There was another chaos in the New York Police Department, and almost all the staff were sent out. Even the police officers who were receiving the hall fucked shotguns and went on a business trip. In the downtown area of ​​New York, a group of people actually attacked a cardinal archbishop, killed more than 30 clergymen, and seriously injured dozens of believers of God. The head of the New York Police Department seemed to have heard the roar of the bosses above: "What's the use of we want you as a waste?"

The police in New York have dignity. They never think they are useless, so they must protect Mr. Cardinal and the strange-looking guys around him.

Seeing the cold face and eyes of the young man in a golden robe, a middle-aged policeman with a tall belly whispered to his colleagues around him: "How come this guy looks like a God? I look a bit like those Satanic guys."

His colleagues, thin guys, quickly whispered: "Shut up, they are all big shots, we can't afford to offend."

The vice referee had heard the fat policeman's words from more than ten meters away, so he turned around and smiled at him. The fat policeman was stunned for a moment, and then he felt as if a car had hit his stomach. He flew backwards for no reason five or six meters, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out. He would not die, but he would have to lie on the bed for at least three or five months.

The vice referee smiled and turned around, murmured in a low voice to pray for the dead and injured subordinates. God's dignity cannot be insulted. The damn fat man dared to say that he served Satan, so he should have a good rest. More than thirty police cars surrounded the church gate, and countless police officers were shuttled back and forth. The flashing police lights filled the air with a tense atmosphere, but a quiet atmosphere slowly enveloped the surroundings.

Five black Fords drove slowly, a group of men in black got out of the car and walked towards the vice referee. On the road, they pushed the police away without hesitation, as if they were a pile of garbage. More than a dozen young men dressed in strange clothes were like little gangsters on the street. They jumped out of the car without even walking seriously, and looked around the pile of cars with strange looks.

The leader of the man in black, the tall middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, whispered: "Mr. Galanti, I have brought you the man you want."

Galanti, the vice-president of the Inquisition, looked at the young people, pointed at them as if pointing at a pile of shit, and asked: "Is this the elites trained by the Holy See and your Ministry of Defense? Can they be considered humans? A pile of garbage, total garbage... God, I would rather cooperate with the devil than use this garbage to handle things. You are so disappointed. You have a position in the Holy See, but look, look, what kind of bastards you have taught."

The man in black looked at Galanti with awkward expression: "Sir, I'm sorry, but... these young people are all people we have collected who are born with superpowers. Their behavior may be a little weird, but their strength."

Galanti said coldly: "If their strength is similar, I think I have seen it last night, garbage or garbage. Enough, let them get out, otherwise I will kill them. Check me out who attacked us with those heavy weapons. The Dark Controversy Group should not take such measures. See why, it should be the so-called professional killer group. I want detailed information."

The man in black nodded, not daring to say anything else, and took the man away.

The convoy of Yi Chen, Shabiya, Kru and others happened to pass here. Because the police set up a clip, only half of the street could pass, the speed slowed down. Yi Chen was curious and accompanied by a gloating laugh and said, "Oh, look, how to pull the door of this church? Kru, when did you notify them?"

Cru whispered, "Five hours ago, I informed them that I would pay 10 million US dollars to kill them. This is the price they calculated for me by 30% off. Damn, it's so fast, look, the person in the golden robe praying, Mr. Jester, do you know them?"

Jester glanced lazily and nodded and said, "I know, Galanti, I look about twenty years old, but when I was eleven, I saw him like this. Who knows how old he is? The vice referee of the Inquisition, the most ruthless one, had the experience of secretly executing more than 300 cultists in Germany. At that time, I went to the scene to observe... Oh, by the way, those believe in Satan, and then they were cleaned up."

Yi Chen sighed and said, "Forget it, we can't afford to offend such a big man. Let's go, let's go, hurry up, Phil, drive quickly... I have a feeling that we will get into something today, which is not a good sign. The 'Satan's' Corps is moving too fast, and God knows whether their second move has begun again."

In the car behind, Michelle was painting in front of the church door, grabbed Kane's head and said to him, "Look, look, that's an angel statue, right? Wow, I never go to church in the Netherlands. This is the first time I have seen an angel statue... It's so ugly, its wings are covered with hair."

The black man who had just been scolded by Galanti happened to walk past the car with his subordinates. When he heard Michelle's shouting, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was the first time that someone had heard such comments from the Angel. At the same time, although he was a secret official of the Ministry of National Defense, he had the status of a clergy after all. The man in black looked at the person in the car with a little curious and anger.

Mixue'er immediately glared back: "What are you looking at? Humph, you're not a good person at first glance. She wears black clothes on the street in broad daylight, and has sunglasses on her face for fear that others will recognize her. The people behind her look like a hooligan, and you must be a hooligan leader."

Chekov, who was smoking marijuana, laughed quackly, almost choked to death by a puff of cigarette, and quickly coughed a few times. It was rare for the boss to smoke a cigarette himself, but if he was choked to death, it would be a loss.

The man in black was so angry that he was held in his throat by Mixue'er, but looking at her sweet appearance, he couldn't get angry, so he could only lead people to walk towards his vehicle in depression.

Yi Chen suddenly glared at his eyes and whispered: "Strange, I suddenly felt scared, go, go, leave here."

Under Yi Chen's urging, the convoy quickly left and arrived at the next street intersection in a short while. Kru looked at Yi Chen strangely: "Yi, is there something wrong with your heart? Maybe your body is not very good? If your body is not very good, I may be able to give you a first embrace, so that you will have endless life."

Yi Chen rolled his eyes and said quickly: "Thank you, thank you, I feel much better now. If I am in poor health in the future, I will definitely ask you for help. It is also an honor to be a vampire. But now, I am afraid that the people from the Holy See will be troubled. My social circle is too wide, and it is hard to say when I will meet their people."

Cru's expression of understanding was revealed: "This is true. It is necessary for us to maintain a human identity... It is because I am too confused."

A minivan with a sunshade film on the window and could not see the movement inside slowly drove to the door of the church where Yi Chen and the others had just passed. A policeman slowly leaned over with a shotgun and shouted loudly, "No parking is allowed here, hey, boy, did you hear it?"

Several policemen came over and smiled and said, "What's wrong with this guy? Didn't you see our warning sign?...God, the driver's seat is empty, how did this car come? What about the driver? Hum?..."

The entire small truck exploded, and the power of a ton of yellow zha medicine was terrifying. All the cars and pedestrians at the entrance of the church were swept away. The men in black who had just been scolded by Galanti and the "elites" like little gangsters were all blown to pieces.

When Galanti had just emitted the flash, she felt something was wrong. The powerful holy power was radiating wildly, protecting him like a glass cover. Then he paused his feet and rushed towards the church gate. The shock wave of the medicine quickly caught up with him. Galanti's body trembled and a mouthful of blood spurted out, as if it was a bullet bounced out of the slingshot and hit the wall at the entrance of the church. He roared angrily, and countless strong white lights emitted from his body, resisting the power of the explosion.

A group of guys wearing black windbreakers emerged from somewhere. The powerful firearm in their hands opened fire frantically, and most of them were aimed at Galanti. The wall where Galanti was located was completely destroyed. Galanti's blood was squirting, and was shot in by more than a dozen grenades that exploded almost at the same time.

The police forces present at the New York Police Department were swept away, and there were almost no figures within a radius of 300 meters. The group of men in black rushed towards the main entrance of the church happily, and the modified powerful weapons in their hands were spraying flames frantically.

Two off-road jeeps rushed over from the road, four Gatling six-barrel machine guns, "Dangdangdang" sprayed the torrent of death. More than a dozen low-level clergymen who had just rushed out of the church were immediately beaten into meat sauce, and the meat sauce was also exploded by grenades and completely turned into powder.

Galanti roared, "Let's go... damn, I... I'm injured." The people on the right wing were too cruel, and they did not care about the casualties of the civilians at all, and they were determined to make a tough move. This part of them was under the jurisdiction of the American branch of the Dark Dispute Group. After receiving the commission from Krue, their leader asked them to show their European brothers a little strength. These cold-blooded madmen took the most effective, but also the most tyrannical means to start the massacre.

Yi Chen saw all this through his spiritual sense, and couldn't help but sweat. If the power of that ton of more than zha medicine really exploded, I'm afraid that his subordinates would be killed or killed? Fuck, are vampires afraid of bombs? I think they should be afraid...

Looking at the fires soaring into the sky at the intersection behind, I heard the huge explosion, and felt the hot wind blowing from my hands and faces, Sabiya and Kru's faces also changed, and I muttered secretly: "Yi looks not like a heart disease, but a talent with a bit of premonition. If it weren't for his sudden terror, we would have..."

At the church, two referees helped Galanti up, too lazy to care about other people's lives and death. They sneaked away. The remaining referee blew up hundreds of holy lights. The sharp light like a blade cut the attackers into pieces of meat, and he hurriedly slipped away with his companions. As for the Archbishop in the Chronicle, he knew that a bullet could kill him, so he had already slipped away from the back door with his subordinates-

The continuous attacks made some departments of the United States unable to sit still, especially the "elites" jointly trained by the military and the Holy See, and a large number of people were injured and killed. The figures who knew about these things were angry. Soon, agents and elite investigators in the army gathered in New York.

The American intelligence system is not boastful. People from a secret military department soon discovered something wrong with Yi Chen and the others. Their identities were suspicious, their motives for coming to New York were suspicious, and it seemed that some things had a little relationship with them. So, after obtaining the above consent, these guys began to prepare to investigate Yi Chen and the others. Anyway, there were clues to be traced, which was better than pursuing some inexplicable cases in a daze. These guys were still ridiculing the CIA guys. A group of people were sent by Qin to investigate more than a thousand names with sudden deaths...

Anyone with a discerning eye can know at a glance that such a case will definitely belong to top-secret files in the end. Who can really investigate what?

So, these military elites who thought they had found a breakthrough and would not be scolded by their superiors even if they could not make meritorious service, came to visit Yi Chen and the others in the early morning two days later.

Yi Chen was wearing pajamas and looked at the five sturdy men sitting in front of him with a little puzzled look. He smoked a cigar and asked them: "Everyone, are you smoking?"

The one in the center shook his head: "No, smoking is harmful to health, Mr. Yi Chen."

Jester and Chekov sat on the sofa next to Yi Chen, smoking marijuana in his mouth. Chekov smiled and drew out a marijuana and handed it over: "Then, smoke some marijuana, which can make your spirit fly to the clouds, which is very good for your body." Chekov has made great progress recently. After Yi Chen concluded that ordinary alcoholism and drugs could no longer cause any damage to his body, he let him go. Chekov was so proud that he just took the opportunity to tease others.

The man who was still in the center shook his head: "No, thank you, Mr. Chekov, drug use is harmful to health and is illegal."

Yi Chen widened his eyes: "Oh, damn God, you have investigated us thoroughly, and even the most inconspicuous people of my subordinates have found out. However, the sky is above, and I haven't done anything bad in New York." Yi Chen muttered: "Yes, I haven't done a little bit, but a lot, and I'm not lying."

The man shook his head: "Mr. Chekov is inconspicuous? You're kidding. If a top hacker like him is the lowest-level person in your subordinates, we might really have to reassess your strength. Mr. Yi."

Yi Chen pouted, changed into a comfortable sitting position, and said to Chekov with a smile: "Chekov, they have a high opinion of you, don't thank others? Oh, by the way, you are..."

The man nodded: "Weisen, Lieutenant Colonel Weisen, Special Investigation Office of the Ministry of National Defense, of course, this is an external sign. In fact, we are responsible for handling some things that cannot be disclosed and ordinary people should not know."

Yi Chen looked at him: "For example?"

"For example, the purge of the Bill family, the sudden death of more than a thousand residents, the attack on the Holy See... and the information that the elite trained by our military were killed."

Yi Chen opened his mouth wide: "God, I swear I have nothing to do with these things, I swear. What a sudden massacre, a mysterious attack, I am a serious man, sir, you shouldn't say these in front of me."

Weisen looked at Yi Chen coldly: "So, do you admit that the affairs of the Bill family have to do with you?"

Yi Chen's head leaned over: "Did I admit it?"

Weisen smiled: "You did not deny it, Mr. Yi."

Yi Chen shook his head: "No, I firmly deny it, sir. This crime is a stain. If you want to force these sins on my head, I will complain to you. I swear, you should know my background. Maybe I can let you go to Las Vegas to guard the radar."

Weisen smiled: "Sir, this is America, not London."

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "But, Britain and the United States are allies, aren't it? In the news last night, your Secretary of State went to London to congratulate our acting prime minister. Maybe a call from me can change your destiny?" Yi Chen pointed out the fact that he was very familiar with the acting prime minister indifferently. I believe Weisen could hear what he meant.

Weisen's face changed slightly. He did know a lot of information about Yi Chen, but he absolutely did not expect Yi Chen to be such a difficult person. Weisen smiled dryly: "Sir, of course I am not saying that you are related to these crimes, but I want to ask you something."

Yi Chen gently turned his jade pendant and said ignorantly: "Then, okay, look, it's still early in the morning, I was still in a sweet dream, but you actually woke me up rudely. It's really... I'll give you fifteen minutes, and I'm very busy."

Weisen was angry and asked Yi Chen directly: "Do you know a little bit of information related to the church attack?"

Yi Chen looked at him and vomited a mouthful of smoke: "Why should I know? Look, my territory is in London, but this is New York, how do I know..."

Weisen pointed out bluntly: "You visited John on the first day you came to New York. The old guy John, who mastered the underground arms smuggling passage in New York, had a ton of yellow medicine. Mr. Yi, during the church attack, those bastards used a ton of yellow medicine or even more. Do you know any news?"

Yi Chen slowly looked at his white hands, gently flicked a finger, looked at Weisen, and said sincerely: "I don't know... Of course, maybe I know that old guy John, but, your second subordinate on the left, did he look for a prostitute last night?"

Weisen was stunned, and the guy named Yi Chen turned red.

Weisen shook his head: "Mr. Yi, this is his personal matter." As soon as he said that, Weisen regretted it.

Sure enough, Yi Chen said treacherously: "Then, even if Brother John sells 100 tons of yellow medicine, why should he tell me?"

Weisen smiled bitterly, looked at Yi Chen helplessly, shook his head and said, "Mr. Yi, do you have the title of the British Empire, right?"

Yi Chen said lazyly: "Yes, our great Queen, oh, the former Queen awarded me that lovely medal, which gave me a decent and decent identity. You see, my subordinates have to eat. If I don't have a certain status, I can't make money, I can't support my subordinates, so this medal is still very useful."

Weisen shook his head: "Mr. Yi, let me analyze the problem for you, okay?"

Yi Chen nodded lazily: "Well, I don't know what's wrong with me... Of course, I'll tell you some questions first. My subordinates suddenly had thirty-eight more. Maybe they don't have legal entry and exit certificates, but this is the jurisdiction of the Immigration Bureau, and you don't have the right to interfere; Jester and Mr. Chekov, they are smoking marijuana and taking drugs, but this is the responsibility of the agents of the Drug Investigation Bureau, and you don't have the right to interfere; I even have a lot of cash, oh, let me think about it, maybe there are three million dollars in cash? But that's the matter of agents of the CIA and agents of the Drug Investigation Bureau. What problems do you want to analyze with me?"

Wiesen gritted his teeth and said, "The day after you came to New York, the Bill family was uprooted. Your companion, Mr. Fatadio of Russia, had a group of subordinates sneaking into New York. You don't deny that? Our intelligence system may sometimes let some problems happen, but we are not idiots."

Yi Chen said indifferently: "Evidence."

Weisen was speechless, stunned for a while, and continued, "You visited Old Man John on the first day of your arrival, and he was a big arms dealer."

Yi Chen yawned: "Evidence."

Weisen continued embarrassedly: "The night when the Bills were wiped out, our seven elites disappeared."

Yi Chen simply learned from Jester and Chekov, leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa, and a soft word popped out of his mouth: "Evidence."

Weisen had the urge to pull out his pistol and kill Yi Chen with one shot. However, looking at Kane who was standing behind Yi Chen like a mountain, and Kane's leopard-like subordinates, Weisen gave up this idea.

With a helpless smile, Weisen looked at Yi Chen and said, "John's family took over more than 50% of the territory of Bill's family and snatched most of their business, and almost everything happened that night. Mr. Yi, there must be some connection between these things, and I hope you can cooperate with us."

Yi Chen looked at him strangely: "Oh my God, I finally understand why your government can attack other countries with false intelligence, because you intelligence personnel are too irresponsible. God, you can actually rely on your own speculation and ask me? Well, what do you think of me? Am I a criminal? Do I have to be related to these things? Oh my God, what is the phone number of your superiors? I want to complain to you..."

Yi Chen shouted loudly: "Mr. Phil."

Phil strode in and bowed slightly.

Yi Chen ordered: "Call Mr. Xuner, our current acting prime minister. I think he will be happy to do me a little favor. These Americans are so disrespectful that they actually treat gentlemen like us as criminals to interrogate. I think, as an old friend, he will teach me a lesson about these guys."

Phil nodded and took out his cell phone.

Weisen and the other five people twitched heavily, jumped up in embarrassment, and kept saying: "Mr. Yi, I'm sorry, sorry, we... we are too presumptuous, sorry, please, please don't be angry, we..."

Yi Chen pointed at the living room door as if he was driving a dog. Weisen and the other five hurriedly walked out without daring to look back.

Yi Chen calmed down and suddenly smiled and said, "Two sirs, what do you think?"

Sabiya, Kru walked out of the room, and Shabiya said in a low voice: "I'll kill them." Kru nodded viciously.

Yi Chen looked helplessly at the two old vampire men. Fuck, have they lived to be a dog at such age? Yi Chen shook his head: "No, gentlemen, they have already doubted us, and, I have to say, their doubts are correct. If five of them suddenly die and all doubts will be fulfilled, we will be done. If they dispatch a large number of people to deal with us... If they come to hundreds of Cardinal Archbishops, thousands of Holy Knights, or fifty or sixty figures of the Pope level, can we still survive?"

Shabiya quickly shook her head and joked that she didn't want to fight with these people. At the same time, Shabiya was puzzled. Why can the Holy See's power in the United States cooperate with the government so closely? It's really... a move that loses dignity.

Yi Chen lowered his head and thought: "Fatadio can't stay in New York anymore. They want to leave quickly. They might as well stay in New York to attract attention. The vampires around him are a trouble, but they are not troublesome. The people in the Holy See dare not make a person turn into a bat in public no matter what. Hum...ah...ah, don't the Philips family have many legitimate companies? Just say that they cooperate with those companies, Michelle is following me to travel to New York...Reason? Well, Prince Philip wants to marry his daughter to Jester. Fuck, this reason is enough?"

Countless dirty thoughts popped out from Yi Chen's head one by one, and in the end he couldn't help but smile, but a whole set of rhetoric had already taken shape. Anyway, as long as there was no evidence, no one could catch the loophole in his words-

The American branch of the Dark Controversy Group has begun to gather strength. The people from the Holy See actually mobilized experts to New York on a large scale? What do they want to do? The Controversy Group has several important strongholds in New York, so they can't destroy it. Humph, then let's fight it head-on...

The headquarters of the Dark Controversy Group also received news from the United States. Although I was worried about the casualties of those high-level vampires, since I had discovered the abnormal movements of the Holy See, it was a big gain. As for the Philips family, who had just joined the controversy, they were very nervous. Thirteen super experts flocked toward the United States with a large number of family experts. For no other reason, who asked Michelle there?
Chapter completed!