turned on by herself, the entire square would be
It will become a purgatory.
By then...Zhou Qian doesn't know what will happen, because she must be dead by then.
She felt that she was not afraid of death before. As long as her death could avenge her father who had been sentenced to death, she believed that she would not be afraid. However, when she saw the hugging lovers around her, holding hands,
When she started talking to father and son, she was afraid.
She was afraid that her actions would bring indelible scars to other people's families.
She was afraid that countless people would be miserable because of her.
She was also afraid of all the pain it would cause after that thing was activated on her body.
At this time, Zhou Qian discovered that she had always been just an ordinary person and could not risk her life and die generously.
She flinched.
She looked around and saw that the surging crowd was heading towards the Papal Palace.
Zhou Qian took a deep breath, turned around and walked out.
at this time.
A man put his arm around Zhou Qian's shoulders.
"Wrong way, miss."
The man smiled and said to Zhou Qian.
Zhou Qian seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and was carried by that person, walking inside with the crowd.
"As long as you activate that thing on your body, the bishop will avenge you within a day. Think about it, your father was sentenced to death because of that person. It won't be long before your father is sentenced to death.
The execution has been carried out. Your mother has gone crazy because of your father's affairs. Your brother is also missing. Your family will be destroyed because of that person. As long as you activate that thing, that person will be purified by God soon. Go ahead.
Go forward."
As the man spoke, the hand holding Zhou Qian's neck moved slightly.
A trace of light yellow smoke emitted from the man's hand, and was inhaled by Zhou Qian.
The anger in Zhou Qian's heart grew louder and louder with that person's voice.
"Yes, my family has been ruined, why should I care about others?"
"They are happy now, but what about me? I live in pain every day. Who knows my pain? I want them to understand the pain of losing a loved one, and I want them to be buried with my father!!"
Zhou Qian's eyes glowed red for a while, but then her eyes quickly returned to normal. She shuddered, and then her eyes became clear.
"What happened to me just now?"
Zhou Qian asked in surprise.
"It's okay, let's go, let's move forward."
The man said with a smile.
Zhou Qian nodded, as if she had no intention of retreating at all.
The time came to half past nine.
Finally, the celebration officially began.
At this time, at least more than 300,000 people poured into the entire celebration site!
The dense crowd stretched for several kilometers and looked quite scary!
Finding one person among more than 300,000 people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Zhao Gangjun had a sullen face and spread the sensations on his body without scruples. He could feel the joy, excitement and excitement of the people around him. Those very noisy sounds were like thunder in Zhao Gangjun's ears.
The sound made Zhao Gangjun's ears hurt. It felt like someone put a drum in your ear and kept beating it.
This is the bad thing about being too sensitive. He can hear very small sounds and very weak changes, but if the sound is too loud or the changes are too big, he can also feel it and amplify it!
Zhao Gangjun's head seemed to be split open, and his eyes slowly turned red as time went by.
Ten minutes have passed.
The Pope stood on the balcony of the Papal Palace, waving to the congregation below. Behind him stood heads of state from more than 20 countries, some of them smiling, some with serious expressions.
The guards of these heads of state all stood behind them, which happened to be in a relatively dark position and would not be captured by photographic equipment.
The crowd burst into cheers from time to time as the Pope spoke, and these cheers were like bullets hitting Zhao Gangjun's head.
Zhao Gangjun's eyes were completely bloodshot, but he still didn't dare to take back his perception! Because that person has not been found yet.