"Damn it!"

Zhao Gangliang cursed, but ignored the iron block.

Just let him insert it, at least he won't bleeding a large area. If he pulls it out, that big hole will definitely flow away half of Zhao Gang's blood.

Zhao Gang looked around.

There was a mess around.

The power of the explosion caused the thing like a small attic right next to it to collapse completely.

The ground was full of blood and human limbs.

The best place here is Caesar.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, turned around and chased Zhou Qian and others in the direction of escape.

Soon, Zhao Gang saw the body of the man in black on the ground.

Although the men in black who stayed to stop the priest for a long time, they were eventually killed because they were outnumbered. However, in addition to the corpses of the man in black, there were at least five times more priests on the ground than those of the man in black.

These priests have much worse combat power than those in black, and their combat qualities are even less than those in black, so the final battle loss ratio is 1:5.

This man in black won the lives of five priests.

Zhao Gang-ling did not stop and continued to rush forward.

"Kingling, hurry up, my people have already received them. Now the Italian police and military have received the news of the Papal Palace's call for help. At most ten minutes, the Italian army will come here!" Niu Yinlong said anxiously.

"I'll be there soon!" Zhao Gang-ling said, speeding up his pace, but his wound was bleeding from the air.

Zhao Gang's face was very calm, as if the wound on his stomach was just a small scratch.

After running for about a minute, Zhao Gang-ling caught up with Zhou Qian and others.

Looking from Zhao Gangliang's gaze, about twenty or thirty priests were chasing behind Zhou Qian and others. They fired guns from time to time and shot bullets at the people in front.

Those people used their bodies to block Zhou Qian's back.

One after another, fell down.

It was a sea of ​​blood.

Although the priests were shooting, fear could be clearly seen from their faces.

They didn't understand why the members of the ruling team who betrayed God had to keep in front of them.

As long as those people get out of the way, they won't shoot at them. As long as the woman dies, they want to run and let them run away.

Why, why?

Why do the most fanatical believers become fanatical pagans so quickly after betraying God?

Aren’t they afraid that they will die in the future and fall into boundless hell?

Just as God closed the door and shot numbly, suddenly, screams rang out from them.

They looked in horror in the direction where the sound came, and then they saw a demon who seemed to be stained with blood moving rapidly among their crowds, and as he moved, one after another, fell down.

"ah!"

The priests screamed in horror, then picked up their guns and shot at the demon.

Fear made them forget that those around the demon were their partners, and their marksmanship was obviously not accurate enough to shoot at random and reach the level of the demon.

So, the accidental injury happened like this.

The bullet penetrated into the companion's body.

Blood shines all over the sky.

The sun sets.

The person who sprinkles blood is at the end of the world.

Just a very short event.

Almost all of the thirty priests fell down.

The remaining few were completely crazy.

They had already fired all the bullets in the gun, but they were pulling the trigger.

They forgot how many companions they killed and what the devil looked like.

They only know that today's sunset is blood-red.

Zhao Gang-rye ignored those crazy people and rushed towards Zhou Qian and the others.

At this time, there were only less than two hundred people who could stand by Zhou Qian.

At least four or five hundred people died along the way.

They all died at the gun of the Holy See.

The murderous intent in Zhao Gang's eyes almost overflowed, but when he saw the expressions of the members of the ruling group, he became quiet again.

All the members of the ruling team surrounded Zhou Qian in the middle. There was no anger or fear on their faces, only peace.

This peace seems to come from Zhou Qian.

Although Zhou Qian was running away all the way, the aura on her body had never changed.

That kind of compassion and peace seemed to have influenced everyone around.

"Scored in ten seconds, pay attention to dodging."

A sound came from Zhao Gang-ling's headphones.

"Please take care of it, leave that door!"

Zhao Gang-ling pointed to a tightly closed door in front of him.

When people heard the sound, they all retreated to the side.

boom.

There was a loud bang.

The door was blown to pieces.

A group of people wearing black suits and live ammunition rushed in from outside.

"Go, go, go!"

The people shouted.

"Everyone hurry up!"

Zhao Gang-ling also shouted.

However, the people were not in a hurry to escape. They pushed Zhou Qian to the front of the crowd and asked Zhou Qian to leave first.

Zhou Qian was not pretentious, she quickly walked towards one of the cars, and then the remaining more than 200 people also got on several large trucks.

Zhao Gang-ling followed Zhou Qian's car together, and then the convoy parked at the gate of the Pope Palace and drove away whistling.

It seems that no one came out to intercept them.

"I have already established a good relationship with Italy. At that time, the convoy will disperse all of you. My people will place all those people. You and Zhou Qian will come to me first."

Niu Yinlong's voice came from his headphones, Zhao Gang nodded, then looked at Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian sat in her position, silent.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"Suppose him."

Zhou Qian pointed in the direction of the Pope Palace.

"It's up to you guys?" Zhao Gang-ling asked with a frown.

"A spark can start a prairie fire."

Zhou Qian said calmly, "As long as we can strengthen our faith, we will definitely be able to realize our wishes."

Zhao Gang looked at Zhou Qian, and after a long silence, he nodded and said, "I hope you can succeed."

"Thank you for saving me."

Zhou Qian looked at Zhao Gangliang and said, "I know, you have helped me a lot, not only today."

"That's what I owe you." Zhao Gang-ling said.

"You don't owe me anything." Zhou Qian shook her head and said, "I have figured it out. My father's affairs are just a cycle of cause and effect. He is sorry for some people and needs to compensate for some things."

"If you think this way, I'll feel relieved."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "Today's incident is also an opportunity. If such a big thing is operated well, it should be a very heavy blow to Beluka. After all, more than a thousand people died at the hands of the Holy See."

"If possible, I hope you can help us." Zhou Qian said seriously, "Our strength is indeed very weak, so I hope to get help. I mean to help us without harming your interests."
To be continued...