He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 270 The Pope Forced to Wear Women's Clothing

Chapter 270 The Pope Forced to Wear Women's Clothing
A black sedan from the Pope's motorcade was driving on a secluded road.

They were left far behind by the police cars and were now in a pointless chase.

"Who exactly is that little boy?"

"Who knows? They're so agile; they're clearly well-trained. They might be child soldiers raised by extremist religious groups."

"Those guys are inhuman. May the Lord protect the Pope."

An elderly man with unsteady steps was crossing the road, and cars had to stop to let him pass.

The old man nodded and smiled at the car.

Suddenly, the car door opened.

Two women rushed in, each holding a gun.

The next second, all four people in the car lost consciousness.

The old man in front of the car straightened up, strode open the driver's side door, and threw the driver into the passenger seat.

They threw the four burly men into a small alley and then drove off.

The three of them changed their appearances, transforming into the same people they had just seen.

Li Ji gripped the steering wheel: "What we need to do now is enter the Vatican and then contact Shark to release the Pope."

Dailulu used her communicator to call Sharkbao.

"Hey, Shark Baby, where are you meowing?"

Shark looked around: "I'm in bed."

"That Pope, meow?"

He's on the ground.

"What's wrong with you right now, meow?"

Shark glanced at the Pope's damp robe: "We're hiding in a small house. The Pope seems to have peed, but everything else is fine."

"We'll infiltrate the Vatican soon, meow. We'll text you then, and you can release the Pope, meow. Then I'll send you a photo, and you can pretend to be that person and enter the Papal Palace, meow."

"Okay, I know."

The Pope lay on the ground, trembling.

He couldn't understand a single word the other person was saying.

I have some knowledge of multiple languages, and as long as it is a mainstream language, even if I don't understand it, I can roughly guess which language it is.

But he couldn't understand a single word the little black boy was saying.

Could it be the words of some tribe in Africa?

What were African tribes doing when they assassinated the pope?
I am the Pope who fights against discrimination!
I have the utmost respect for believers around the world.

Could they be African religious hate groups?

In recent years, some people have indeed been promoting anti-Catholic theories in developing countries, linking imperialism and religion from previous centuries together.

The Pope's mind was in a state of confusion.

Since I'm about to meet God, what's the point of thinking about the mastermind behind it all?

I never imagined that my tenure would end in this way after only a few months in office.

When he felt the warm, damp sensation between his legs, he was overcome with sorrow.

I am the Pope of Rome, and the people outside are my devoted followers. I cannot let them see me in this disheveled state; I should leave with dignity.

Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to God and Christ.

"Uuuuuu——"

The Pope stammered, bracing his feet against the wall, trying to get Shark's attention.

Shark Baby leaned closer: "What exactly do you want to do?"

The Pope gestured with his chin towards his lower body.

Shark Baby understood immediately when it saw the dampness.

"It's too damp and uncomfortable. We Earthlings are such a hassle. Let me see if there's anything you can change it up with."

Sha Bao opened the wardrobe, which was full of women's clothes, but he didn't understand them.

In his view, they were all the same.

He glanced back at the Pope to confirm the man's attire.

He wore a long white robe on top and trousers underneath.

Shark took out a bodycon halter dress from the closet.

He nodded in satisfaction: "This one is also from top to bottom, and it doesn't have trouser legs."

Then they pulled out a pair of pantyhose from inside.

"These pants are really special. The material is nice and very breathable. The Pope would probably like them."

The Pope watched in horror as the little black boy approached him with two pieces of women's clothing.

He shook his head violently, his terrified pupils almost popping out.

Bound hand and foot, his body writhed like a worm toward the corner until he had nowhere left to retreat.

He made painful sounds. "Waaah!"

Shark Baby chuckled: "You look really happy. Hehe."

Li Ji drove a black sedan across the Italian border.

They arrived at the archway beneath the city wall.

Two Swiss guards dressed like the Jacks of a deck of cards stood in front of the archway.

"It seems the Vatican's army has all gone out to find the Pope, which is why the city's defenses are so weak, meow."

Lee paused for a moment: "Emmm, actually this is the entire army of the Vatican."

"What meow?"

"A country as small as Vatican City, with the Pope at the heart of Catholicism worldwide, doesn't really need an army. These two are just for show."

Upon seeing the familiar license plate, the guards immediately stepped aside and let them pass without even asking any questions.

As the car passed through the archway, a lush green back garden came into view.

There wasn't a single person in the entire garden.

Even Lee Ki himself found it hard to believe.

"We just walked in like this, all fresh and clean? Will we be able to get in without mimicking?"

"That's possible, meow."

"Call Sha Bao and tell him to release the person."

FBI Director Cash sat in front of his office, with the two photos that kept him up at night hanging on the whiteboard.

Vampire Boy and Asian Cellphone Man.

For three whole months, there was not a single word from them.

Although the FBI has publicly claimed that he is a North Korean agent, he knows the truth himself.

The target this time is very likely the cult organization from back then—the Red Dwarf Saints.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

An agent walked in.

"Reporting to the director, something has happened. The Pope has just been kidnapped."

"what?"

Cash raised his head, his brow furrowed slightly for a moment before relaxing, and then he lowered his head again to write at his desk.

"What does the Pope have to do with America? We're not the world's policeman. He's had a lot of objections to our policies before, so it's better to change him. Besides, I'm a Hindu, and I'm not interested in Catholic matters. If there's nothing else, you can leave now."

"But the people who kidnapped him are very strange."

Cash chuckled. "How strange could it be? Could it be an alien?"

"You'd better take a look; it's a little Black boy."

Cash jumped up from his seat and grabbed the tablet.

The video of the incident is playing inside.

The video clearly shows a young Black boy skillfully maneuvering past four bodyguards before driving away in the Pope's vehicle.

His driving skills were so proficient they rivaled those of a special agent.

Cash's pupils dilated with excitement as he shook the tablet in his hand.

"It's them, it must be them! Get our colleagues in Italy moving out immediately, we must catch this guy."

"Yes!"

The agent pushed open the door and stepped out.

Cash plopped down in his office chair and excitedly spun around.