You don't even want to call me godfather

"I repent," He Xi still closed his eyes, as if he didn't want anyone to disturb this rare quiet time, "Ah... I repent..."

"Heh, Father Haxi?"

"Come here," He Xi opened his eyes and looked at the man who came to confess. His eyes were calm, "Go to the confessional."

He walked into the confessional, closed the door with a sigh, and after the man walked into the confessional next door, he opened the small window next to his hand and said, "Please speak."

The man's emotions seemed intense, so intense that they wanted to rush into Hexi's mind, but he tried hard to empty his mind to resist the intrusion of other people's thoughts into his mind.

"Yes, it's like this..." But the man didn't seem to come to confess. He Xi looked through the small window and saw him take out a roll of banknotes from his pocket. "I... I spent a lot of money to find someone to find out about you. I heard that you would help those suffering people at all costs, so..."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

He Xi instantly understood the man's intention. In addition to his identity as a priest, he did have another identity.

But that identity is little known to many people, so it is hard to imagine how much money the man in front of him spent to find out about his existence.

"Father Hexi, you must help me!" After seeing Hexi's acquiescence, the man's emotions became more intense. He pleaded, "My child, my daughter, she originally wanted to become a nun, but she was seduced by a monastery clergyman during her studies... Now she locks herself up at home every day and never goes out. I am just a truck driver. With my ability, I can't defeat that clergyman at all... I beg you! Please make a decision for my daughter's innocence! I am willing to spend any amount of money for this!"

Hearing the man's plea, Hexi remained silent.

He had seen many similar cases over the years, but it was rare for the clergy of the Lateran to take advantage of a young girl's admiration for the monastery and extend their evil clutches.

Looking at the man's hand reaching out through the small window, trembling, holding a roll of banknotes, his brows were tightly furrowed as he sighed.

He took the banknotes, but only pulled out one of them and a piece of paper with an address and a name on it, and stuffed the rest back into the man's hand.

"That kind of person is not worth so much money."

He said.

"You..." The man paused. He knew that Hexi had accepted his request, and thanked him hurriedly, "Thank you! Thank you very much! If you can help me..."

"You should leave first. I need to get ready."

But He Xi didn't want to hear the man's thanks, he just said coldly.

The man was also very tactful. He held the money, walked out of the confessional, and then left the church.

Hexi sighed, casually placed the banknote by the small window, and stood up.

He took off the cross necklace from his neck, took off his priest's attire, knocked open a secret compartment under his feet, put on a fur coat he took out, put on gloves and a hat, and covered his face with a strip of cloth.

He walked out of the confessional, locked the church door, then walked to the back of the confessional and knocked on the wall.

After a while, the wall caved in and a secret door appeared. The person inside opened the secret door.

"Explosives, one box."

Hexi said briefly.

"Are you going to do something again?" The person inside was Bo Ye. As if she had known what He Xi would do, she was holding a suitcase in her hand and handed it to He Xi. "Be careful, the amount in this suitcase is enough to blow up a monastery."

"It is the monastery that I want to blow up."

Hexi took the suitcase with ease, then ignoring Boye's somewhat surprised expression, pushed open the small door at the back of the church and walked out.

Walking on the road, Hexi held the suitcase tightly in his hand.

He was enduring, enduring the thoughts in the minds of passers-by who walked past him.

Countless other people's thoughts kept pouring into his mind, whether it was the beauty of life or the unseen ugliness.

All those good and evil thoughts that were infinitely magnified, rolled and raged uncontrollably in his brain, trying to influence his mind.

Hexi suddenly stopped, leaning against the street lamp, a few drops of sweat sliding down his forehead.

He looked up and saw the people on the street. Their good and evil became materialized entities in his eyes, pulling and competing with each other.

After a long while, before passers-by could notice his abnormality, he quickly changed his state and continued walking towards the address on the note as if nothing had happened.

If one person confesses his sins in a low voice and another confesses his faults in a loud voice, the latter's sins will often be far greater than the former's.

The existence of the Pope is a combination of contradictions. The purpose is eternal happiness, and the means is sacrifice. Infallibility is not reliable, the Bible may also be wrong, a code of law cannot cover everything, society is not perfect, power may be unstable, and unchanging laws may crack. The Pope is also a human being.

Lateran is a prison. The latter has a deadline for release or the option of escaping, but the former only has a distant glimmer of light, leading people to death endlessly.

Not making mistakes is the dream of angels, making fewer mistakes is the norm for humans. Mistakes are like gravity, no one can escape them, but Hexi can hardly tolerate these mistakes, they are like a thick rope made up of tiny parts.

An evil person who does good deeds may be much nobler than a hypocritical clergyman. Those emperors and nobles unscrupulously spread their malice to this land. Ordinary people stay away, but those with strong wills move forward.

It is power without followers and honor without servants.

He Xi thinks so.

Chapter 39: All People Are Sinners

"Dong dong dong."

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Koshek's action.

"Dong dong dong."

The knocking on the door continued, but the person outside did not speak. Koshe and Iris both smelled something unusual, but neither of them acted rashly to open the door.

Koshe walked out of the bathroom and looked at Iris who was standing beside the bed. Iris understood and pulled out a dagger and hid it behind her back.

Koshe was also cautious. He inserted his pistol into his lower back and pulled out a short knife, hiding it in his sleeve.

He walked to the door, grasped the door handle with a little trepidation, pushed it down, and opened the door.

"Kosh-e!"

Unexpectedly, the moment he opened the door, the person outside suddenly pounced on him and closed the door with his foot as if he was familiar with the situation.

For a moment, Koshei almost attacked, but he suppressed his impulse and stretched out his other hand to stop Iris who was about to take a step towards them with a dagger in hand.

On the one hand, killing or injuring a Sakota in Lateran, a strange country where they had just arrived, would undoubtedly be particularly disadvantageous to them.

On the other hand, Koshe did not sense any malice from this person. On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her.

"Koshei, Koshei."

The man hugged Koshei tightly, seemed to be very close to him, and kept murmuring his name.

Koshe turned around and looked at Iris's strange look behind him, and he shook his head in confusion.

After a while, the woman in his arms finally let go of his hand and raised her head. Only then could Koshei see her face clearly.

It was undoubtedly a face I had never seen before, but it was just like the familiar feeling I had when I first saw Azazel.

"What are you doing? You look so confused."

The woman smiled, and even reached out to touch Koshe's face in his horrified eyes. Then, she withdrew her hand, walked past him, and placed the suitcase on the table in the room.

She seemed to be familiar with the layout of the place. She opened the drawer under the TV cabinet, took out a pen, and then unlocked the suitcase.

Compared to Koshe's confusion, Iris was more suspicious of this uninvited guest.

Looking at the defenseless woman with her back to them, she glanced at Koshei, who responded with an expression that said, "I know nothing."

"We failed again last time, so I replanned the route." The woman did not notice the silence of the two. She took out a map from her suitcase, spread it on the table, and began to circle it with a pen. "After the International Conference ends tomorrow, the Pope will send people here to set up an ambush in advance. At that time, we need to pretend to be unaware and enter the hotel room, and then leave through the window before they break the door. I will continue to try to negotiate with Bo Ye and the others to see if I can persuade them to help us. If the conditions are met, the next step is-"

"Um..." Seeing that the woman seemed to be immersed in her own world and said a series of incomprehensible words, Koshei finally couldn't help interrupting her, "Excuse me, have we met before?"

"……Eh?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected this situation at all.

"From the moment you entered the room, you acted like you knew me very well, and even knew my name, and you turned a blind eye to the existence of the iris." Seeing the woman's reaction, Koshei's doubts grew stronger. His hand was on his lower back, holding his gun. "I have never met you, and I don't have such a good relationship with Sakota. I don't think my name is so famous that even the people of Lateran know it. Who are you?"

"I...I..." The woman's expression changed from confusion, shock, to panic. Even her hand holding the pen was shaking slightly, as if Koshe's words were a bolt from the blue. She said in a trembling voice, "I am...Kule, Koshe, don't you...recognize me?"

The aggressive Kule in front of Bo Yi and Abrhan before, now the strong image is gone forever. She couldn't understand why Koshe, who had experienced so much with her before, was now...

"She is suspicious, Koshe," Iris clenched her dagger. If Koshe hadn't stopped her, her attack would have landed on Kule. Now that Koshe's attitude was clear, she no longer needed to hold back. "If necessary, I can make her disappear immediately."

"No, the risk is too great and it's not good for us." Seeing that Kule was panicked but showed no intention of resisting, Koshe immediately drew out his pistol and pointed it at her. He said to Iris, "Left the Lateran people to the Lateran executor. Go to the front desk and ask the location of the notary office. Go and ask Ou Ya and the others to deal with this person."

"No! I can't go find—"

"Quiet."

Just as Kule was about to stop her, Iris appeared beside her in an instant, with the dagger in his hand against her neck.

"Go find Ou Ya. They should know how to deal with Sakota." Koshe loaded the bullet to prevent Kule from attacking suddenly, and said to Iris, "Move quickly. I'll be responsible for watching her."

Iris understood, and her dagger slowly left Kule's neck. She held the knife towards her and walked backwards in a zigzag pattern to the door, then opened the door and walked out of the room.

After Iris left, Koshe and Kuler looked at each other for a moment, then put the safety on their guns and raised their muzzles.

"I'll give you time to explain before Iris returns with her men," Koshei walked to the window, looked out, and closed the curtains. He leaned against the window and said to Kuler, "If your next explanation can convince me, perhaps I will let you go."

……

"what--!!"

In a monastery in the Lateran, a nun screamed.

"boom!"

"shut up!"

Hexi fired a shot into the air to stop the nun's voice. The ceiling was pierced by the bullet, and some dust fell and filled the air around him.

"Boom! Boom!"

He Xi was holding a monk in his hand, and with his other hand he clenched into a fist, repeatedly hitting his bloody face.

"Tell me who he is."

He beat and questioned the monk until he no longer had the strength to scream. Only then did he stop and throw him down.

Blood dripped onto the ground along his gloves. On his face covered with cloth, his fierce eyes swept over everyone, trying to see what was in their hearts.

This was the 13th person he had tortured since breaking into the monastery. He could see that everyone here knew the purpose of his visit, but this made him even angrier.

Everyone knew about the incident, but no one helped the girl. As bystanders and those who knew about the incident but did not report it, they are all guilty, just like the clergyman.

He Xi turned his gaze to the nun who had just screamed. He seemed to have seen something. He walked up quickly and grabbed her collar in her frightened eyes.

"Father! It's the priest!" Before He Xi could use the death penalty, the nun had already confessed. She cried and begged for mercy, "Please! Don't hurt me!"

He Xi ignored her. He had already found out the priest's location from her mind. He threw the nun aside and walked towards a locked door.

"boom!"

At the door, he seemed to have discovered something, turned around and fired a shot.

The bullet hit the calf of a man who was trying to escape and seek help. The man fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

But no one dared to help him. The gate of the monastery had been locked. Hexi kicked open the small door in front of him and walked in with a gun in hand.

After several gunshots and screams, he dragged a man dressed as a priest out of the small door.

This man was shot in all four limbs by Hexi while he was sleeping, and was beaten again and again until he lost consciousness and his flesh was covered in blood. Finally, he was thrown in front of everyone like a pile of rotten meat.

He Xi glanced at the people in front of him again, and his cold eyes made everyone feel a chill on their backs.

The physical punishment did not make Hexi feel comfortable, but instead more anger rose in his heart.

Dozens of people watched a child being raped, but they did nothing but watch.

Aren’t these shocking atrocities eye-catching?

Aren’t those heart-wrenching screams really that heartbreaking?

Where is your conscience? Where is your blood?

Where are the promised benevolence, righteousness, and morality?

When witnessing a crime, most people remain silent. The weak are in a vulnerable position in such a situation. They know about it, but not even one person is willing to stand up and say no.

They could clearly save a life spiritually, but they didn't do it.

Therefore, they are guilty of the same crime as the perpetrators and are all sinners who must be punished.

Hexi placed the briefcase full of explosives on the ground and kicked it into the crowd.