In the confession room, Russell hung up the phone and began to persuade him kindly: Sir, I know you are very sad because you lost your wife, but you keep laughing like this...
It's not me, it's my friend!
The man opposite the board became alert, thinking that Russell might have discovered the truth.
Since his wife disappeared for no reason, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to talk to someone but was afraid that someone would see something.
I really couldn't hold it anymore, so I came to the church to find the priest, but now I saw that the priest seemed a bit unreliable!
Well, your friend’s wife is lost, you are very sad...
It’s not me, it’s my friend’s wife who lost it, and it’s him who is sad.Speaking of this, the man regretted it a little and got up and wanted to leave.
Wait, this gentleman, let me tell you a friend.Since I am so sad, it’s better to take advantage of the time left now and do all the delicious and fun things. Don’t care about whether it’s money or not, anyway, I won’t use it in the future...
Before Russell could finish his words, the man opposite had already fled. He sighed and pushed the door open and walked out of the church gate.
It has been almost a week since he came to the headquarters in Los Angeles. At first, he was thinking that the world mission might be triggered in the church, but now he has given up.
Outside the door, Sister Medellin took a broom to clean the fallen leaves, which was like this every day, as if she could not finish it.
Child, are you leaving?Sister Medellin asked with a smile.
Russell was stunned when he heard this and shook his head: No, I'm tired of sitting, so come out to move.
By chance, I happened to be tired of the activity and wanted to sit for a while.Sister Medellin smiled amiably and handed the broom over.
Russell took the broom speechlessly and swept up the fallen leaves on the ground. Sister Medellin, Ma Dajin Knife, sat on the stone steps, took out the red and white Marlboro, and began to suck the clouds and spit out the mist.
Russell Quan pretended not to see it, Sister Medellin devoted her whole life to her faith. She was a person worthy of respect and had some minor problems.
Good boy, do you want one?
Uh, OK!Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had been handed over and could only take it in his hand.
Five seconds later, Bai Yanmiaomiao, the old and the young sat side by side, and the broom was thrown to the ground.
Sister Medellin, are there any evil things like devils and evil spirits in Los Angeles?Russell began to talk, the old nun was very old and seemed not a fool like Jacob. Maybe he knew something.
Sister Medellin grabbed the cigarette and said with a serious expression: There are two devils in Los Angeles who are good at bewitching people's hearts and make people willing to fall into hell. Even the Lord has no choice but to do anything to them.
Who are they? Where are they?Russell couldn't wait to ask.
Here!
Sister Medellin raised her hand and pointed her chest: One is called power and the other is called money, and faith is vulnerable to the two devils.
Russell: …
Sister Medellin threw the cigarette butt, stepped on it, picked up the broom and continued to clean the fallen leaves: Child, if you want to go out, go, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous.
OK!
Russell turned around three times in one step, looking at Sister Medellin suspiciously. Is this considered intelligence?
Probably!
……
The church is located northwest of downtown Los Angeles, very close to the famous Hollywood. Russell drove to and took a walk of the Avenue of Stars and Universal Studios.
I was not very lucky and hadn't met beautiful stars. I might have talked about the script at the director and investor's home.
Of course, if there are no beautiful stars, it does not mean there are no beautiful women. After all, it is Hollywood, and this place has never shortage of beautiful women.
Russell ordered a glass of ice water in the cafe, and a blonde stunner walked past the window, with a tall figure of model-level, and a very high turnaround rate.
Her companions were a little out of place. An old Chinese man wearing a hat. The two of them quarreled while walking, and they looked...the relationship was very good!?
Russell's gaze moved with the two, and it was not slowly withdrawn until they disappeared on the corner of the street. Where he couldn't see, the blonde bent against the wall to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead.
What's wrong, Ball?The old Chinese man asked in confusion, his partner was pale, just like he had heat stroke.
Looking back at the sight from behind just now, the blonde beauty was still scared: Cruz, after handling this case, hurry back to Boston, Los Angeles is too dangerous.
Russell sat in the cafe for two hours until night fell and the streets were flashing with lights.Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the city center.
Sister Medellin said that the nights in Los Angeles are dangerous, and Russell decided to try how dangerous it is. Will he go to the night road to see a ghost?
He took out the Terminator's sunglasses and put them on, covering the blue light in his eyes. The second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets and drove on the dim branches.
At midnight, Russell got nothing and stopped to refuel at the gas station. After a few hours, there was indeed a danger, but it was not the kind he imagined. 911 could solve it.
At this time, three or five motorcycles with powerful sound came to the gas station. The tough guy style was very strong, but the drivers had nothing to do with the tough guys, and there were red and blue. The godfather of the Zangai family had a strong sense of déjàu.
The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing sunglasses to show off at night and gave him an international gesture. Russell smiled shyly and rolled the car window silently.
……
On the streets of Los Angeles at night, the colorful lights are confused, and the people who are built by the devil are like walking dead bodies, wandering back and forth with no faith, looking for the loneliness of their other half, and spending the late night of unbearable emptiness.
Several motorcycles whizzed past, and the explosive music caused passers-by to frown. They lined up, either screaming or howling with the music.
I didn't notice at all that a second-hand broken car was shuttled through the traffic, following them without any haste.
Russell was lucky tonight, and he saw a hell in the middle of the night, and was of the same breed as the ugly ghost in the Mexican border town.
Ten minutes later, the motorcycle turned a corner and drove into a deep alley. Members of the Zangai family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, took out a wrinkled ball of American swords, and were put in by the black security guard in a tight vest.
Russell stopped the car and tidied his collar in front of the rearview mirror. He looked like a dog, and felt very safe. Then he pushed open the car door and walked towards the big steel door.
The streets and alleys are pitch black, wall lamps are hung above the large iron door, and next to it is a large trash can.
Russell knocked on the iron door, and the black and hard security guard immediately frowned when he saw his priest's costume: Sorry, we don't receive clergy here.
Russell didn't say anything, took out five Franklins and spread them in front of the security guard like poker.
The security guard swallowed: Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it is a matter of principle!
Stop making trouble, man, I heard that there is a masquerade here to be a priest... Russell pointed outside the street: Also, the rules here are too rigid. It only takes five minutes for me to buy a piece of clothing and change it. Why bother?
There is no way, rules are rules...
Yes, you are indeed a principled person.
Russell helped her sunglasses and added two more pictures of Franklin: Except for the entrance fee, the rest is yours.
Hearing such words of questioning professional qualities, the black and hard security guard's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Franklin in front of him and threw him into his pocket.
Welcome!
After letting Russell walk in, the security guard turned cold and took out the walkie-talkie: Head, the surveillance No. 2-3 is in a state of condition...
It's not me, it's my friend!
The man opposite the board became alert, thinking that Russell might have discovered the truth.
Since his wife disappeared for no reason, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to talk to someone but was afraid that someone would see something.
I really couldn't hold it anymore, so I came to the church to find the priest, but now I saw that the priest seemed a bit unreliable!
Well, your friend’s wife is lost, you are very sad...
It’s not me, it’s my friend’s wife who lost it, and it’s him who is sad.Speaking of this, the man regretted it a little and got up and wanted to leave.
Wait, this gentleman, let me tell you a friend.Since I am so sad, it’s better to take advantage of the time left now and do all the delicious and fun things. Don’t care about whether it’s money or not, anyway, I won’t use it in the future...
Before Russell could finish his words, the man opposite had already fled. He sighed and pushed the door open and walked out of the church gate.
It has been almost a week since he came to the headquarters in Los Angeles. At first, he was thinking that the world mission might be triggered in the church, but now he has given up.
Outside the door, Sister Medellin took a broom to clean the fallen leaves, which was like this every day, as if she could not finish it.
Child, are you leaving?Sister Medellin asked with a smile.
Russell was stunned when he heard this and shook his head: No, I'm tired of sitting, so come out to move.
By chance, I happened to be tired of the activity and wanted to sit for a while.Sister Medellin smiled amiably and handed the broom over.
Russell took the broom speechlessly and swept up the fallen leaves on the ground. Sister Medellin, Ma Dajin Knife, sat on the stone steps, took out the red and white Marlboro, and began to suck the clouds and spit out the mist.
Russell Quan pretended not to see it, Sister Medellin devoted her whole life to her faith. She was a person worthy of respect and had some minor problems.
Good boy, do you want one?
Uh, OK!Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had been handed over and could only take it in his hand.
Five seconds later, Bai Yanmiaomiao, the old and the young sat side by side, and the broom was thrown to the ground.
Sister Medellin, are there any evil things like devils and evil spirits in Los Angeles?Russell began to talk, the old nun was very old and seemed not a fool like Jacob. Maybe he knew something.
Sister Medellin grabbed the cigarette and said with a serious expression: There are two devils in Los Angeles who are good at bewitching people's hearts and make people willing to fall into hell. Even the Lord has no choice but to do anything to them.
Who are they? Where are they?Russell couldn't wait to ask.
Here!
Sister Medellin raised her hand and pointed her chest: One is called power and the other is called money, and faith is vulnerable to the two devils.
Russell: …
Sister Medellin threw the cigarette butt, stepped on it, picked up the broom and continued to clean the fallen leaves: Child, if you want to go out, go, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous.
OK!
Russell turned around three times in one step, looking at Sister Medellin suspiciously. Is this considered intelligence?
Probably!
……
The church is located northwest of downtown Los Angeles, very close to the famous Hollywood. Russell drove to and took a walk of the Avenue of Stars and Universal Studios.
I was not very lucky and hadn't met beautiful stars. I might have talked about the script at the director and investor's home.
Of course, if there are no beautiful stars, it does not mean there are no beautiful women. After all, it is Hollywood, and this place has never shortage of beautiful women.
Russell ordered a glass of ice water in the cafe, and a blonde stunner walked past the window, with a tall figure of model-level, and a very high turnaround rate.
Her companions were a little out of place. An old Chinese man wearing a hat. The two of them quarreled while walking, and they looked...the relationship was very good!?
Russell's gaze moved with the two, and it was not slowly withdrawn until they disappeared on the corner of the street. Where he couldn't see, the blonde bent against the wall to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead.
What's wrong, Ball?The old Chinese man asked in confusion, his partner was pale, just like he had heat stroke.
Looking back at the sight from behind just now, the blonde beauty was still scared: Cruz, after handling this case, hurry back to Boston, Los Angeles is too dangerous.
Russell sat in the cafe for two hours until night fell and the streets were flashing with lights.Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the city center.
Sister Medellin said that the nights in Los Angeles are dangerous, and Russell decided to try how dangerous it is. Will he go to the night road to see a ghost?
He took out the Terminator's sunglasses and put them on, covering the blue light in his eyes. The second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets and drove on the dim branches.
At midnight, Russell got nothing and stopped to refuel at the gas station. After a few hours, there was indeed a danger, but it was not the kind he imagined. 911 could solve it.
At this time, three or five motorcycles with powerful sound came to the gas station. The tough guy style was very strong, but the drivers had nothing to do with the tough guys, and there were red and blue. The godfather of the Zangai family had a strong sense of déjàu.
The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing sunglasses to show off at night and gave him an international gesture. Russell smiled shyly and rolled the car window silently.
……
On the streets of Los Angeles at night, the colorful lights are confused, and the people who are built by the devil are like walking dead bodies, wandering back and forth with no faith, looking for the loneliness of their other half, and spending the late night of unbearable emptiness.
Several motorcycles whizzed past, and the explosive music caused passers-by to frown. They lined up, either screaming or howling with the music.
I didn't notice at all that a second-hand broken car was shuttled through the traffic, following them without any haste.
Russell was lucky tonight, and he saw a hell in the middle of the night, and was of the same breed as the ugly ghost in the Mexican border town.
Ten minutes later, the motorcycle turned a corner and drove into a deep alley. Members of the Zangai family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, took out a wrinkled ball of American swords, and were put in by the black security guard in a tight vest.
Russell stopped the car and tidied his collar in front of the rearview mirror. He looked like a dog, and felt very safe. Then he pushed open the car door and walked towards the big steel door.
The streets and alleys are pitch black, wall lamps are hung above the large iron door, and next to it is a large trash can.
Russell knocked on the iron door, and the black and hard security guard immediately frowned when he saw his priest's costume: Sorry, we don't receive clergy here.
Russell didn't say anything, took out five Franklins and spread them in front of the security guard like poker.
The security guard swallowed: Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it is a matter of principle!
Stop making trouble, man, I heard that there is a masquerade here to be a priest... Russell pointed outside the street: Also, the rules here are too rigid. It only takes five minutes for me to buy a piece of clothing and change it. Why bother?
There is no way, rules are rules...
Yes, you are indeed a principled person.
Russell helped her sunglasses and added two more pictures of Franklin: Except for the entrance fee, the rest is yours.
Hearing such words of questioning professional qualities, the black and hard security guard's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Franklin in front of him and threw him into his pocket.
Welcome!
After letting Russell walk in, the security guard turned cold and took out the walkie-talkie: Head, the surveillance No. 2-3 is in a state of condition...
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