The Former Wife Came to the Door

An hour later, Li Hui brought Sisiyu, Joan of Arc, Mr. Botricourt, and a large group of bodyguards in black suits to the church door.

The church during the day is still full of tourists and crowds.

The priest probably also guessed that Li Hui and the others would not call the police, because Li Hui had Joan of Arc there, how could he call the police?A group of knights on his side thought they were safe as long as they hid them well, but they didn't expect that Li Hui's waste would actually invite the French Mafia... From this we can see that the way is as high as the devil is one foot!Ah bah, our protagonist is on the side of justice, he should be one foot taller than the devil, and one foot taller than the Tao!

As soon as Li Hui entered the church, the priest saw him.

The two stared at each other, but the priest was not afraid of him and Joan of Arc at all, he even made a face at Li Hui and Joan of Arc, a picture of "there are many tourists during the day, you can't do anything with me" expression, for fear that things might go wrong.

Of course Li Hui didn't mess with him, he just made a gesture to Mr. Botricourt in the distance.

A big man in a black suit came out next to Mr. Botricourt, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Botricourt, we have already checked the information of this priest. Strictly speaking, this guy is actually one of us. He never In the confession of believers, large and small information are collected, and then handed over to the organization, and there are many younger brothers in this area who are at his beck and call."

"Fuck, it's actually ours?" Mr. Botricourt immediately understood: "After these two guys have a group of smugglers in their hands, their wings are hardened, and they want to make a few big ones, and then take money away." He's a master, so he doesn't take me seriously?"

"Uh... probably so."

"Kill him!" said Mr. Botrycourt coldly.

"No, no...Mr. Botricourt, it's not wise to kill him now. Let's capture him alive first. We have to use him to catch all those stowaways."

"Uh...Okay!" Mr. Botricourt took out a huge cigar and lit it: "Clean it up!"

As a result, several big men in black suits squeezed into the church...

At this time, Li Hui had already walked in front of the priest, and said with a smile, "Hey, how are you!"

The priest smiled calmly: "Hello, my child!"

Li Hui giggled and said, "Yo, are you not going to be cowardly?"

The priest spread his hands, pointed at Joan of Arc and said in a low voice: "There are some unclean things around me, but why not around you? This woman can't show it to people at all! Hehe, I don't believe you can take it out. How about me, in broad daylight, in a large crowd, surrounded by tourists, you have the guts to call the police, you call the police to bite me."

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19 o'clock in the evening, the seventh

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"Wow? The police?" Li Hui was shocked: "How dare I call the police."

"That's right, I knew you didn't dare to call the police." The priest said triumphantly, "The police won't believe this kind of supernatural event. If you really believe it, maybe the woman next to you will be arrested and sliced ​​for research. Who is afraid of whom? During the day we don’t interfere with the water in the well, and at night we slowly anal.”

Li Hui spread his hands: "Mr. Priest is really quick to talk, I like it!"

The priest laughed and said, "Thank you, thank you."

Li Hui shook his head and sighed: "But, although I can't call the police, I can call others."

The priest was very happy: "Did you call mom or dad to help you when you got home? Do you want to go to school and report to the teacher..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt that two hard things were holding back his lower back. When he looked back, he realized that there were two big men in black suits standing behind him at some point. These two big men looked familiar. The priest recognized it immediately. They were the thugs next to Mr. Botricourt, the mafia boss in this area. They were pressing two pistols with silencers on their lower backs...

The priest was sweating profusely: "What's going on?"

"Hmph, Pierre Cochon, come with us!" Two big men in black suits sneered in a low voice: "Mr. Botricourt wants to see you."

The priest was sweating profusely: "No, I..."

"If you don't go, the whole family will die. If you go, only you will die." The two men in black suits said coldly: "Don't think that you can escape, you should understand that you are being targeted by the mafia, and you can only escape to the corner of the world." A dead end."

The priest turned his head and looked at Li Hui with a look of disbelief: "You...you didn't call the police, but the mafia?"

Li Hui laughed and said: "What I dislike the most is playing cards that don't follow common sense!"

With two guns on his head and the shadow of mafia terror hanging over his head, the priest knew that he was doomed and lost the will to resist. He obediently followed Li Hui and his party out of the church and turned into the alley next to him. I saw Mr. Botricourt standing in front, with a cigar in his mouth, surrounded by a large group of sweating black suits.Before the priest could speak, a big man came up and punched him in the stomach with a "touch". When he just bowed down and fell to the ground, he immediately ate his feet again.

A large man dragged him by the hair before Monsieur Botrycourt.

"Pierre Cochon, you are amazing." Mr. Botricourt sneered: "You have brought a group of cosplay-loving psychopaths to fight against me. Not bad, not bad."

"No, no, those are not cosplay psychopaths." Pierre Coshon screamed: "Mr. Botricourt, please forgive me, let me tell you a secret, they are knights from the Middle Ages, by the way, this woman..." He Pointing at Joan of Arc, she said, "This woman is Joan of Arc! She is Joan of Arc!"

He was desperately explaining, but Li Hui suddenly interrupted him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Botricourt, let me just say it, this guy and that group of Cosplay psychos have been brainwashed by fanatical religion, they are typical psychos Religious people, the kind of people who carry personal bombs to blow up people, are about the same as them, they can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, and live in their own dreams."

After listening to Si Siyu's translation, Pierre Cochon screamed: "Ah, this man is talking nonsense, I am not a fanatic, what I say is true. Those people are from the Middle Ages, and This woman, she is really Joan of Arc."

Mr. Botricourt suddenly had two pains in one head. In comparison, what Li Hui said was obviously more trustworthy. He kicked Pierre Cochon in the face to stop him from continuing to talk nonsense, and then turned to Li Hui and said: "You're right, this guy is already crazy. Ah, I originally wanted this guy to help me get those knights to the suburbs, but this guy is a lunatic, I'm afraid he can't execute too complicated orders, what now? manage?"

Li Hui pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "I'll handle it." He grabbed Pierre Cochon and threatened him solemnly: "You know, you are dead, Mr. Botricourt will definitely Killing you, you don't even have the slightest chance of surviving."

The priest said dejectedly, "Maybe it is!"

"Only I can save you now." Li Hui said with a chuckle: "You can also see that Mr. Botricourt and I are not in a superior-subordinate relationship, but a cooperative partnership. If I can help you say a few good words, Bo For the sake of his business partner, Mr. Trecurl may spare your life."

"Ah? Can you spare my life?" The priest was like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

"It's very simple! Do as we say, lead those cosplay psychos to the suburbs, let Mr. Botricourt kill them all to vent their anger, and it's none of your business." Li Hui laughed.

"No, no, no, they are not cosplay psychos, they are medieval..."

"Touch!" Li Hui punched him in the face: "Re-tell me, they are cosplay psychos, religious fanatics."

"Woo...I see...they're cosplay psychos, religious zealots."