Night.
The night sky was splashed with ink.
The stars were dotted, and the bright moon was in the sky.
A figure like an arrow shuttled under the night sky. Like a dark elf, like a light smoke, one second it was in the east, the next second it flashed to the west.
She was fast. Like a wind, like an arrow. Wherever she went, the killing intent was high, and the vitality was destroyed.
She had calculated every single path that she had to take. Every place she landed was an absolutely safe space.
She avoided the guards in front of the palace gate. She avoided the patrolling Holy Knights under the high wall. Even the Holy Knights with swords, who were only tens of meters away from the Vatican and were in charge of palace security, could not find that in this quiet night sky, there was a black shadow wrapped in killing intent coming and going freely!
She was the most powerful female killer in the world, the only quasi-S-level powerhouse. The second generation queen with a great reputation!
Her global ranking was only below Xiao Zheng. She was also the female killer with the highest success rate and the highest cumulative number of missions in the history of the industry. Even the first Queen Qin Shuang could not compare with her in the number of missions.
In fact, how could the first Queen Qin Shuang, who was now married and enjoying life, really be stronger than her?
The reason why she was only a quasi-S-level killer. The reason why she was always ranked second was not that she didn't have the ability to become an S-level killer. It was because she didn't want to be in front of Xiao Zheng.
As a woman, shouldn't she consider men at all times?
After the four-person Holy Knight patrol team bypassed her on the left front, Tina's feet slammed, and suddenly, like a sharp sword, pierced into the towering palace gate and disappeared into the dark corner of the palace. Integrated with the night.
…
On the eighth floor of the palace. That was the highest floor.
In a room closest to the west, the lights were brightly lit, and the sonorous sound of the keyboard was endless. As if living in the room was not a high-ranking cardinal leader, but a programmer who was keen on programming. Working hard to finish the task given by the boss.
Dong.
Dong.
A loud bell sounded in the palace. That was the bedtime bell, the bell at 12 o 'clock at night. Whenever the bell in the palace rang, most of the clergy would go to bed. Their work and rest were very regular.
But it was obvious that the Cardinal, who was dressed in dark casual clothes, had no intention of going to bed. He had only completed half of the teaching affairs. He needed to announce it to all the cardinals of the College of Cardinals at the Assembly of Clergy tomorrow. So tonight was destined to be another sleepless night for him.
Soros was 58 years old this year. As a Cardinal who would serve for life, he was not worried about being relieved of his position. Even if he were to be chased out of the center of power and become a Cardinal without any real power, there were still close to 20 years to go. Therefore, he did not have too much pressure on his work.
For an ordinary person, sixty years of age was considered old. But for Soros, who was in a high position and had just started his career. He was still very young and full of energy.
Even though the beard around his lips was gradually turning white.
However, his kind and bright eyes were especially spirited.
After writing for a long time, it was inevitable that his throat would become dry.
After he finished typing the next paragraph, he slowly stood up and walked to the coffee table to pour a cup of tea to quench his thirst.
The tea was light green. It was his favorite European tea. He could not remember the name, but the reason why he liked this unknown tea was because it was the last cup of tea that his disciple drank with him when he personally expelled Hussain.
As the saying goes, seeing something reminds you of the person, is this probably the truth?
And speaking of his last disciple, Hussain, Soros had always been very proud. In one's life, to be able to teach such an outstanding disciple. How could he not be proud, not be proud?
Or perhaps, it was Soros's love and protection of Hussain that caused Hussain's arrogant temperament and repeated violations of dogma, which eventually led to him being expelled and even deprived of his residency rights in the Vatican?
Soros looked like a very kind old man. Whether it was the seriousness with which he typed on the keyboard or the care with which he poured the tea, he behaved like an ordinary little old man.
Except for his unfathomable light green eyes.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Soros drank a cup of warm fragrant tea, then took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tea stain on the corner of his mouth. When he turned around, there was a kind smile on his face. He said to the dark window, "It's windy outside, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up?"
He was speaking fluent English!
He did not even think about it, he used English to talk to the person outside the window.
Why?
Tina, like a weightless shadow, jumped into the window with a very beautiful movement. She stood straight and slender in the living room. Her eyes were scarlet, redder than the blood on the blade.
Soros first looked at the beautiful but cold Tina patiently, then his eyes fell on the blade of Tina. There was no change in his expression, but he said something that made people raise their eyebrows, "You sent them into the arms of God?"
Killing people was like sending them into the arms of God. This was indeed something that only a high-ranking cardinal in the Vatican like Soros dared to say.
What was God?
Did God exist in this world?
God only appeared because someone encountered a problem that could not be solved. At this time, the omnipotent God came into being.
Soros's mind was clear, there was no trouble or trouble, so he always recited the doctrine with his mouth, not his heart.
Of course, a man who only thought about God, the Bible, and dogma would never be able to sit in his position, and could only become an enslaved believer.
Tina rarely spoke, even in front of Xiao Zheng, she would not say anything if she could. So she would not waste any words with the cardinal that was about to be killed by her. What she wanted to do was to raise the blade in her hand, stab it into Soros's heart, and end his already long enough life!
"Miss Tina." Soros smelled a strong killing intent, as well as a dense coldness. But his face was still kind, and his eyes were still clear. "If you kill me, you may not get the reward."
Tina, who was full of killing intent, heard this, and her dark red pupils suddenly contracted!
If I kill him, I won't get the reward?
Why?
In an instant, Tina understood the hidden meaning of his words!
But at the same time, she was extremely confused, unable to understand why Soros would do this.
In this world, who would be bored enough to hire an assassin that had never failed to kill him?
Unless he was crazy!
"Of course, even if you don't kill me. I don't think I can take out 60 million USD to give you. "Soros smiled and said casually. "I'm just a clergyman, I can't directly ask my believers for money. What do you think? "
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