Wang was a burdened man

Wang Zeng followed the crowd all the way to the cathedral in the city center

On both sides of the front of the church are towering minarets. The cross on the top of the tower is solemn and solemn, and countless finely carved minarets are stacked on top of each other. But you can see every small and exquisite minarets, beautiful lines, and gorgeous ceilings. Light and elegant.

On both sides of the church, there are colorful window grilles depicting biblical stories and several pictures of the twelve zodiac signs. The sun is hidden outside the glass windows, making each glass pattern colorful. Candlelight flickers in the hall, hymns burst out, and the believers are pious Praying and repenting to the God in my heart; the loud organ music echoed in the hall for a long time, bringing the people in it into the dream of the Middle Ages, and entering a profound and far-reaching artistic conception.

Wang Zeng looked around the security situation around him and felt that he could not accomplish the feat of kidnapping and winning by himself.But he couldn't call all the little Lala under his command, there were so many people, and under the impenetrable guard, any negligence would be fatal.After much deliberation, he called Shuiyue.

"Hello..." Wang Zeng squatted in the bushes, and excited screams came from the phone, almost scaring Wang Zeng out of a heart attack.

"Xiao Zengzeng~ What bad things are you going to do again?"

"Ouch, my grandpa, keep your voice down!"

"You're stalking people!"

"I'm at the downtown church..."

"You want to murder the lovely Archbishop?"

"Grandpa," Wang Zeng wiped his sweat, "Don't you usually watch the news? Today is the founding ceremony!"

"You want to usurp the throne?"

Wang Zeng heard the crisp friction sound of the knife on the other end of the phone, and quickly added: "To capture alive!"

Ten minutes later, two young men squatted in the bushes outside the church, one ambitious, the other excited.

Autumn is deep.The sun warms up on the body.The sunlight in the camphor tree flickers like the bells in the church at noon in the winter. It has the same sense of happiness, detail and harmony as the words of Chunchun. in the same tone as the Lord.

I seem to see you in the optical fiber of autumn, you come floating in the falling leaves.Some poets sang in harmony.

"What did you bring?" Wang Zeng asked Shuiyue, turning his head.

"A few throwing knives, and a rope."

"That's enough. We're going in among the baptismal crowd now. I attract the crowd's attention and cause confusion. You take the opportunity to kidnap Yingzhen. I can buy you more than ten seconds. Remember, don't act impulsively. Now I want to tell you something The details of the plan..."

"Xiao Zengzeng... I prefer improvisation to planning~" Shuiyue said, spinning the throwing knife.

Wang Zeng looked at the shining flying knife, compromised and said, "That's fine."

Citizens were still pouring into the church in a steady stream, one batch came in and another batch went out.The archbishop tapped everyone's heads with the hilt of his sword solemnly, expressing the cleansing of the soul.Ying Zhen and his party stood aside surrounded by bodyguards.Yingzhen's spectacle lenses reflect light under the crystal chandelier of the church.

The sky was getting darker and darker, but the number of people being baptized only increased, and the crowds around were noisy, bursting into cheers from time to time.This is where the stars come in.Wang Zeng secretly sighed.He struggled to get to the second floor of the church, knocked out a nun in a dark corner, took off her nun's gown, and put it on himself. Since he was very thin, women's clothes fit him well.He wrapped his face with a hood, and took a rough look at the French windows with reflections, thinking that the fake could be confused with the real one.Then I saw the beautiful face of the nun with her eyes closed quietly on the ground, and my conscience felt uneasy for a while, so I found a Bible and a pen from the nun's pocket, tore off a page of the Bible, and wrote His own phone number was stuffed in the hand of the fainted nun.

So just like that, he quietly mixed with a large group of nuns across the crowded crowd.came to the side of the bishop.

The bishop read his congratulations loudly, Ying Zhen and his party sat on the bench in the front row, and the guards stood beside them boredly. Wang Zeng felt that they were dozing off standing up very unprofessionally.However, the next moment he saw Ying Ansong, he was as motionless as a sculpture.Ying Ansong glanced over the group of nuns expressionlessly, and then, as if suddenly interested, he fixed his eyes on Wang Zeng, and the eyes met again.Wang Zeng turned his eyes away with a guilty conscience, thinking that if he didn't do anything, he would be exposed.

"Hands up!" Wang Zeng yelled, put his toy gun against the back of the bishop, and then acted like a terrorist very professionally. "I have a gun on me, don't force me!"

In such a short few seconds, people were stunned as if they had experienced centuries, just like they were stunned in horror when they found out that their wives had eaten garlic and didn’t rinse their mouths last night.

Then Wang Zeng smelled a sour smell, and the hostage archbishop... trembled and peed in fear.

Wang Zeng had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had really become a terrorist organization, such a small trick scared the shit out of these powerful people.He suddenly remembered how his mother was threatened by two strong men in order to appeal for his father's grievances.The police officer in charge of the case indifferently shirked responsibility, as if everyone had abandoned the mother and child.

It turned out that this group of sanctimonious and high-ranking hypocrites would also be touched, and humbled their heads before the fear of death.

Wang Zeng's father was a policeman, but no one knows how he died.

A silver light flashed, and there was a burst of crackling, and the crystal chandelier in the center of the church fell down. People screamed and avoided, and then the leader howled like a pig. Wang Zeng shot, it was fake, but the oak It still hurts when the bullet grazed the body.When the lamp fell, it caused chaos at the scene. The bodyguards surrounding Wang Zeng and the snipers in the distance dared not shoot rashly for fear of hurting innocent people.In addition, it was getting late, and the crowd could not adapt to the sudden darkness, and the bishop's help sounded like howling ghosts and wolves.Wang Zeng easily took advantage of the darkness and confusion to take off the nun's clothes and slipped away.And his actions just now should have attracted the attention of most of the guards, and it would be easy for Shuiyue to strike.

He fled outside, the sun had completely set, and the cool evening wind was blowing slowly on his hot cheeks, and his heart was still beating non-stop.He just walked forward without realizing it, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already arrived at the park where he and Shuiyue met at that time.

He didn't know that the central cathedral had exploded at this time, and people came to their senses and found that the archbishop was completely fine, and another more important person had disappeared!

"Hey, where are you?" Wang Zeng called, and after a while, a taxi stopped beside him.

"Get in the car!" Shuiyue pouted, Wang Zeng got into the car through the back door, and was startled.

In the back of the taxi sat two men who were tied up backwards and wore black masks.

"I'm going, it's like the underworld!" Wang Zeng sighed again and again.

Shuiyue turned around while driving and asked in surprise, "Aren't we?"

"Can you drive? Watch the road carefully and don't look back. Do you have a driver's license?"

"I just took the exam last month, that stupid examiner, if it wasn't for passing the exam, I would have twisted his head off and hung it on the rearview mirror...you don't know..."

Wang Zeng ignored Shuiyue's endless complaints, but lifted the mask of the first person, and a strange middle-aged man with glasses appeared in front of him, with a look of fear, his glasses were rubbed off and only one side was hanging on his ear .

"...Who is this?" Wang Zeng asked.

"Taxi driver." Shuiyue glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Then why don't you fucking throw him out?"

"He begged me not to kill someone to silence him."

"Who wants you to kill and silence!" Wang Zeng said angrily. "Aren't you afraid that he will leak the news in the future?"

The taxi came to a sudden stop, and a flying knife wiped the driver's face and stuck on the glass behind the car.Shuiyue looked directly into the eyes of the poor middle-aged man from the rearview mirror, and said in a strange tone: "Be careful with your mouth, you are an accomplice, this is your car, you know Who did we kidnap? The head of state—— Ying Zhen! Show you the carving knife, and you will believe it. It is a treasure. He also has a black cat with human nature, which can kill people and hide corpses, but it is not being compiled at present. And, huh, your wife Looks like a good time with the kids."

Shuiyue found a family photo of the driver's master in the front seat of the car, smiled sinisterly, and then asked Wang Zeng with an expression of asking for credit: "Am I acting very competent? It is very in line with the self-cultivation of the underworld?"

Wang Zeng's face was completely dark, "Shut up and drive!"

Then there was a rare silence in the car, Wang Zeng thought to himself, Shuiyue is a completely unreliable existence, how could someone as cautious as himself fight side by side with him.But often it is Shuiyue's unexpected and unreasonable means of playing cards that can accomplish many great things.After all, he kidnapped the old man Yingzhen who was sitting quietly in front of him.Sighing in relief, he lifted the hood of the second person.

Unbearable silence and depression filled the entire car.Appearing in front of his eyes, with his mouth tightly shut by a cloth strip, was the delicate and noble national elite——Ying Ansong.Even though he was tied up at this moment, he still looked down on Wang Zeng with a lofty, elusive gaze, proud and arrogant, and his dark pupils seemed to be able to suck people in.

Shuiyue, who was driving, felt the chill behind him, and he heard Wang Zeng say to himself in a trembling voice: "Don't you watch the news broadcast?"

"what happened?"

"You fucking tied the wrong person!"

A few minutes later, the two people who had sorted out their thoughts looked at each other helplessly.

"Do you want to send it back?" Shuiyue asked cautiously.

"Shut up! If you mess around with those old guys, it's better than him."

"Isn't it because Xiao Zeng Zeng you always look at him, making me think he is the target person." Shuiyue said aggrieved.

"I told you to shut up!"

That's it, Wang Zeng's life's closest action to power failed perfectly because of the interference of the water and the moon. Pain and misfortune tormented him. In the autumn night, Wang Zeng felt his eyes were wet with tears.

"Don't cry, I'll tie another one tomorrow."

"That's so easy, following you is the beginning of failure." Wang Zeng sobbed.

At the time, he thought it was a complete failure.People who are outside the truth always look in like a flower in a fog.It's like a train that went on the wrong track, but ran towards the direction it should have gone, the right direction of fate.