Chapter 110 A wave of fatness!

Catholicism is the largest religion in Los Angeles.

It has great influence in the surrounding area.

The more Hanhan followers there are, the more influence and money they will have.

Therefore, most Catholic priests are very wealthy. Although there are also ascetics, Bronhagen, who is the archbishop, is not included.

Except for some major ceremonies and participating in the baptism of children from wealthy families.

Most of the time.

Braunhagen lives in a small estate outside his city.

This is actually a strange scene that has happened in many big cities in the United States in recent years.

Those who have money go out, and those who have no money gather in the city center.

Apartments became residences for the poor.

Bieye Manor is the favorite of the rich.

Powerful people use these rigid conditions to divide people into three, six or nine different levels.

But this just made it easier for Dean to move.

As the Catholic archbishop of Los Angeles, a lot of information about Bronhagen has been revealed on the Internet. There are even fanatical believers who update his schedule every day, just like chasing stars.

If this unlucky guy doesn't die, who will?

In fact, if it weren't for Dean wanting to keep a low profile.

It is not difficult to kill such a public figure with such a reputation.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Everything is silent.

Dean's pickup truck also arrived near the town where Bronhagen's estate was located.

He put on a mask early, with two Glock 19s on his waist, a CZ-805 on his back, and various magazines hanging on his legs, walking through the woods and heading towards the largest manor outside the town.

According to online information.

Archbishop Bronhagen lives in poverty, living in a manor built with the help of "believers", growing his own vegetables, and only has two old men who have been with him for many years.

But Dean knew it was all bullshit.

Bronhagen, however, can squeeze at least more than 20 million US dollars out of the marrow of those lonely old people every year.

This kind of person does not enjoy enjoyment and cannot control his animal heart.

I walked in the dark for about ten minutes.

The outline of a manor shrouded in the night appeared in front of Dean.

Actually, the manor mentioned here is more like a small farm.

The perimeter is blocked by a fence.

Fruits and vegetables are planted inside.

But not many people know what’s going on inside.

By moonlight.

Dean noticed that red and green lights flashed from time to time in the fenced plants outside the manor.

This is a laser sensor light, not a very clever thing.

It can only serve as an early warning.

But this also shows that the manor is not as simple as it is said on the Internet.

Dean first sprinkled some irritating powder on his body, avoided the laser sensor lights, climbed over into the farm, and followed the paths on both sides of the world to feel inside.

There was a faint snoring sound coming from the dark fields.

These should be some sleeping dogs.

Pass through the second line of defense.

Dean walked cautiously for about five hundred meters, and finally saw the real manor ahead.

It was a two-story loft covering a large area.

It looks a little older.

Under the moonlight, the attic looked slightly lonely and empty, much like a classic haunted house in the wilderness in horror movies.

Dean first walked around the attic, and finally located Bronhagen's room through the opening and closing of the doors and windows. He grabbed the bulge outside the attic with his bare hands and lifted himself up.

Come to the window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Through the window, Dean could only clearly see a person lying inside, but he could not tell whether the person was Brown Hagen himself.

But this is harmless.

If you kill him, you will know whether the opponent is Bronhagen or not if you give him experience points.

Dean reached into his pocket, took out a thin piece of wire, inserted it along the gap in the window, and with a few flicks, opened a small gap in the locked window.

Then he took out a thin tube about half a meter long from his back, dipped some metal powder in a plastic box, pointed it at the figure on the bed, and pulled the switch.

There was a flash of cold light.

The person on the bed felt as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. He subconsciously touched the area where the needle had been injected and continued to sleep soundly.

Make sure the opponent is hit by the needle.

Dean waited patiently.

This is actually a needle blow.

In the past, most people used their mouths to blow into a thin tube.

But when the DNA was detected, the original mouth blowing method was retired on the spot.

The blowing needle has also changed with the times, and has been replaced with a simple mechanism, which can produce a good penetration effect within a distance of ten meters.

The contaminated powder is mineral toxins.

Mineral toxins have the advantages of simple storage, quick effects, easy extraction, stable properties, and high cost performance, making them the first choice for assassinations.

Waited for about a minute.

The person who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly struggled, as if his whole body was cramping or having an epileptic seizure. He twitched a few times and then fell heavily on the bed.

Dead!

Dean's face darkened under his mask.

There is no prompt on the panel!

This is not Braunhagen.

Just when he was about to enter the house to search and clear out the place.

The person on the bed suffered cardiac arrest.

Woohoo~

Sharp sirens sounded from all over the manor.

"grass!"

"This man is also part of the manor's security!"

Dean listened to the piercing alarm and the silent manor. With a sharp flash in his eyes, he kicked open the window from the other side, took off the CZ-805 with a hundred rounds of ammunition on its back, and began to search for Bronhagen.

Location.

The thief never escapes!

Killing all the beasts here is also the perfect way to infiltrate!

Anyway, in Dean's eyes.

Bronhagen and the bastard next to him are not human beings.

Of course, once it exceeds twenty minutes, there is still no gain.

Dean would leave without hesitation.

This place is located in a remote place. Except for a few small characters in the town not far away, the nearest police station is half an hour's drive away.

Twenty minutes is the warning line in Dean's mind.

In the attic, the alarm blared.

Although the possibility of it reaching the town was very low, Dean became so angry that he blew up the alarm devices one by one.

As a bad killer.
To be continued...