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Chapter 853: Saint Dies (29 updates)

Chapter 853 The Saint Dies

Paoma Street.

Zhang Zhongqiang was protected by more than a dozen subordinates and retreated into the place where he lived in panic.

Just over ten minutes ago, the army that had originally protected them on the periphery suddenly launched an attack, easily defeating his subordinates and forcing him back here. Until now, he still didn't know what was going on. Liu Yi knew

Yes, the entire street has been blocked by the army, and even if he can resist here for a while, it will be a matter of time to be caught or killed.

Tsoma was the last one to return to his house and said angrily: "What's going on!" He was scratched by stray bullets outside, and now he is a little limping when walking.

Zhang Zhongqiang roared: "I will not be trapped here if I have to know! Call Rong Mu immediately and see what happened!"

Tsoma said viciously: "You need to remind me? I just called it, but I couldn't get through!"

Zhang Zhongqiang was about to speak when Choma's cell phone suddenly rang.

The latter said in surprise: "Is it Rong Mu... Huh? It's the phone number from the teaching world!"

Zhang Zhongqiang certainly understood that the "teaching hall" refers to the Samo Cult headquarters far away in Tibet, and said in surprise: "What's going on at this time?"

Tsoma did not answer him and quickly answered the phone: "Hey? Is it me, Elder Jiayang? What the hell... what!" The last two words were roaring, and the phone fell from his hands at the same time.

Bang!

The phone screen was directly broken and the phone was interrupted.

This was the first time Zhang Zhongqiang saw his expression so shocked, his heart trembled, and he asked subconsciously: "What's wrong?"

The blood on Choma's face was lost, and he said in disbelief: "Jiayang... Elder Jiayang said that just a few minutes ago, the saint was convening the baptism Scripture, and suddenly he was killed by someone and returned to the arms of God Samo.

Now!"

Zhang Zhongqiang instantly became stiff and the gun in his hand fell down.

At the same time, Wen Yan, who was in Zhao's house, also received a call from Long Lingzong.

"It's done perfectly!" The Long Ling Sect on the other end was obviously in a good mood.

"Sora Yucuo? How did it be?" Wen Yan was overjoyed.

"The woman did not show up at all, and it was difficult for the Samoan church to enter. I had to wait for two days in person, and finally waited for her to attend the baptism Scriptures facing the public and donate the holy water." Long Lingzong explained, "

I took it myself and used a special crossbow with a highly toxic drug to kill him in one blow."

"Are you safe now?" Wen Yan asked. After all, the Samoan Sect is a large-scale cult organization. Since there is a "protective" like Choma, it must have considerable guardians.

"This is my strangest place." Long Lingzong's voice showed doubts, "After the incident, no one organized a blockade of the venue, which allowed us to escape easily. Originally, I planned to do a big fight and fight bloody battles.

I could only escape by turning it over, but I didn’t expect it to be so easy.”

Wen Yan was stunned.

Is there such a thing?

"In addition, I have been observing the Samo Sect for the past two days, and I have a very strange feeling." The voice of the Long Ling Sect continued to come, "That is, the Samo Sect is really like the ordinary small religions that can be seen everywhere here, without

Any cheating behavior. The saint Sora Yucuo has a very good reputation. He has never heard of any negative news about her, whether it is inside or outside the church. Of course, this is just on the surface, and it is hard to say what happens secretly.

”

"Hmm?" Wen Yan was a little surprised, "You seem to feel a little unfulfilled."

"Yes, I have something to say." Long Lingzong said slowly, "According to people here, there is a sect master of the Samo Sect, but no one has ever seen it. And not everyone has

I know, I have investigated it a little. There may be only one or two of the ten churchgods who know it. Everyone else thinks that the Saint is the highest-ranking person in Samoa."

"Jiang Zun?" Wen Yan was stunned.

"But I have limited time here, so I can't investigate too deeply." Long Lingzong said in a deep voice, "If necessary, I can stay here and investigate in depth."

"No need." Wen Yan came to his senses, "No matter who is actually manipulating, as long as the death of the saint as a symbol of the death, the Samo Sect will be difficult to become a great player in a short period of time. The situation in Yanjing has basically been

It's stable, it's not safe for you there, so it's better to come back first. As for the investigation, I'll try another way."

No matter from any aspect, it is better for the country to investigate this kind of thing. Just look for Feng Yuankong or Murong Ge to mention it.

"Okay." Long Lingzong said, "Then I will leave immediately and will be able to return to Yanjing tomorrow at the latest."

...

The next morning, Wen Yan waited for Cheng Nianxin at Zhao's house.

"Where are the things?" Wen Yan asked straight to the point when he met.

"Only two bottles were made, you can save some effort." Cheng Nianxin took out a small metal box from her backpack. When she opened it, there were two small bottles of orange liquid and a disposable injection syringe used together.

"One bottle is enough." Wen Yan turned to look at the butler next to him, "You should rest assured now."

"Let's just give Mr. Zhao an injection first." The housekeeper smiled reluctantly. After tied up Zhao Fuhai last night, he woke up and struggled to scream. The housekeeper had no choice but to plug his hair into the sticker.

Mouth.

Wen Yan made a gesture, and Cheng Nianxin immediately put away his things and followed him upstairs.

When he arrived at Zhao Fuhai's room, Cheng Nianxin prepared the injection and inhaled the homemade inhibitor into the syringe.

Zhao Fuhai, who was torn apart by the towel, said in horror: "What are you going to do! Zhao Lun! You can't help them harm me!"

The housekeeper comforted: "Mr. Zhao, don't worry, this is not harming you, this is helping you."

How could Zhao Fuhai continue to listen? He struggled and started screaming, cursing while talking nonsense. Wen Yan next to him heard something like "How can hypnosis fail?", and he was surprised.

However, the first priority is treatment. He knocked this guy out directly. Although the coma could not last long due to the strong pulse of his body, it was enough for him to inject it.

A few minutes later, after the injection was completed, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How long will it take to take effect?"

Cheng Nianxin stretched out: "The physical constitution is different at all, but it takes at least two or three hours. Is there a room? I want to have a sleep, but I am so sleepy!"

Wen Yan looked at her hot figure fully displayed by stretching her body, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said, "Of course, I'll take you there. Butler, please take care of Mr. Zhao. He called when he woke up.

I."

The butler agreed.

Wen Yan immediately took Cheng Nianxin out of the room. Seeing her tired as if she could fall down at any time, she couldn't help asking, "How long has it been since you've been sleeping?"

"You should ask me how long I have been sleeping in the past few days." Cheng Nianxin completed everything, her tense nerves completely relaxed, and she yawned, "Since you asked me to start studying the control agent, I got up and fell asleep together.

It may be less than twelve hours.”

Wen Yan couldn't help but be amazed.

No wonder she is so sleepy. Even if he is gentle, it would be a little problem if he sleeps so little.

After arriving at his room, Wen Yan asked Cheng Nianxin to sleep, but he quietly left the room.

A few steps away, Song Tian opened the door and winked at him.

Wenyan understood and went over immediately.

Song Tian's face was much better than before, and he said lightly: "I'm leaving."

Wen Yan nodded and said, "I understand. I'll bother you this time."

Song Tian's expression remained unchanged and said, "I will notify Song Yun and the others to leave the plain, but you'd better be careful. Soraji's injury has not healed in a short period of time, so there should be no problem, but as long as he doesn't die, he will be very good.

You may go to trouble you, after all, you ruined their business. Now that big things are failing, he can still do something like asking you for revenge."

Wen Yan smiled: "I feel relieved that this guy will be on the wanted list soon. It's too late to escape. Isn't it looking for death if I want to trouble me? Moreover, I feel that he will go to trouble you first, because

If you lose in your hands, he will definitely want to get the game back.”

Song Tian smiled faintly: "There is no possibility in this regard. Although I only met once, I believe Soraji's mind. In the open competition, he will not use insidious means after losing. But compared to this point,

If you ruin the big thing he is committed to, that's another matter."

Wen Yan couldn't help but feel a little worried and frowned and said, "Then will I have to be worried every day in the future?"

Song Tian said calmly: "I can't give you any advice. You are not brave but have no strategy, so you should know how to do it. Just do it, take care of yourself!"

When I saw Queen Song Tian away, Wen Yan thought about it, but I felt very inappropriate.

He was right. If Soraji wanted to take revenge, he would likely directly revenge on Wen Yan. This person is good at assassination. He wanted to assassinate Wen Yan's family. I'm afraid no one can guard against it, including Wen Yan.

Come on.

But no matter how you think about it, how to prevent it is a big problem. He Wen Yan can't follow everyone twenty-four hours, especially Mi Xue has to deal with company affairs. Mi Ting, as a policeman, has to go to work.

You can't tell them to give up everything and hide at home every day, right?

Shortly after Song Tian left, Zhao Fuhai woke up.

Cheng Nianxin's homemade inhibitor was very effective. Zhao Fuhai completely returned to normal. When he mentioned Zhong Linghuan to him, the rich man was not surprised at all. However, he still remembered that he had suddenly treated Zhong Linghuan.

So affectionate and puzzled, Wen Yan had to explain the control agent to him and explain the reason for his kidnapping.

After knowing all the truth, Zhao Fuhai was greatly moved and thanked Wen Yan again and again.

Wen Yan said lightly: "Mr. Zhao trusts Wen Yan very much, I just respond to your trust."

Zhao Fuhai was shocked when he heard this: "Recognize now, I finally believe that Master Wen, you really treat me as a friend!"

Wen Yan smiled: "This is what Mr. Zhao earned. Hey, I have a question, let's talk about it privately."

Zhao Fuhai understood and looked at the butler next to him.

The housekeeper said tactfully: "I'll prepare and celebrate Mr. Zhao's recovery." He drove away in the wheelchair.

After he closed the door, Wen Yan whispered: "Butler Zhao seems to have been hypnotized. Does Mr. Zhao know about this?"

Zhao Fuhai was stunned and then laughed: "I asked someone to give him a break, of course I know."

Wen Yan had already guessed this before hearing his nonsense before being injected, and said curiously: "I really don't understand, why are you?"