If you don't pay attention, you will send him to a very, very high place. He is greedy. He is greedy.

but,

Byrne,

Do you believe it?

I have a vague hunch that this dream of mine may not really be a dream."

"Chief, our Cult of Kosmos is not famous for its divination."

"This is not divination. Although the assassin launched a sneak attack on me, even if we fight face to face, I don't think I can beat him."

"That's because you are old and your body and soul are declining. It would be different if you were young."

"But this assassin was killed by Karen."

"Maybe it wasn't Karen who killed him. There's a secret involved. It's a very high-level secret that I can't know. But I have a feeling that the assassin is dead, but he can only be considered to have been killed by Karen."

"Do you think I didn't mobilize any connections to investigate? Almost everyone in my family died. How could I not care about this matter?"

"What about the results of your investigation?"

"It's almost the same as you. It's very helpless that the lives of my whole family cannot be exchanged for a real decryption. But have you ever thought about it, even if it can only be recognized as Karen's contribution, why does it have to be accepted by Karen? Is it him?

Do you want to say this is a coincidence?

Bourne, you don’t believe in nonsense like coincidence.”

"Let's change the topic, chief. I'm still looking forward to being the next chief, but I don't want to be transferred and assigned for no reason."

"Actually, I really want to know where the assassin escaped to. Unfortunately, all traces of it have been erased."

"You still have the heart to go..."

Bishop Bourne stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone is approaching here. He is not from our religion, or even from the church, but he took the initiative to release his aura, which can be considered as a notification to me."

"Oh, that's why we're here to watch a play."

"You sit here and I'll take a look."

"Go ahead."

…

Bishop Bourne's figure appeared in front of the window of a tall building. Inside the window, stood a man in gray robes. His face was completely obscured, and even his figure was. It could be said that he was concealed to the extreme.

However, he seemed very generous and had already sneaked into such a close distance. If the other party hadn't actively released his aura, Bourne felt that he might not have noticed him.

Bourne said: "Not everyone is qualified to watch this show."

The man in gray robe responded: "I can kill the dying old man in front of you, but you can't stop me."

"so?"

"So, let me watch the show in peace without disturbing each other."

"This is not appropriate. You can kill him. I will try my best to keep you, and then mobilize people to keep you forever. Unless you tell me the purpose of watching the show."

"Protect Karen."

"Who are you?"

"Are you sure you want to know, Bourne?"

"Can't you say it?"

"I dare to speak, but do you dare to listen?"

"Then after, I mean after this incident."

"We probably won't meet again."

"OK."

Bourne's figure disappeared.

Inside the window, the man in gray robe sighed:

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back. You didn't tell grandma about such a big thing in advance."

The man in gray robe looked down at his palm and said doubtfully:

"Oh, this kid is so serious, why doesn't he always treat his grandma as a bowl of wontons?"

…

Bishop Byrne's figure returned behind Wofulun.

"Who?"

"Theater goers."

"Karen's side?" Wofulun smiled, "otherwise you wouldn't have allowed his existence to come back on its own."

"Um."

"What level?"

"If he wants to kill you, I alone can't stop him."

"Tsk...are you just taking me as an example like this? It's bad luck!"

"However, I am confident that I can find out his identity. Although the voice is male, she is a woman. She is very old. She has lived with ordinary people for a long time, and many details are unfamiliar. She is not a believer, but there is a high probability that she is from our religion.

people."

"Family volume?"

"High probability, and her husband's family has a high position."

"I didn't know, I thought you had already tortured her."

"This is what I do."

"Well, professionals are just different, and then what?"

"According to what you said, I won't investigate Karen. I'll just pretend I didn't see him."

"Your tone has changed."

"Because...I kind of believe it."

…

Above the square, the falcon knight continued to hover, the magic bow in his hand constantly aiming at the important target below.

Although the undead horses under the knights remained absolutely silent, their hooves were always shining, which was a sign that they were accumulating strength and preparing to charge.

In fact, the scene in the square has set a precedent, and now it remains to be seen whether it will take a radical turn in the direction of shocking the history of education.

And all this depends on the three people present, among whom Dunk has abstained.

The remaining two people began to look at each other.

"Shoot quickly, snap quickly!"

In the corner, Monaxi desperately urged her assistant. This was big news, big news that could shock the entire church circle. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen within the Cult of Kosmos, the largest church.

"Boss, we're almost out of film."

"No film? What you had for breakfast was cow dung!"

"I took a lot of pictures during the previous meeting, so now there aren't many left..."

"Why are you wasting film so much? Where can I find magic film for you now? Can I borrow it from my colleagues in the Cult of Kosmos and the Affiliated Cult? Look at them, none of them dare to pick up their cameras and take pictures, because

They knew they couldn’t film this!”

"Boss, you asked me to shoot there and here before. You said you could reimburse me and get a kickback after you finished shooting the film..."

"Shut up!"

"Shh, be quiet."

"!

!" Mona Qian's spine was instantly chilled. This was the second time today that she was frightened, and she was still a man.

"It's useless for you to take this back. The Gray Sect doesn't dare to publish it." The man reminded her.

"I can sell to the Orthodox Church."

"Oh, clever."

Neo continued to cast his gaze forward, yes, he escaped from prison.

After all, for a person who holds the "key" to the cell in his hand, escaping from prison is nothing at all. A few nights ago, he was so hungry that he even went out for a late-night snack and came back, even to the guard who had dozed off at night.

Brought breakfast back.
To be continued...