hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 512 The Struggle of Life and Death (22)

　
　This group of people obviously came in a hurry and did not prepare their vehicles.

　Therefore, they could only look at Tang Yumo's billowing smoke and handsome back as he galloped away, and sighed.

　As for Xiaotao, she couldn't even pinch her wrist, because her wrist was bleeding and couldn't stop it.

　Xiaoju knelt beside her, crying and persuading her: "Sister, stop chasing, go to the hospital, go to the hospital, your hand, your hand."

　Xiaotao stared at her indifferently: "Don't call me sister from now on, idiot!!!"

　Tang Yumo didn't know the way, so Charles showed her the way from the co-pilot's seat, and she got out of the city smoothly.

　If those people wanted to keep up, they had to smash their cars temporarily, and almost all the remaining cars parked on that road had their tires punctured by their previous random shooting. Even if they smashed the windows, they would be useless.

　Unless they go to shunt the car temporarily, or run out of the ancient city to find a car.

　Such a delay would make it difficult to catch up with her and Charles.

　But Tang Yumo didn't dare to relax. Before walking out of the secret door on the lawn, he was attacked because he was relaxed for a while, otherwise Charles would not have been injured.

　Therefore, along the way, Tang Yumo was still tense, even though no one was chasing her, she tried her best to drive forward as fast as she could.

　After driving more than ten kilometers in the suburbs, Charles asked her to park the car behind an inconspicuous house, and took out a pair of sunshade cloth from the car, and asked Tang Yumo to spread it on the car.

　After doing this carefully, he said: "There are surveillance on the road, and you can't stay here for long. I have to send you out of Florence tonight."

　Tang Yumo also knew that Florence could not stay any longer.

　In today's fierce gun|battle, even Charles was exposed.

　If you want to lurk in an art gallery, you don't even have to think about it.

　She now hated herself for not being composed enough.

　It's only been half a year, and I can't hold my breath anymore.

　If he hadn't always wanted to come out to breathe, Charles wouldn't have been hurt.

　She frowned and reached out to see the injury on Charles' arm, trying to persuade him to deal with the wound first.

　Charles avoided it for a while, and just said, "It's okay, it's okay. Let's hide in the room first."

　Tang Yumo followed him and walked a few hundred meters, and a pocket church hidden in the middle of the village suddenly appeared in front of him.

　Charles looked at the small flag on the church window and smiled: "Great, he hasn't left yet."

　Tang Yumo looked puzzled at this small church, which was really "very rural" in shape and scale, and couldn't figure out what important person in it would make Charles so relieved.

　Charles did not enter through the main entrance, but through a side entrance.

　The side door is connected to the kitchen of the church, and is usually used by those responsible for purchasing.

　But Charles only knocked lightly on the door, and immediately someone came out to open the door for him, and said very enthusiastically: "Hey, old Charles, if you don't come, the bishop is leaving! I don't know what you've been up to lately, and I can't see you." To you! Ah—"

　Halfway through the man's speech, he suddenly noticed the blood on Charles' arm, and he was about to drag him to the infirmary with a cry of surprise.

　Charles repeatedly declined, insisting to see the bishop first.

　The man had no choice but to report in a hurry.

　Charles kept his arm in front of his chest, and his actions looked heroic, and his words were also heroic: "Xiao Tiantian, as long as the bishop nods, nothing will be a problem!"

(End of this chapter)