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The assassin wasn't killed by the explosion; at the crucial moment, he kicked the grenade away with a powerful stomp of his foot.

He also threw the one he was holding out.

But it was all in a rush, and there wasn't enough time. The grenade that was kicked out didn't fly very far; it just rolled five or six meters away before exploding.

When Chen Ping'an rushed over, the assassin didn't have many bloodstains on his body.

He was ultimately lying on the ground. Shrapnel exploded into the air during the blast, and when he was lying on the ground, the fragments of the grenade were less likely to hit him.

But it's not that easy, which doesn't mean that no fragments will hit him.

Luckily, although the assassin was stunned in the chest by the shockwave of the explosion, he was only injured in the legs and feet by shrapnel.

Seeing Father Chen Ping'an, the Eastern priest, rushing to his side with a semi-automatic rifle, the assassin suddenly raised his left hand: "Wait! Don't kill me!"

I have money, and there's money in the car!

My car is over there, with $100,000 in cash on it—the advance payment for this operation.

Here's $100,000 in cash, just please let me go this once!

To be honest, Chen Ping'an was a little surprised when the other party said that.

Unable to contain his strange emotions, he blurted out a classic line: "Foolish!"

Even if I kill you, the money in your car is mine!

After saying that, he lowered the gun barrel, aiming it at the assassin's chest, slightly to the left of where the heart was.

"No, no, no, I have money, I still have money!"

"I still have 37 euros!"

For the sake of his own life, the assassin quickly said, "Let me go. If you promise to let me go, I have 37 euros in my Swiss bank account."

I can give you the account password!

If you promise to let me go!

I was just an assassin, not the mastermind.

The operation failed; I'll have to pay to save my life.

Is that okay?

37 euros, that's a lot!

But this is an assassin!

Let him go?

impossible!

The principle that "if you don't kill a snake, you'll suffer the consequences" is known to every Easterner.

Therefore, people from the East are usually very honest, and even if they are bullied, they will endure it if they can.

Once they can no longer tolerate it, they will suddenly rise up and wipe out the entire family. Why?

That's why the saying goes, "If you don't kill the snake, you'll suffer the consequences!"

Since things have already come to the point of armed conflict, then we should not leave any future troubles. Once we leave any future troubles, we can't possibly guard against thieves every day, can we?

Would you sacrifice your own and your family's safety, even if you were shot at?

This is why, when Easterners are not angry, they are fine, but once they go to war, even the most honest and upright person will usually aim to take down the whole family!

Now this hitman is offering 37 euros to let me go.

What if he holds a grudge later?

Robert finally arrived, but it was too late. There was only one assassin, and he had already been captured by the priest.

With no opportunity to perform, he could only sigh.

"Father, you ran way too fast!"

"I just heard a grenade explode over here. Are you alright?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, put away his gun, pointed at the assassin, and said, "He was the one who got blown up!"

Robert bent down, picked up the assassin's submachine gun, examined the chamber, and then engaged the safety.

The semi-automatic rifle in his hand was already aimed at the assassin's head: "Father, should we interrogate the person who ordered this?"

If you don't need it, I'll send him to hell to meet Satan!

Chen Pingan said quietly, "He wants to use 37 euros to save his life!"

Upon hearing this, Robert quickly moved the gun away, fearing it might accidentally go off!

The assassin quickly added, "It's $10 plus 37 euros, in exchange for my life!"

Gentlemen, I am willing to reveal who is behind this, and I dare not hide anything!

These words surprised Chen Ping'an. There has always been a rule in the assassin world that even if you fail, you don't betray your employer.

What's wrong?

It doesn't exist in reality, does it?

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Otherwise, why would there be a middleman?

Isn't the concern that the assassins involved in the operation might find out who the employer is, and that once they're caught, they'll be interrogated?

But it's obvious that this assassin probably didn't use a middleman as a broker; he made the deal himself, so he knows who his employer is.

A scumbag who kills for money has no sense of chivalry or justice. Besides, the concept of chivalry and justice is a product of Eastern culture.

The West doesn't have that!

To survive, the assassin didn't care about anything else.

"Father!"

Robert dared not express his opinion; whether or not to kill him was a decision Chen Ping'an had to make himself.

Just as the two were lost in thought, the assassin, who was already like meat on a chopping board and should have no power to resist, swiftly pulled a pistol from his waistband and fired a burst at Chen Ping'an and Robert.

That's right!

One burst of ammunition—this is a Glock 18C fully automatic pistol.

The moment the trigger is pulled, a dozen or so bullets in the magazine can be emptied within half a second.

Chen Ping'an only had time to reach out and grab Robert, then lifted him up and tossed him behind him.

Then, seven or eight bullets rained down on him. He quickly clenched his fists and bent his arms to shield his head and face. Suddenly, a transparent suit of armor appeared on his body, blocking all the bullets.

"snort!"

Almost there!

Looking at the submachine gun bullet embedded several millimeters deep in his skin, Chen Ping'an's vest was soaked with cold sweat.

A moment of carelessness almost cost me my life.

He tensed the muscles in his arm, and the bullets fell off.

Seeing the assassin, who had emptied his magazine and looked utterly bewildered and terrified, he was consumed by rage and, without hesitation, stomped on the assassin's limbs, breaking them all.

"what……"

Amidst screams of agony, the assassin transformed into a writhing fish, the kind pulled from the water to be slaughtered.

He couldn't possibly let the person go, but Chen Ping'an still wanted the 37 euros!

He almost lost his life because of this 37 euros, so now he's even less likely to let go of this money, otherwise he'll never be able to get rid of his inner demons!

"Father, are you alright?"

Robert, who had been thrown far away, was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet and rushed over without thinking to check Chen Ping'an's gunshot wound.

"fine!"

After breaking the assassin's limbs, Chen Ping'an still felt a little awkward and it was somewhat cruel.

But after escaping death, the anger in his heart made him disregard all that.

Robert ran over and examined Chen Ping'an from head to toe, and found that apart from a few holes in his clothes, his skin was completely unharmed!

He finally breathed a sigh of relief!

"I killed him!"

Enraged, Robert raised his gun, ready to finish off the assassin!

Putting aside the fact that the priests of the past were a source of hope for these homeless people, just consider that when faced with the sudden attack, the priest was able to think of Robert in that critical moment.

In particular, Robert will remember the favor of throwing him out first and taking the blame himself for the crime for the rest of his life.

Because of this, Robert's life belongs to the priest!

Hanks Gan said that the priest's sect was called the Way of Peace, and that he would become a fanatical apologist of the Way of Peace in the future.

Robert made a vow in his heart.

"No, you go look for it first. His car should be parked around here!"

He just said there was $10 in cash in the car, which was an advance payment for killing me.

It's true, go find that money!

This man cannot die now; I still need the 37 euros in his Swiss bank account.

"We can't let those bullets go to waste!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a voice came from afar. It turned out that Hathaway and Hanks Gan were leading men carrying guns, staggering as they chased after them.

These people had spent a long time wandering the streets, and even though the 60-kilometer hike filtered out all the rotten people who had been exposed to the enhancers.

However, those who managed to make it to Ping'an Town were not all in good health.

After arriving here, drinking the talisman water can provide a feeling of fullness and restore physical strength, but it only lasts for a few days.

My body hasn't recovered to a certain extent yet.

At this point, it was already quite remarkable that they were able to charge forward with guns under the leadership of Hathaway and Gan, given their physical condition.

Robert's eyes flickered when he saw so many people, and he said in a low voice, "Father, I'll go look for them!"

However, I suggest that you don't publicize this money matter!

Lock this person up and don't let him speak!

Chen Ping'an thought it made sense and nodded.

Robert was given permission and quickly took off his socks and stuffed them into the killer's mouth.

"If they ask, Father, you should say that you are afraid he will commit suicide because you have heard that there is a legend in the East that people can bite their own tongues to commit suicide."

You can use this legend to shut down any further questions from others.

Then, with one foot in a sock and the other bare, he searched for the killer's car in the distance.

It's actually not hard to find.

Based on the location of the assassin's sudden attack and the route he took, we can deduce roughly in which direction the assassin's car was parked.

Finding a car in this situation didn't seem to be a difficult task for Robert, so he found it quickly.

The car is locked.

In America, even if you get out of your car to use the restroom at a gas station, you can't leave it unlocked. If you leave it unlocked, there's a 70-80% chance it won't be yours anymore.

Yes, the long-legged one ran away!

That's why the car Robert found behind the bushes was, of course, locked.

However, this didn't stump him. He didn't even need to smash the driver's side window; somehow, the door opened as soon as he got out of the car.

He explored the car, starting with the glove box and then the glove compartment on the passenger side.

I checked the trunk, but couldn't find the money.

But this didn't stump him. He seemed to be very good at finding things. After observing for a while, he found several bundles of banknotes spread out under the driver's seat.

I counted it, and sure enough, it was exactly $10.

Robert quickly put it in his pocket and hurried back.

Returning to the previous location, the priest, the homeless man who came to help, and the captured assassin were all gone.

He knew they must have carried the person back to the tavern.

After Hathaway and Hanks Gan arrived with reinforcements, Chen Ping'an had them carry the assassin back, then took out his phone and called Lin Zhiyong.

"Just now, an assassin came and tried to kill me with a drone, but I ended up killing him instead..."

Lin Zhiyong was quite nervous at first, but he also thought that if there was any danger, Chen Ping'an would not have been able to make this call.

After thinking about it this way, he felt relieved.

"They've even used such advanced methods?"

Fortunately, we didn't intend to be obedient kids anyway.

I managed to get my hands on five or six guns, fully automatic assault rifles, and domestically made Type 56 assault rifles.

I originally only wanted a 30-round magazine, but the person who sold me the gun was an uncle or elder, and he directly added several drum magazines for me, totaling several thousand rounds of ammunition.

They even gave me a box of hand grenades, the kind currently in active service in the United States.

South American gangs are really too rampant!

Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!

It's time to let them know just how terrifying the warlike bloodline in our Eastern bloodline can be once unleashed!

Chen Ping'an didn't know.

The saying "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated" may not exist in Europe and America, but the principle is the same.

Since the Colombian gang is going to take action, even though it's not the right time yet, they need to have a good grasp of the target's situation.

Otherwise, how could you accurately strike your opponent?

Even the gangsters in Hong Kong Island decades ago had to do reconnaissance before they wanted to kill people and seize territory!

We need to find out where the enemy gang is and when it would be a good time to make a move.

Frank from Columbia, who could survive in Los Angeles, certainly couldn't be unaware of all this.

So even though they only planned to make their move at night, the people responsible for gathering intelligence and monitoring the target had already set off.

Moreover, it wasn't just one person; they actually sent two people to work together to observe and monitor the situation.

Just as Chen Ping'an, carrying a gun, was chasing after the assassin with Robert,...

wrong!

When the assassin arrived on the mountaintop and launched his drone to attack Chen Ping'an, someone was already filming his every move from afar with their phone.

Followed by.

The drone returned empty-handed, the assassin fled in disarray, and the target, Father Chen Ping'an, carrying a gun and accompanied by an attendant, was in hot pursuit.

From a great distance, they could pin the assassin down in a hollow, unable to move.

The speed and accuracy of the shot left the two men on surveillance speechless.

What terrified them even more was when the assassin, while deliberately distracting Father Oriental and his attendants, suddenly pulled out a Glock 18C automatic pistol and fired a burst of bullets.

Putting aside the immense strength that could throw a person five or six meters away, the armor that the Eastern priest suddenly conjured up actually stopped the bullets.

Moreover, it blocked a burst of bullets from a Glock 18C, instantly stunning the two people in Colombia who were monitoring it so much that they dared not move.

Even if they were still far away, the Eastern priest might not even realize where they were.

But they still didn't dare to move an inch.

He was terrified that if he moved or made the slightest sound, the Eastern priest, who ran so fast he seemed inhuman, would come charging at him like a werewolf and tear him to pieces.

Just like when I stomped on and broke the assassin's limbs.

Easterners... are cruel.

After Father Dongfang and his men took the assassin back, they saw the servant take something out of the assassin's car and then leave as well.

Only then did the two henchmen responsible for surveillance dare to send their video to their boss, Frank.

Frank was stunned.

Really!

He had been in gunfights with people, and even chopped people into mincemeat with a knife, but he had never seen anyone run this fast.

Running fast is understandable, but is it reasonable for a person to conjure up a full suit of armor?

Moreover, this armor can actually withstand pistol bullets—a whole magazine of pistol bullets!

Not just one, not just one shot!

This isn't even human anymore, is it?

So what exactly is this Eastern priest? He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, wondering how he had managed to provoke such a supernatural being from movies and comics.

But now, he has another problem.

If the assassin wasn't sent by me, then who was it?

If he wanted to obtain the secret of the holy water, he could not possibly harbor murderous intent towards that Eastern priest.

The assassin was clearly aiming to kill Father Dongfang.

Frank wasn't stupid; he quickly figured it out.

So he called out, "Bring Benjamin over here!"