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Chapter 69 The merciful Lord will forgive you

“It’s called God’s Bull.”

"..."

Time: 1:50…

Mia, who drank juice mixed with sleeping pills right after getting out of the bath, had fallen into a deep sleep. Roy pushed Mia, but she didn't respond. She was sleeping very soundly, and even her heavy breathing could be heard in the quiet room.

Obviously, she was tired...

In the first half of the night, she cooperated with Roy in the fighting in the warehouse. Facing the hail of bullets, her nerves were always tense. Now, she is sleeping soundly in the arms of her male god, feeling full of security. Naturally, she sleeps comfortably and sweetly.

"Mia?"

Roy tried calling out, but there was no response.

He gently picked up Mia's arm, got out of bed, quickly dressed, jumped onto the awning through the window, avoided the surveillance cameras, and came to the corner of the parking lot.

Oscar prepared a ten-year-old Ford pickup truck for Roy. He inserted the key, started the vehicle, and drove quickly to the safe house.

Since the battle just now lasted a long time, Roy needed to save time on the road. He had to get back to the motel before dawn.

The attributes he added this time were flexibility, agility, physical strength, endurance, persistence, explosive power, and driving skills...

It was easier to drive at night because there were fewer cars, and most of the police force was still at the abandoned warehouse dealing with the scene, so it only took Roy 10 minutes to reach the safe house.

He drove the Ford pickup into his secure storage, went downstairs, and threw Rasheed Garrett some stale bread and sour milk.

In the workshop, Roy quickly changed into a set of clothes, cowboy boots, jeans, tight vest and leather jacket.

After changing his clothes, he took out an M1911 pistol with the serial number erased from the drawer, loaded it with a full magazine, pulled the slide, and inserted it into the armpit holster.

Of course, silencers and spare magazines are also essential.

Finally, he picked up an empty backpack, an all-black motorcycle helmet and motorcycle keys, and returned to the ground.

In a corner of the warehouse, Roy lifted the tarpaulin and a 1997 Harley-Davidson Heritage Softail appeared in sight.

Oscar had stolen this Harley a few months ago.

He put on a helmet to cover his face, inserted the key, started the ignition, drove out of the warehouse, got out of the car and closed the warehouse door and the iron gate of the wall.

As the accelerator was turned, Roy drove the Harley motorcycle through a small road about 7 kilometers long, merged into the state highway, and drove straight to the town of Laken.

It was 3:20 in the morning when we arrived in Laken.

Based on the address in his memory, Roy easily found the country church. The church was not in the town, but on the side of a secondary road, about one kilometer away from the center of Laken town.

Roy's Harley motorcycle stopped in the woods about a hundred meters away. In the moonlight, he carefully observed the country church and its surroundings.

The whole structure of the village lecture hall is made of wood and has a classic design. Due to its age, its appearance is a bit old. According to Hector, the $100 million is hidden in the partition under the floor of the confessional.

According to the relevant information I have read before, Hector's father, Franz Marquez, has been living alone in this country church for many years.

Is this because they are afraid that the US dollar will be discovered?
But it doesn’t matter. As long as you live alone, it will be much more convenient.

Roy walked towards the church with an empty bag on his back.

When he arrived at the front door, he knocked on it.

dong dong dong-

No one responded.

This is normal, after all, it is already past three in the morning.

Tap again.

dong dong dong-

Still no one responded.

Roy pulled out the dagger from the scabbard tied to his calf, inserted it into the gap in the middle of the wooden front door, and slid it upwards gently.

When the dagger rose to the middle position, he felt resistance and it moved to the left little by little. After just a few strokes, the internal pin was pushed open.

Gently push open the wooden door, and a faint candlelight appears. In the worship hall of more than 200 square meters, only the two innermost candles are burning, and the hall is very dark.

The candlelight illuminated the angels on the mural. With the dim light, Roy saw the confessional located at the innermost side on the left.

The confessional is like two telephone booths placed side by side, with two small rooms on the left and right, each about one square meter in size, separated by wooden boards in the middle. There are usually small mesh or horizontal grille windows to facilitate communication between clergy and those who come to confess.

After entering the church, Roy did not slow down his steps, but walked to the end at a normal pace. The image of God was faintly visible under the faint candlelight on both sides.

at this time……

Roy heard a cough.

Judging from the voice, this person should be quite old.

If Roy guessed correctly, this man should be Hector's father, Franz Marquez, who raped the girl and made her pregnant. He used some unknown means to force the girl's family to agree to the marriage. When the girl was 22 years old, she committed suicide without any warning. In the end, he even became a clergyman in the town.

The three sons of this old guy are all villains and hooligans. They are cruel, bloodthirsty and violent, and do all kinds of evil. It can be seen that they must have inherited the "good" genes of this old man.

"who is it?"

The old man's voice reached Roy's ears.

At the same time, an elderly man wearing a loose robe and with a hunched back walked out of a room.

That’s right, this person is Franz Marquez.

Roy recognized him immediately.

Franz stopped and looked at Roy, who was wearing a motorcycle helmet. He looked him up and down in the candlelight and asked:
"who are you?"

Roy took off his helmet, revealing a young, handsome face with a hint of ferocity. He looked at Franz and said:

"Father, I have some problem and I want to confess to you."

[Lying: Lying ability +1]

"Oh? It's so late..."

"Thank you for your help. I would like to donate some money to you." Roy took out $500 from his wallet and placed it on the altar.

Franz came closer and looked back at Roy:

"Well, how can I help you?"

"I'm here to confess..." "Confession?"

Coming to confess in the middle of the night?

Franzi was thinking about it.

However, seeing the young man's clothes and the car keys in his hand, Franz lowered his guard a lot. He asked:
"Are you from the biker gang?"

Roy nodded. "Yes, something happened to me. My boss Hercule asked me to come here to hide for a while. He said someone would take care of me."

Hearing this, Franz frowned:

"Why didn't I get any information in advance?"

Roy explained:
"Our incident happened tonight. It's very urgent. It may not be possible to notify them in time. I think he will call us as soon as the sun rises..."

"Forget it, for the sake of the donation."

Franz walked past Roy, put the donation into his robe, came to the confessional, and said:

"Young man, come in."

After saying that, Franz was the first to enter the priest's side.

Arriving at the confessional, Roy opened the wooden door and looked inside the dim interior. With his sharp eyesight, he could quickly spot the details inside.

Not seeing anything wrong, Roy entered the other side of the confessional.

He leaned against the wooden board, facing the small window, and said:

"Father, I am guilty!"

"Child, everyone is born with sin, and the merciful Lord will forgive you."

“Will the Lord Really Forgive Me?”

"Child, don't be nervous, talk to me."

"I killed someone."

There was silence on the other side of the confessional…

"Father?"

"Oh, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you."

"Can you tell me why?"

"He was showing off to me and wanted to kill me."

"Kid, you should call the police, not kill anyone."

Roy slipped a $500 bill through the space provided below the window.

"In my opinion, it's understandable."

Roy thrust another $500 in his pocket.

"The merciful Lord will forgive you."

Roy continued:

"Father, I also killed that man's brother."

There was silence again in the confessional...

"Father? Are you still there?"

"Oh, I'm here, why is that?"

"His brother wants to avenge his brother."

The priest was silent again...

Roy stuffed another $500...

"In my opinion, this is understandable."

Another 500...

"The merciful Lord will forgive you."

Roy said again:

"I went to find their brother again and killed him."

"Child, what are you doing?"

"Because it was his brother who ordered it."

This time, Roy added 500, making it 1000.

"In my opinion, this is understandable."

Another $1000 was stuffed over.

"The merciful Lord will forgive you."

"Father, now, I also want to kill their father."

"Child, what are you doing?"

“Because their father is sitting on money.”

This time, Roy directly stuffed 2000 over.

"The merciful Lord will support you."

“Thank the Lord for me.”

Roy opened the door on the other side of the confessional, raised his leg and kicked Franz in the face...

Obviously, this old man is 80 years old and has Parkinson's disease. He didn't react to what Roy just said. He was just busy collecting money...

(End of this chapter)