While preparations for the big exam were in full swing in the manor, the Templar Knights who had come all the way from the Vatican set foot on the territory of England. Carrying his small suitcase, the expressionless European man walked to the phone booth and dialed
Called a phone number.
"Hey, I'm going to see Bishop Malka and tell him I'm from the Vatican." His deep voice, combined with his cold appearance, is definitely the man many women dream of. Unfortunately, she is a knight who has dedicated her life to God.
"Hello! There is no Bishop Marka here! But there is one in Marka, the drunkard. If you have money, come to the Succubus Bar to pick him up. If you are late, I'm afraid you have to go to the sea to find him." Phone call
There was an arrogant voice on the other end.
The knight frowned. If it weren't for the Pope's order, he wouldn't have come to this filthy place even to death. Far outside the city, he could smell the disgusting smell emitted by the dark creatures in London.
It is truly heretical and should be destroyed.
Holding back the disgust in my heart, I took a taxi and told the name of the Succubus Bar in London. I have to say that the taxi driver was very smart and could find a place just by using a name. It was just a detour in the city.
What's going on?
"You have passed this road three times, but none of it was meaningful. In addition, you went up and down the bridge four times in total. You are taking a detour, and I will not pay extra." In fact, sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, it seemed that
Talking to himself.
It was just that the driver in front finally realized that he had done something stupid. He turned around in embarrassment and was about to scold the other person. Only when he looked back did he realize that he was a strong man. Look at the bulge that was about to burst his clothes.
Muscles. The driver swallowed, forget it! It's hard to do business now, so just drive hard, the driver comforted himself.
After being warned, the driver suddenly stopped taking the detour and arrived at a remote corner in only twenty minutes.
In fact, looking at the dim street corner, there seemed to be a flashing neon sign inside. He turned around and said, "Are you sure this is the Succubus Bar I'm looking for?"
"Of course, sir, I will definitely not detour you this time. In fact, I just wanted you to enjoy the scenery of London. But since you don't like it, then! Thank you for twenty pounds." The driver seemed to have no desire to talk to him.
, he just wants to collect the money and leave quickly. This damn place is the most dangerous place in London. Robberies and murders happen often, and no one cares about it at all.
The knight didn't reply and silently dug into his pocket. Then he counted how much he had left. He found that of the three thousand pounds he had brought with him when he came out of the Vatican, he had only one thousand left. He drew out a one hundred pound card.
He handed it to the driver. Judging from his solemn look, it was obvious that he didn't have much left.
The driver jerked his hand several times but couldn't move it, so he had to say out loud: "Dude! Isn't it just twenty pounds? Do you need to jerk it like this?"
"You don't have change. I can't let you take it." The knight said the reason that made him laugh and cry.
"Okay, okay! I'll ask you for money... Oh! God! I don't want the twenty, I'll leave it to you to drive to the hospital! I wish you good luck." The driver who was looking for money saw the alley.
The few people who came out immediately gave up looking for money, quickly spoke to the knight, started their cars and left.
When he saw the car leaving, the knight didn't stop it, which saved him at least twenty pounds, didn't it? When he turned around, he saw a few people coming out, a few drunkards, although the alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat
The smell made him very uncomfortable. However, the knight ignored them, put his money back in his pocket, and was about to go to the bar to find Malka. He needed his help.
At least she ignored the gathering of drunkards, which didn't mean that others were willing to let him go, and put money into his pockets. It happened to be seen by one of the drunkards, who was not really drunk, and winked at the two companions.
Several people who have worked together for many years and have a tacit understanding understand each other's eyes in an instant without the need for words. This is the result of years of training.
Several people stumbled and thought about the knight approaching. One of them pounced on the knight, but the knight noticed it and got out of the way in advance. This pounce fell to the ground. He who missed it took advantage of the situation and immediately shouted: "Ouch!
!Come and help me! My waist is broken."
When the other two people saw this situation, they immediately knew what their companion meant. It seemed that they were going to play blackmail this time.
The two people immediately rushed forward and shouted to the people on the ground: "Brother, how are you? Is it okay? Call an ambulance!"
When the knight saw this scene, he just frowned and said nothing. He chose to leave. It was better to do more than to do less. This was in England, not the Vatican. Of course he could see the motives of these people. They were obviously here for him.
But things obviously won't be as simple as he thought.
"Hey! You! It's you! You pushed my eldest brother down, do you want to walk away?" When another person saw the knight preparing to leave, he immediately blocked his way. The two brothers acted for a long time.
In order to get something out of this guy, wouldn't it be in vain if he left?
At this time, the man who was called Big Brother finally stood up with the help of another person. His trembling appearance looked very much like that.
"Brothers, don't let him run away! He was the one who pushed me." He pointed at the knight and said as soon as he stood up.
The person who was supporting the eldest brother immediately said, "Why did you push my eldest brother so hard that he wanted to run away? If you don't spend thirty to fifty thousand today, don't even think about leaving completely."
The knight shook his head. He didn't want to cause trouble, but why did trouble always come to him?
Several people saw the knight shaking his head, thinking he was refusing. The person blocking the knight's way immediately took out a bunch of iron chains from his waist, smashed the knight's head on it, and shouted: "If you don't give me the money, I'll beat you."
Damn you kid."
When the other two saw this scene, they didn't panic at all. They seemed to have experienced a lot, and even had bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. However, what happened next was obviously far beyond their expectations.
The iron chain hit the knight's head accurately, and the gangster holding the iron chain also laughed, but the laughter was a little distorted later, because his neck was strangled, and he was the one who was hit in the head. "
How could it be possible? Is there something wrong with the iron chain? That's not right." He turned around and looked at the iron chain in his hand, and found that it was still the weapon he had been using for several years! Why was nothing wrong with him?
Apart from a little redness on the knight's head, there were no external injuries. Of course, internal injuries were even less likely.
The two in front were also dumbfounded, but if they wanted to run now, it was obviously too late, and maybe they drank too much, and their legs were extremely weak now. The two of them were leaning on each other, otherwise they would have collapsed on the ground.
.
"It's really troublesome. There are a lot of crimes in the outside world. It seems that we need to deal with it quickly, otherwise I don't know if Malka will be thrown into the sea." He was thinking about his own things, but the movements in his hands did not stop.
The guy in his hand was pushed directly to the wall by the knight, and there was a muffled "bang" sound. The other two knew that their brother was dead, and maybe they would have the same fate. The guy who hit the knight was directly hit on the head.
After hitting the wall, looking at the noise and movement, even if he survived, he would be in a concussed vegetative state.
The knight let go of his hand, and his body, which was pressed against the wall, slowly slid down. His face was covered with blood, and he seemed to have run out of breath. The other two were frightened out of their wits.
"Have mercy! Ah! Master, have mercy! I didn't mean it! We are just gangsters! It was him! He coerced us to do it, otherwise he would beat me with a chain, and I had no choice but to do it!" At this time,
The elder brother stopped helping him, and the other gangster quickly knelt down, then pointed at the man who was beaten to death by the knight and said it was his instructions.
The one who was called the boss looked at his younger brother angrily and said: "Did you make a mistake? You are so unloyal. Now that the second brother is beaten to the point of death, you actually said bad things about him. Didn't you see that he is now
Are you at a loss for life? Sir, I want to report you! It was this guy who came up with the idea! Originally we were going to take a taxi and leave, but he saw there was money in your pocket and said he wanted to get some money to spend."
The knight who was originally going to decide to deal with them changed his mind. He had some questions to ask them. He said that the gangsters were very well-informed.
"You can do it even if it's not very good, but you have to answer a question from me. If you answer it well, you can leave."
"Yes, yes! Master, please speak! I will definitely tell you everything I know." The two gangsters replied at the same time.
"Has anything strange happened in London recently, or is there any strange person?" The knight could feel the aura of a paladin in this city. It was strange that this was not the aura of the Knights of the Round Table that he was familiar with, but it seemed to be the same as him.
Chu Yiyuan, maybe he can learn something about the origin of what he needs to do.
"I wonder if the weird people you mentioned have any characteristics?" The reason for asking is that there are so many weird people in London that even if you talk about them for several days, you may not be able to finish them all.
"Characteristics?" The knight muttered to himself, and then a gorgeous transformation occurred, with armor appearing on his body.
"This is the characteristic, have you seen it before?" In fact, the knight had already seen what he wanted from the faces of the two people.
"See it?"
The two nodded, then shook their heads after realizing it. The knight punched the wall next to him, and a big hole appeared in front of them.
"If you don't tell the truth, this will be your example." He pointed at the second child who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Yes! There is such a person, it is said that he is a knight! But everyone knows that he is Count Vincent, and his brother is the boss of Lista Group! He is very awesome, there are people in both black and white, we can't afford to offend him
Ah!" The two of them had grimaces on their faces. If they could survive this time, they would definitely run away, otherwise the people of the Lista Group would sink themselves into the sea immediately if they knew that they were betrayed by them.
"In that case! Then you...go to hell." After saying that, the knight's palms glowed with white light, and then with a knife in his hand, two heads fell to the ground at the same time.
Then the white light ignited the bodies of several people like a flame. In less than a minute, only three handfuls of black ashes were left.