When the Paper Hero flew over the pier, he saw a figure suddenly appear in the night, stepping from far to near, stepping on the roof of the building, rising and falling, slowly coming from the south. He was naturally not a mortal, but the person's appearance and origin were difficult to tell for a moment. The Paper Hero couldn't help but stop and be on guard to prevent the situation of being attacked from both sides.

After all, it was still night. Even though there was the light emitted by the blazing cross on the sea, the man was dressed in black and moved quickly. After a distance of less than a hundred meters, the paper hero still couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend.

At this moment, the man suddenly stopped walking, stood at a high point in the distance and looked at the Paper Hero from afar, probably guessing the identity of the Paper Hero.

Both of them are strong masters, and their thoughts are basically the same. At this moment, the distance is almost the same as their own safety range, both offense and defense, and they can fight or escape. If you want to go in again, you will be life or death.

Of course, such a confrontation is a situation where both sides assume that the other party's ability level is less than or equal to themselves. If the opponent is a fierce master, the distance will not be very meaningful.

The paper man was the first to speak: "Listen, friend, I'm a policeman. If you are an accomplice of those people at sea, I'm sorry, I can't let you pass."

Faro breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and thought to himself: It turned out to be just a policeman, and the ability to fly is rare, but staying in a small place like Venice... He is at most a rank-level character. Thinking of this, he smiled and replied: "Oh, it turns out that he is my own person. Sorry, you are not wearing a uniform, I didn't recognize it." There was a little pride and disdain in his tone.

Both of them moved a little, and the distance between them was slightly shortened, but both sides still did not relax completely. Who knows if the other party was cheating?

It was not until the Paper Man saw that the black costume on Faro was indeed HL's military uniform that he had basically lifted his guard and asked, "Are you Jim's man? Haven't seen you before."

"Jim? Are you referring to Colonel Malone?" Faro looked at the man in front of him suspiciously: "It seems that you, the policeman, are very familiar with the local HL."

"It's okay." Paper Hero said: "So, aren't you a local HL member?"

Faro didn't want to waste too much time with a mere policeman, so he changed the topic and said, "Okay, according to my military rank, there is no reason to disclose any information from HL to you. I think you seem to be a capable person, so you can stay here to help me prevent unconscious civilians or alcoholics from approaching, so as not to cause accidental injuries in a while, and also for your own safety." After saying that, he turned around and swept out like a gust of wind in the direction of the sea, and ran away on the water in a few seconds.

Although the Paper Man was a little annoyed by the other party's attitude, he must be considered a master in HL, just by looking at the other party's tone and demeanor, he would definitely not be able to do it.

"Well, I'll stand a little further and watch first. If I don't need to take action, that's best." The Paper Hero saw that someone volunteered to take the lead, so he did a support job as he wished. The combat power of the Holy City Inspector General was only read in some data reports a few years ago. Today, I'll take it as a viewer and see if the real person has three heads and six arms.

So he sat on the paper flying carpet and chased him in the direction Faro was running out.

Speaking of three-headed and six-armed thugs, there is really a three-headed and six-armed thug in the city. Of course, three-headed and six-armed thugs are just a metaphor. It’s a bit aggrieved when he is used on the Blood Owl. He has more than three-headed and six-armed thugs. If he is placed in an era of information blocked, his reputation should be basically: eight hands, horns, can eat people, etc.

"Old man, do you have arms?" Xue Xiao was sitting on a gondola boat, staring at the boatman with impatient eyes.

The boatman was gray-haired and wore a beard that was too fake to be fake. He whispered an Italian Sichuan voice: "Haha, young man, I am a tourist boat, and my speed is incomparable to those electric things."

"The broken leg pirate rowed faster than you with his wooden pedal."

"NO, NO, NO...Young people, you must know that in the canals of this city, you have to be slow to be romantic." The boatman also pointed to the sky: "Enjoy the moonlight in the Mediterranean."

Xue Xiao murmured to himself in a low voice, "Why haven't I killed him yet... I wanted to kill him when I saw his face ten minutes ago."

He sighed deeply and looked at the boatman: "Old man, oh no, brother, I'll repeat what I said to you ten minutes ago, which was the sentence I gave you when I gave you the money. I think you have an impression." He suddenly shouted, "Use his fucking! The fastest! Speed! Send me to that damn place! There is white light!!"

"Oh! Young man, I'm not as young as you said..." The accent of the boatman became French Uyghur again for some reason.

Xue Xiao said, "If I hadn't been walking for a day, I wanted to take a break..." He clenched his fists, and then forced himself to put it down: "Listen, man, I know you're afraid of danger there, so I'm dragging it out, wanting to wait for me to lose patience to get ashore by myself, and make some extra money in vain. But let me analyze the situation with you." At this point, he paused for a moment, and used his left hand to break off a piece of wood from the boat. Before the boatman could shout, he penetrated his left arm and threw the piece of wood out with his hand. The wood shattered a small bridge on the river more than ten meters away like a missile.

The boatman was stunned and stood on the side of the boat with a dislocated chin. Xue Xiao continued to say: "If in ten minutes, before I reach the dock, you will be turned into something - a paddle. If you plan to jump off the boat and escape, believe me, you will still become a paddle immediately. If you shout, or continue to say half a word with a fake beard and local accent that deceives tourists, paddle!

And when I was talking about oars, I mean something stiff, breathless and without any biological characteristics. I would grab his middle section and use about 300 kilograms of arm strength to rotate it at the stern of the ship at high speed. The speed must be faster than electric things!" He shouted loudly when he said the last sentence.

The boatman exclaimed in his heart: It's still a propeller! Is this guy a human? He will die... It's over... He often floats on the river, so there are no ones who won't be cut. He has deceived tourists for so many years, but today he's a disaster.

Although he was afraid, his hands suddenly became energetic. The speed of the boat was simply from the dragon boat team. So, people were forced out, and how many people could not cry and call their parents when the knife was placed on his neck? This is called the will to live.

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Just as the Blood Owl and the Unscrupulous Boatman were sightseeing on the canal, Faro had met more than a dozen people from the Iron and Steel Commandments on the sea.

Faro came straight from the south, and arrived in a moment, and jumped onto the floes, but the other party did not immediately launch a surprise attack on him, completely as if this uninvited guest was not enough to let them take action.

Faro's eyes swept across the face of each knight, and then glanced at the thin black-faced man, and finally stopped on Botrini's face: "The faces that I had only seen on the wanted order before were finally met today."

Botrini aimed at the other party with contempt. It was obvious that the military uniform had already explained the identity of the visitor. He snorted coldly: "Sure enough, the first one to arrive was HL's lackey, so... twenty hours ago, was you the one who killed the priests?"

"As a thief, you are very loud." Faro did not deny the matter about the priest, and of course he did not admit it. He did not know what the other party was referring to. Perhaps a temporary silence could bring more information, so he just replied: "Remember, Botrini, you will die in the hands of my G Faro."

Botrini said: "Oh? Is Faro, one of the 'Apes and Pyramid Dragons'? Very good. Those who dare to go to the meeting alone when they see my cross are indeed not casual people. Even if the killer doesn't come tonight and kill you, I won't be in vain."

Faro is arrogant and will not give up: "Hmph... a thief who doesn't know how to live or die..."

The two of them had murderous intent, and the death fight was about to break out.

The black-faced man came to Botrini's ear at this moment and said, "Sir, remember the prophecy and advice given by the priest. You must wait until the murderer appears before you can use the Holy Cross."

Botrini replied coldly: "I will consider it myself."

In fact, the inspector general was dissatisfied with the priest, not only because the other party had never participated in the war, but also because he had a high status second only to the commander of the group. What annoyed him was that the accuracy of the prophecy was indeed unquestionable. Those who did not listen to the advice and violated the dangers were all the consequences of death without a burial place.

This time when Botrini led the ten warriors with him to leave the Holy City, the chief priest gave him three instructions: First, when the murderer appears in front of you, you will know that it is him; second, the murderer appears behind him can use the Holy Cross; third, no matter what the result of the action is, withdraw immediately after the end, and you must not set foot in Venice again within two months.

These three points made Botrini, who was highly regarded by himself, feel very strange. Could it be that the person who killed more than a hundred priests would be a powerful man who needed to use the Holy Cross to destroy it?

"Sir, someone is here again." A knight in the front row reported.

I saw a white paper flying blanket floating in the sky. It was not Indian A San sitting on it, but a European man wearing a windbreaker and a baseball cap. The paper hero really lacked the style that a master should have. Whether it was his own people or his enemies, he looked down on him and did not treat him as a powerful character.

Botrini said, "You go and deal with him, and go to the shore, and don't let the minions come over." He continued to stare at Faro's where he was: "I'll peel the skin of this python."

The paper hero had no time to fight back against the minion's positioning, because the ten knights came to him without saying a word of nonsense after they got the order.
Chapter completed!