Merchant of the Underworld

"Forget it!" Gao Shenghan answered extremely seriously, and then added: "But no matter from the perspective of military law or personal relationships, you can be forgiven. After all, this mission is too difficult! You are not in the department now. , no matter what choice I make, I have nothing to say.”

I smiled and said, "I know you must have checked me out openly and secretly before meeting me, but there is one thing you definitely don't know."

"What?"

"I also shoulder an important mission, and it is far more important than you think! Let's treat this as a preview. Let's go, it's our turn!" I said.

The sound of gunfire around the stronghold was getting louder and louder, but it was surprisingly quiet near the church in the center.

As far as we know, the people in the church are all top-notch experts.

Lei Haotian, the left protector of the Lingbao Society, the three major priests of the Undead Cult, and the opposition leader Imzai who has never shown up.

Gao Shenghan is not good at the art of yin and yang, but these people are all masters in it.

Therefore, if he goes in with me, he may not be of much help, and may even be a burden.

So, after we discussed it, we asked him to temporarily support me outside, while I turned on the communicator so that he could know what was happening inside at any time.

Of course, I couldn't just rush in so recklessly, scream that I'm going to die, and then swing my knife to chop.

He took out two invisible and silencing charms and attached them to his body, temporarily hiding his whereabouts, and then quietly slipped in.

This church doesn't look big, but it's extraordinarily spacious inside.

The bodyguards guarding the door and the front hall are many times more powerful than the cannon fodder-like terrorists outside! It can be seen at a glance that these people are veterans who have been baptized by the flames of war. But I don’t know why, despite the fierce fighting outside, these people have remained indifferent and have no intention of going out to help. They are just guarding these people extremely closely. A church.

The church is very old and dilapidated.

The Middle Eastern religion has no statues of gods or tribute platforms. All the furnishings and decorations are simple and majestic, but they have been smashed into a mess by unknown people a long time ago. The ground is full of scattered stones and dust.

In order to avoid leaving footprints and being discovered by others, I carefully walked around the mounds of dirt one after another, walking in almost right next to the fierce-looking bodyguards.

After passing through a long corridor, a milky white square hall appeared in front, where more than a dozen people were sitting or standing.

Those with their backs to me were the three high priests of the Undead Cult, each of them tall and wearing a spooky black cloak.

Lin Zhenbang was huddled behind them. It could be seen from his back that he was so scared that he really didn't want to stay here for even a second! But he didn't dare to leave, and he was afraid that the three priests had reached an agreement with Imzai.

No matter which option he chooses, he will definitely not survive. His only hope is that the three high priests and Imzai will not agree on each other and start fighting on the spot, and in the end they will gain the upper hand, then he will have a chance of survival.

Opposite them, an old man in his seventies or eighties sat.

He is tall, slightly skinny, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, wearing a white robe, and a long white beard on his chin.

What is even more eye-catching is that there is a snake lying on his shoulder, a green two-headed snake. It is staring at the three high priests opposite with some nervousness or vigilance, spitting out the snake letter.

This person is naturally the leader of the opposition, Imzai, but this old guy is far more majestic than in the photo, and even has an indescribable sense of mystery!

Lei Haotian stood to his left, and there was a short old Chinese man on the left. This man looked familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

The two people on Imzai's right were all dressed in typical Arab attire—white robes, white cloth hoods, and a black circle hanging above their heads.

Behind him, three people stood side by side against the wall.

One was tall and strong, with a thick beard, his shoulders were loaded with bullets, and he was holding a heavy machine gun in his arms.

One was slightly thin, with his arms crossed on his chest, and a cowboy hat tilted on his head. He couldn't see his face clearly, but his nose was a bit too high, and he wore a pair of large silver earrings.

The third man is a nigger, and he is also a very fashionable nigger. He has dozens of pigtails on his head, and they are very colorful. He is wearing a skull shirt, beggar jeans full of holes, and leather shoes on his feet. It's also terrifyingly sharp.

These three guys did not appear in the photos Gao Shenghan showed me.

Judging from where they stand, they should be Imzai's loyal subordinates, and they are also top-level backbones.

Between Imzai and the three major priests of the Undead Cult, there stood an old man wearing glasses. He turned to the three priests and spoke a few words in English, and then spoke a few words in Middle Eastern to Imzai. See He is just a translator.

I don't know what they are talking about. Lei Haotian has introduced these three people into the church for a long time, but they haven't reached an agreement yet.

As far as we know so far, there are at least five masters among these people who are proficient in the art of the undead, and in terms of cultivation alone, none of them are below me. Although I am now carrying the magic talisman and hiding my whereabouts, I don't dare to get too far forward. If they were discovered, it would be troublesome.

I hid behind a stone pillar seven or eight meters away. While carefully observing the movements of these people, I was thinking about what to do!

The primary purpose of this trip to Syria is to obtain the mysterious object.

Only the old guy Imzai knows the specific hiding place of this thing, which means that he is the only important target.

I have already formed a rift with the Lingbao Society. Lei Haotian is the guardian of the left, and he is highly respected by their president. He was sent to complete such a major event, so I cannot let him go.

Lin Zhenbang is the murderer of Wu Bingxiong and a senior American spy. Sooner or later he will be a scourge. If possible, kill him too! Of course, it would be best if Zhang Tianbei could be left to deal with it.

As for these other people, especially the three major priests of the Undead Cult, try not to do anything if you can.

And it must be fast, accurate and ruthless. It is best to turn around and run away before others can react!

Otherwise, being surrounded by such a group of monsters is no joke.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw Lei Haotian covering his heart with one hand, bowing to Imzai and saying something.

Im nodded.

Lei Haotian got the answer and walked two steps forward: "Guys, Mr. Im has made it clear enough. As long as you complete this matter, I will definitely hand over the "Bible of the Dead" to you. Mr. Sir, he has been in the Middle East for decades. When has he ever broken his promise? But you insist on taking the Bible now, and you also want to take away the sacred objects. What is the difference between this and killing us all and robbing us?"

"No, no, no..." The high priest holding the cross shook his head and said, "It's not like you said, we just want to see if the Bible is really in your hands, and the holy objects are just brought back to the United States. , and then we will definitely keep our promise and bring this thing back ten days later. Because we have no choice but to do this."

"Must?" Lei Haotian raised his eyebrows and said, "What if Mr. Im says that you must do what we say?"