The Dragon King is released from prison

With the help of everyone, Leiden returned to the church.

Now Leiden looked very miserable. Leiden's left arm was hit by a bullet, but fortunately it just grazed past. Otherwise, if it had hit him actually, Leiden's entire left arm would have been disabled.

But even so, the bones were injured. According to the doctor in the church, unless Rayden left Free City and went to a developed country for surgery now, he would definitely be affected in the future.

But can Raiden leave now?

Leiden knew that he couldn't leave. The church now relied on his reputation as a priest. If he left, it would definitely be disbanded.

Another point is that Leiden was certain that he would die as soon as he left the Liberty City.

Now for Leiden, he has been trapped in the Free City. Unless he completely resolves all the problems here, it is impossible for him to leave!

Apart from the wound on his arm, the wound on Raiden's face was the most hideous. The entire side of his face was bloody and even the skin on the edge was burnt. When the doctor was treating him, Raiden screamed in pain.

It was already dark when Leiden came out of the infirmary. His arm was in a sling and his face was bandaged.

A priest was injured like this, which made people in the church very angry.

The most important thing is that in the hearts of these people, Leiden is now their hope. Now, the hope they believe in can't cause any waves in the face of the military force of these warlords, making them feel very powerless.

Many people shouted that they wanted to go out and fight those people, but they were suppressed by Leiden.

In fact, Leiden didn't want to do this, but he had no choice.

"Fight! Do you think I don't want to fight? I have good people now, but do I want these people to chop me with knives? Frank has a gun in his hand! A machine gun! A grenade! A rocket launcher! What can I use to fight!"

"Given our current situation, even if we can't win the first battle, we can't lose too badly. But even if we send out a few thousand people, what can we do to Frank? We can't even get into the door of his building! And none of these thousands of people can come back!"

"I'm in need of weapons! Weapons!"

Leiden yelled at the confidant he had trained. He was also very aggrieved! He didn't want to endure it, but there was nothing he could do!

Right now, on the other side.

Frank sat on the rooftop of his building, smoking a premium cigar.

Opposite Frank sat a group of his captains and adjutants.

"General, we were monitoring the church, but today Rayden escaped. I'm worried that the church will retaliate."

Such worries were simply out of the question for Frank's private soldiers before.

However, Buck under Frank is dead, and some time ago, a grain merchant who obeyed Frank was also killed. This made Frank's private soldiers realize that those low-level people really dared to attack them now!

Faced with his subordinates' concerns, Frank seemed indifferent.

"Everyone, don't worry." Frank exhaled a puff of smoke. "Leiden is indeed very angry. I can even imagine how angry he is at this moment, but he can't do anything except being angry because he has no weapons. He doesn't have the strength to compete with us. Just relying on his numbers? What can he use to fight me?"

As a warlord, Frank was not a brainless person.

On the contrary, Frank can see the situation very clearly.

"The church has grown to this point and attracted so many people to join in such a short period of time. It's nothing more than our priest created a false image, an illusion that he could change the Free City. That's why those people flocked to the church like crazy."

"Now, this illusion is about to be broken. Today, those who trust the priest will see that the hope they thought of is nothing but impotent rage after they are hurt. In the next few days, you will patrol around the church every day to put pressure on our priest."

"At the same time, tell those people in the church that they still have no hope. It won't be long before the church will naturally disband."

"In fact, I have never worried about what kind of trouble this priest might stir up. What I really care about is who wants to get a piece of the pie in the Free City."

After Frank finished speaking, the captains and lieutenants in front of him all laughed.

"Understood General!"

"Let's do it now!"

Just as the adjutants were about to leave, they heard the elevator door open.

A tall figure walked out from behind the elevator door made of pure gold.

"General, there was a small problem. When our people were checking the goods entering the city, they had a conflict with others. Those people insisted on not letting us check the goods."

"Dare!" Frank stood up, a murderous look on his face, "At this critical moment, even a bag of rice must be poured out and checked three or four times. Who are the other party? If they don't allow us to check, then kill them!"

The tall figure looked embarrassed: "General, it may be difficult to take action. The other party is from the American Empire."

"Fuck!" Frank cursed, "These Americans really think this is their backyard? Have you told them what happened recently?"

"Yes." The tall figure nodded, "But the people over there don't care at all. They want to ensure the privacy of their goods. They won't even tell us where to leave. General, what should we do?"

Frank took a few puffs of his cigar, showing impatience on his face, but still waved his hand: "Then let them pass! Damn! If the people above weren't so useless, would the Americans be so arrogant?"

The tall figure breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had been asking Frank what he meant, if Frank decided to take action, he would definitely run away at the first opportunity. They were just warlords in the Free City, backed by a small country.

But the one who supports that small country is the American Empire.

If they start fighting, they will be in trouble!

At the border of Free City, a convoy entered the city. There were more than twenty vehicles, all heading to a warehouse.

Even the warlords did not dare to approach this warehouse casually because they knew who it belonged to.

When the convoy stopped in front of the warehouse, a man in a suit jumped out from the passenger seat, checked a batch of goods, and made a phone call.

"Mr. Grote, according to our agreement, the goods have now entered the Free City, and those warlords will definitely not know what we brought in. What's next?"

"Wait." A reply came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Toby, you need to stay in Liberty City for three days. After three days, I will contact you and convey Mr. Qi's wishes."