Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 87 Maxwell, your strength is not inferior to the Pope
Matthew stood up and took out a few gold bars from the safe as travel expenses.

He staggered out.

Just as he was about to go out, Maxwell suddenly called him from behind.

"Matthew, what do you think of Yumiko?"

"What are you talking about? When it comes to fighting, she is indeed a good warrior."

"No, I'm talking about looks, figure, and temperament."

The flames of gossip suddenly flashed in Matthew's eyes.

"You have a crush on her?"

"No, I have dedicated everything to the Lord. I just want to ask, are you interested in her?
Yumiko is pretty, has a great figure, and her personality can be switched back and forth. How great is that? I can help you two get together.

For example, if we take on a few more tasks together, we can always develop feelings between the living and the dead.

Besides, I think she seems to like you very much."

"No, Yumiko just likes my skull."

Matthew said expressionlessly.

"Also, Catholic priests are not allowed to get married. Have you forgotten that, you idiot?"

"Wouldn't it be better not to get married?"

Matthew:? ? ?
Shouldn't this be his line?
Just listen to Maxwell strike while the iron is hot.

"Don't worry, I can handle it.

Not only her, I have used the money you gave me recently to move around in the upper class, and the effect is very ideal.

I believe he will be promoted to bishop soon, and if the opportunity is right, he can even be promoted directly to archbishop.

By then, there will be many pious and gentle nuns in the parish, and there will be many big waves.

I think they would love to serve a great warrior like you who represents the Lord.

At least it's better than serving those fat, old bishops who smell of decay.

With your physical strength, ten in one night shouldn't be a problem."

"No, wait a minute."

Matthew said in disbelief.

"Maxwell, are you serious?"

Maxwell's expression turned serious.

"Of course, you are my only friend. I told you I will protect you."

Bishop, Archbishop, Matthew probably guessed what he wanted to do.

Was a Ninth Crusade against English Protestants already being planned?

Matthew sighed softly.

"Maxwell, what are you going to do after you become a bishop or archbishop?"

"It's confidential for now."

Maxwell laughed mysteriously.

"This secret will be a surprise, and I'm sure you'll like it too."

I don't want to like it.

Matthew complained in his heart.

"Only friend" and the like are simply too dangerous.

And what about launching a crusade against Britain? They have nuclear bombs!
If nuclear bombs were really used, who would be left except Akado who had three million lives?
After thinking silently for a while with his head down, Matthew suddenly said.

"Maxwell, your strength is not inferior to that of the Pope, but your reputation is not well known. Don't you feel resentful?

Nobility is not born, so if he can sit on the throne of the Pope, why can't you sit on it?"

The office suddenly became quiet.

After a while.

Maxwell slowly stood up, his eyes full of sharp light.

"Matthew, do you know what you are saying? How dare you disrespect the Pope?"

"so what?"

"So what if my office is bugged? Mr. Anderson will kill us!"

Maxwell held his head in his hands and spoke frantically.

"How could you say such dangerous words without thinking?

Besides, I am just a small section chief, which is too far from the Pope."

"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke. I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything."

Matthew suddenly laughed.

Turn around and go out.

In the office, Maxwell stood in the shadows, the light from the TV flickering on his face.

"The Pope? Who wouldn't want to? Matthew, do you really have a solution?"

Outside the presidential residence of a small African country.

The shells streaked across the sky with a sharp scream, causing violent explosions on the battlefield.

Several men dressed as mercenaries crossed the ground destroyed by artillery shells and hid behind the broken walls, bullets whizzing past their ears.

"Bastards, weren't they afraid of their own people being bombarded?" A mercenary hid behind the wall, holding his hat.

"It must be the work of those direct superiors!"

"I guess he has twelve sisters, and he's set up a schedule where two of them take turns coming every day."

"Okay, stop arguing!"

A handsome red-haired man with braids poked his head out from behind the cover and accurately killed several soldiers who had just given up their faith and were shooting at him from a distance.

The tone was full of sarcasm.

“We were the Last Number and we didn’t take them seriously from the beginning.

Throw them away after use, and if they die, just hire a few more. There are people all over the world who will kill people for money."

The man nimbly dodged the bullet aimed at his head and hid back in cover.

He leisurely lit a cigarette for himself.

"Hiss, huh, damn it."

A yellow flare shot into the sky.

"Captain Bernadotte, it seems our employer has surrendered." A mercenary reminded.

"asshole!"

The man named Bernadotte suddenly lost the mood to smoke.

He threw the low-quality cigarette to the ground.

A burst of gunfire killed several black soldiers on the opposite side who poked their heads out of the bunker.

"At least hold on a little longer! If we surrender so early, our mercenary team will be out of work again!"

Bang!
A figure suddenly flew out from the presidential residence behind him.

He fell hard to the ground.

Everyone was attracted by the sound.

Turning around, I found that it was my employer's bodyguard.

"Hey, has the old nest been destroyed?"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, mercenary captain Bernadotte felt like a deflated ball.

Pick up a low-quality cigarette and put it back in your mouth.

"Forget it, let's pack up."

However, the next moment, the bodyguard who should have been dead suddenly twitched violently.

The face was distorted, and sharp fangs gradually protruded from the lips, as if some strange changes were taking place.

Just when the change is about to be completed.

A gun sword fell from the sky, pierced the bodyguard's head and nailed him to the ground.

Behind the gun sword, Matthew jumped from the third floor carrying the interim president of this country.

Landed steadily in front of the mercenaries.

"Fuck, what is this?"

The mercenaries were immediately startled by this sudden change.

They all pointed their guns at Matthew.

Bernadotte blinked hard.

It seemed as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

As a martial arts expert, he knew clearly how much pressure jumping from the third floor would put on the human body.

He would dare to do so if there was an emergency.

But he was able to land safely after jumping from the third floor with someone in his arms.

Are you filming a movie?

But when he saw the superhero-like priest looking at him.

Bernadotte naturally cannot show weakness.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked with his head held high.

"Father, what you are holding seems to be our client."

At this time, Matthew was also looking at the group of people opposite.

A mercenary with red hair, and looks very similar to the anime.

This should be the target he is looking for.

"No, your employer has surrendered and you are out of work."

Matthew threw the black president to the ground.

He casually stepped on one of his legs and broke it.

He continued as the president wailed.

"Are you interested in taking on a new job?"

　The third update is here, good night everyone

　　
　
(End of this chapter)