Chapter 365 Unwilling

The night is gradually coming.

Located between New York and Philadelphia, Princeton is a unique rural city. The city is located in the Delaware Plain in southwest New Jersey, covering an area of about 7 square kilometers. It is bordered by Lake Carnegie in the east and the Delaware River in the west.

The scenery of Princeton is elegant, surrounded by trees and grass, and the clear river flows quietly around the small city. The population is only about 30,000. Most of the citizens live richly, and the transportation in the small city is convenient. It is only about an hour's drive from New York and Philadelphia. In addition, the quiet and peaceful life in the small city and the aristocratic atmosphere shrouded in a strong cultural atmosphere make Princeton a favorite place for the upper class in the United States

On the Delaware River, there is a 533-meter-long suspension bridge across both sides, which is the Ben Franklin Bridge.

It's late at night now. On the Ben Franklin Bridge, the pedestrian passage has long been closed, and occasionally several cars pass slowly.

The weather forecast says that there will be a rainstorm in New Jersey at night today. At this moment, it seems to be the prelude to the brew of the storm. The dark clouds in the sky are layered, giving people a feeling that the wind and rain are coming, and the black clouds are crushing the city.

The originally brightly lit bridge surface also looks a little dim at this moment. The flowing water under the bridge is dark, slightly reflecting the lights of some riverside buildings, flashing, which makes people feel more deep and dark.

At this time, a dark luxury Mercedes-Benz roared past, extremely fast, like a black lightning, and instantly drove past the end of the suspension bridge.

Almost ten seconds later, several cars roared and quickly followed the route of the Mercedes-Benz just now.

In these cars, they were full of big men with light machine guns. Did they stretch out their heads to check the situation of the car in front of them? They shouted loudly and burst out two rude words from time to time.

A man in black in one of the cars shouted solemnly to the phone, "The other party has entered the Ben Franklin Bridge. Block it immediately!"

As soon as his words fell, the speed of the tracked cars gradually began to slow down.

The man in black had a sneer on his face. They had already arranged ambushes on the road, and the other party was acting exactly according to their plan.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a series of fires lit up in front of him, cutting through the dark sky.

Then, a series of crackling crackling sounded the Mercedes-Benz car in front of it kept flashing.

Continuous bullets hit the body of the Mercedes-Benz car. Obviously, the car has been modified and strengthened by special protection, and a series of bullets only scratched a few scratches in the sound of the car.

The other party hurriedly hit the steering wheel and made an emergency turn on the wide bridge. The roar remembered that the Mercedes-Benz continued to accelerate and rush back along the road after turning around.

Obviously, there was an ambush at the other end of the Franklin Bridge. The firepower was so fierce that the Mercedes-Benz had no hope of breaking through at all.

However, at this time, the cars chasing behind had stopped, and they parked their bodies in the middle of the bridge.

The position of their parking is also very exquisite, staggered back and forth. Even if the other party's body is tough, the one-time impact can't break through at all.

Those big men in black, with the body as a bunker, aimed at the Mercedes-Benz car returning on the same road with a light machine gun in their hands, and began to fire 200 meters away.

The half-meter-long tongue of fire is conspicuous in the dark night sky, like the tongue of death showing its power to the outside world.

In the face of such fierce firepower, Mercedes-Benz dared not continue to rush over.

No matter how good the bulletproof glass is, it will not be able to support it under such a strong firepower.

The front glass of the Mercedes-Benz car has not pierced several holes.

The driver slammed the steering wheel and stopped the car halfway. As soon as the car stopped, the window was bombarded by a big hole. The driver was shocked all over and struggled to get out of breath.

Several gunmen came down from the car in an instant. They quickly opened the door and began to fight back with the door baffle.

However, their number and firepower were completely different from the other party's, and soon people kept being shot and falling to the ground.

In the end, only three people were still struggling to support.

"Master, the other party's firepower is so fierce that we can't stand it!"

One of them said to a man in the car who had never moved - he was Claire.

And the man who is talking to him is Lucas, the leader of the mysterious organization, the robber boss of the Wall Street bank robbery.

"Master, this river is not in a hurry, and we withdraw from the water..."

Lucas got into the car and was about to suggest Claire to retreat from the water, but before he finished speaking, he stopped.

He saw that the bright red blood was coming out of his chest of the Bishop, whom he respected and longed for, and he was shot.

"Cucas, you can leave by yourself." Clar looked at him calmly and said.

"No!" Lucas shook his head, and tears suddenly came out of his eyes, "I'm sure I can get you out!"

"It's useless." Claire's face showed a smile, "Everything is gone. The base has been completely taken away by them... Unexpectedly, Fenix was her man. I saw the wrong person. I shouldn't trust her so much. Lucas, thank you for all these years... Go quickly and live a good life under your name.

Years of planning were suddenly ruined, making dowries for others, and Claire has completely given up on the future.

It really shouldn't be!

Claire regretted that she actually wanted to cooperate with the Holy See. Over the years, she has been too smooth and has been underescising the world.

In cooperation with the old fox of the Pope, he remembered the ancient idiom "seeking skin with the tiger".

What he never expected was that he had always been with him as the candidate for the next chief priest's key training, and he turned out to be a member of the Holy See.

Claire has not figured out how she hid her spiritual perception so far.

However, all of these things don't matter.

He touched the part where he was shot. This is the aorta. He knows very well that if there is emergency treatment now, there may be some hope, and if he jumps into the river and escapes, he will definitely die.

I'm not reconciled!

He looked at the roof of the car with wide eyes.

The previous scenes kept flashing in front of his eyes.

"Brother, brother!"

Lucas showed his true feelings. He no longer called him master, but called him big brother again as before.

"If I don't leave, let's die together!" There was a resolute look on his face.

At this time, the gunfight had stopped and the whole scene was silent.

On the side of Claire, there are only two people left, Claire and Lucas.

"Don't be impulsive." Claire smiled with a relieved smile on her face. "Even if they occupy the whole base, it's useless..."

Speaking, he put out his right hand and slowly reached into his underwear pocket...

"Bow!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was another series of gunfire and explosions, and the cars that had chased them before suddenly burst into dazzling fire.

Seeing this, Lucas couldn't help but feel refreshed.

He shouted in surprise, "Someone is here to save us!"

Lucas got out of the car and looked at the fire in the distance with great joy.

As soon as his voice fell, I don't know when a shadow came up from under the bridge and appeared behind him quickly and lightly. After a knife, Lucas was soft to the ground.

The whole person is wrapped in black tight clothes and has a slender body.

He walked slowly to Claire's car, stood for a while, then bowed and got in, and finally sat side by side with Clare.

Claire turned his head slightly and looked at each other for a while.

"I didn't expect it to be you!"

There was a surprise in his tone.

Lin Hong pulled off his headgear, revealing his true face.

"Claire, long time no see." There is no emotion in the tone.

"Ha ha..." Claire laughed gently, and the pulling of his muscles affected his wound, making him look even weaker.

"I had expected that we would definitely meet again, but I didn't expect it to be such an occasion." Claire's face showed self-deprecating, "The teenager in those years has grown up... Ha ha ha... Interesting! It turned out to be you who snatched the medal of faith last time.

He felt that Lin Hong also had a medal of faith on his body, and instantly remembered the last researcher defection incident.

Lin Hong didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

At this moment, he doesn't know what he feels like in his heart.

When he didn't see him, Lin Hong couldn't wait to find him out immediately to avenge that year.

But now when I see his dying state, my heart has calmed down, and I even feel that he is a little pitiful.

"Interesting!" Claire continued, "They certainly didn't expect you to happen!" Ha ha!"

With that, Claire took out a fist-sized metal ball from his pocket, tremblingly handed it to Lin Hong, and said, "This thing... give it to you. Just make up for what I did to you in those years.

Although he said so, there was no guilt on his face. Instead, he laughed at himself and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

This metal ball looks very old, full of simple and mysterious huā patterns, giving people a sense of alternative science fiction.

"I would like to remind you in advance... This is exactly what the Holy See really wants. If you don't have the ability to hold it, you can choose to send it to the Holy See, as you wish..."

Claire's voice became weaker and weaker, his life characteristics continued to weaken, and blood flowed down his trousers and gathered in the car.

Lin Hong stuffed the metal ball into the carry-on bag with his backhand.

He looked at Claire for a while and said the second sentence: "I have a question for you. What was your purpose in establishing Anglais?"

Clar's mouth has overflowed with blood. His eyes are lax, with a smile on his face, and he said slowly, "The golden flame falls from the sky,... The natural noble will be hit by the emergency..."