In the dead of night, several dark shadows suddenly ran out from the back door of the church, and the leading man carried a big cloth bag on his body. They hurried through the dark alley, and finally, the group of people came to an abandoned building and went up to a five-story house. Leading the man put the cloth bag on his shoulder behind the man in front of him.
"Boss, we brought people."
The man slowly turned around, his hand pulled down the cloth bag. With a slightly pale face, she was in the hall praying but was suddenly attacked by Mary Ai.
When she hurriedly raised her head to meet the man's eyes, she was slightly startled and her face was shocked.
"It's you… !"
"It's been a long time, Jane." The man walked up, crouched down to look at her, and finally illuminated his face under the light.
The angular face under the white hair was handsome and extraordinary, a pair of dark blue eyes flashed with bloodthirsty red light, and his thin lips slightly brought a chilling smile. He looks tall and handsome like a handsome gentleman, but anyone who knows him knows what a heinous devil's heart is hidden under that gentle mask.
The man stretched out a big hand to pinch her chin tightly, looked up and down the woman in front of him with cold eyes, and smiled, "I didn't expect that you were once a little, but you turned out to be a big beauty. You really look like you Amazing your dead father~!"
Mary Ai's eyes sank. From an early age, she has always been disgusted with this man who has been in contact with her father. She knows exactly what kind of person he is. He also knew how terrible this man without any humanity was.
"What a nice expression, Jane!" The man smiled with satisfaction and slowly let go of his hand: "A smart person like you must know why I got you here, so you can say it yourself."
"I don't know." Mary said indifferently.
"Oh?" The man chuckled his lips coldly, and didn't seem to be angry. "Then I will remind you what time, do you know these two people
As he said, he held up the two photos in his hand. The looks of the man and the woman in the photos made Mary love one of them stunned.
The expression at this moment did not escape the man’s eyes, “I can see that it’s not embarrassing for you to have friendship with your father. Tell me if they came to you and what they said to you. And... Did your father give you anything before he died?"
"Mr. Bryan, my father broke contact with our mother and daughter long before he left Italy. We are just helpless women who cannot accomplish my father's great cause. What's more, I'm just an ordinary person now, a small inconspicuous. Sister, why are you embarrassing me like this." Mary's face was not changed, and her tone was flat. It seems to be stating a fact.
"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean? Jane." The man stood up suddenly, his eyes slowly changed as he watched her become cold, and he didn't even bother to use the initial disguise.
"You are a smart person, you should know what the fate of deceiving me is. I have given you a chance, if so, then you should have the courage to bear the next price!" After finishing, the man gave the people in front of him a wink. .
"What are you going to do!" Mary loves to watch these black-clothed men surround herself, with wretched eyes, which surprised her.
"Hiss—" She just didn't give her a chance to scream, her nun's attire was torn by the leading man, and then he heard evil laughs from the men in his ears, and then he swarmed her and pressed her to the ground.
"Brian, you devil! God won't forgive you!" Mary yelled and cursed with love, and was exchanged for a desperate cry. Heart-piercing screams echoed in the quiet hall.
"God?" Brian smiled coldly, without turning his head to see how unsightly scenes behind him were. He walked to the window and looked at the exceptionally quiet night outside tonight, with bloodthirsty and ruthless dark lights shining in his eyes, "You said That's right, even a god like me can't help me! So you shouldn't provoke a devil like me, don't you, Jane." With that, he slowly turned his head and faced the desperate woman lying on the ground. Eyes, lips curled and smiled. For the first time, she felt that those eyes that looked like a devil from hell were more real and scary than any horror movie. Even God's anger cannot punish the inhumane lunatic in front of him. . .
God, have you really heard my prayer.
This is, what a desperate world!