According to Weiss, living in the bell tower is to "listen to God's bells to atone for sins" every day. However, when Father Jinlige came to visit his attendants with admiration, he found that the situation of this half-monk ascetic monk was not good.
So wonderful.
"My child!" Father Trigg grabbed Weiss Lando's trembling hand in panic. The hand that used to be like an iron vise now seemed so weak and cold, soaked in sweat. "What are you doing?"
La, are you sick?"
Weiss shook his head, beads of sweat dripping down his gray face: "It's just an old illness. Some old wounds hurt badly. Father, you know that I have fought against infidels and been injured."
He sat on a straw mat in the bell tower, with his back leaning against a pile of debris. His voice was low and urgent, and the pronunciation of a few words was slurred. He was obviously enduring great pain: "All of this is...
It’s God’s will.”
Weiss closed her eyes, kissed the cross handed over by the priest, and leaned back on the straw mat, breathing rapidly. Jin Lige felt very embarrassed. Father Lu Ruohua was well-known in Macau for his proficient medical skills, but he had already gone to the countryside.
He went to spread the gospel. He decided to go to the monastery and ask the two Australian priests to help.
What Father Jin Lige didn't know was that as soon as his footsteps disappeared from the stairs, all of Weiss's symptoms disappeared. He quickly jumped up from the straw mat and leaned against the shutters of the bell tower.
The stalker did not leave with Jinli Pavilion. It was time to leave this clock tower. Weiss felt that he had seen enough what he wanted to see at the highest place in Dongmen City. He even saw the Navy's training once.
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The next day, Father Jinlige learned from Dean Wu of Lingao Seminary that his entourage had been properly arranged and sent to Bairencheng General Hospital. When the priest went to visit the hospital, Weiss was living alone in a hospital.
In a ward, although he looked very weak, his spirit had improved a lot. Father Trigg felt uncomfortable after staying in the ward for a while. Although the walls of the ward were white, clean and bright, there was an unpleasant smell.
The strange smell of the potion and the iron bars on the windowsill reminded the priest of his unpleasant memories of the quarantine camp.
Dean Wu, who accompanied him, relayed the Australian doctor's diagnosis: Mr. Weiss Lando's condition is very serious, and the root cause of the disease is accumulated over many years. If he wants to be completely cured, he will need to rest for half a year or even longer.
Lando himself is not a clergyman, and when the president appointed him as an attaché, he did not explain the purpose of sending this ruffian. From this point of view, how long Lando is willing to stay in Lingao's hospital has no bearing on Jinlige.
It didn't matter to the priest's missionary career. The priest suddenly had a feeling: the reason why Lando suddenly changed into a different person was that he was about to be called by God.
"My child, are you sure you don't need to do the chrism for you?" He asked Lando who was lying on the hospital bed with concern.
Lando gasped and said: "No, thank you, Father. I think I still have a chance to serve God..."
He lay on the bed silently. This ward was very quiet. Lando didn't think about anything - he had already shown his cards and it was up to him to see how the Chinese would deal with it.
He still has the last trump card, but it depends on whether the Chinese are rare for this trump card. After all, they have a lot of good cards.
There is still demand for my goods, he thought. He noticed that most of the indigenous personnel used muzzle-loading rifles with flash caps, and the pistols used by the security guards also revealed a taste of indigenous methods of mounting horses. More
Needless to say, the soldiers Lando saw were practicing muzzle-loading cannons.
The Chinese in Lingao lack modern weapons. Just like they only have one cargo ship in the port and the others are sailing ships. It can be seen that they cannot continuously obtain reinforcements from another time and space and can only rely entirely on themselves.
Make everything.
No matter what they can produce, the industrial level of the Lingao Chinese does not seem to surpass that of the 20th century. Although Lando knows nothing about science and technology, he at least knows that breech-loading guns and metal fixed-loading ammunition can be manufactured in the 20th century.
In this case, his automatic rifles and machine guns will be extremely tempting to them.
When Weiss Lando secretly left the ward under the protection of four armed men, he knew that the most critical moment had arrived. The people he was about to see would become the masters of their own destiny. He didn't care about this, fate
It has created too many surprises for him. The worst outcome is to get a 9mm warhead on his forehead tonight, which is much better than being nailed to a cross and roasted by fanatic believers.
There were obvious differences between the armed agents who escorted him and the security personnel who "escorted" the bishop and his party from the quarantine camp. Although the leader had an oriental face, he was about the same height as Weiss. The rest also looked taller.
They are strong and burly, and they are obviously elite soldiers at a glance. Probably because they are not performing surveillance missions, their holsters are hung directly on their belts, revealing their square-headed Glock pistols - this is definitely not what is found in workshops in Pakistan or elsewhere.
product. Lando suddenly realized that his level had been greatly improved.
We walked along a hidden corridor to the back door of the hospital. It was already late at night. Although the street lights were bright, there was not a single person in sight. Only two jeeps were parked there quietly. Weiss was held hostage by the agents and walked up to the hospital.
A car. From the corner of his eye, he saw four soldiers wearing helmets and holding automatic weapons sitting in the second car. There was a light machine gun on the roof of the car. Although it was just a glance, Weiss still recognized it.
It was a modified Serbian m77b1 automatic rifle.
Weiss was sitting in the back seat, sandwiched between two armed agents. Along the way, he resisted turning his head and looking back. This was the first time he had enjoyed a car ride in three years.
If it doesn't go well, it might be the last time.
Weiss knew that the strategy of proactively showing favor to the Chinese in Lingao was risky, and what he just discovered was like detonating a bomb in his heart. Neither the Chinese nor the French government would be able to equip their armies with such equipment.
A rare rifle. If the Chinese find that ship, once they feel that it is of no use value but is dangerous, they may use the simplest way to send themselves to see God. But he has no other way to go.
Well, before the king fell, he had not completely lost the game.
The jeep came to a screeching halt, which surprised Weiss, who was immersed in thought. The car had already driven out of the prosperous urban area near the brightly lit Dongmen City, and turned to a small road beside the highway. There was a crosswalk erected at the intersection of the small road.
Poles, watchtowers, barbed wire fences, and sentries were all available. When the jeep passed by, no ID was checked until they came to a row of dark courtyards. The driver* rolled down the window and said a few words to the sentry. After checking the ID
Finally, the jeep drove through the gate and stopped in front of a row of houses. As soon as Weiss stepped out of the car door, a bright light pierced his eyes, making him almost unable to open his eyes. The second jeep followed closely behind, and now turned on its headlights.
, facing them directly. There is no doubt that it is not only the two car lights aimed at him, but also the light machine gun mounted on the roof of the car.
Weiss didn't see anything clearly. Several hands pushed him into a house. He stumbled through a corridor and was locked in a room at the end of the corridor. Several arms pushed him into the room.
In a chair. The door slammed shut behind him.
It took a while for his eyes to adapt to the change in light. He gradually saw clearly that it was a bare room painted with whitewash. Except for the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, there was no electrical equipment. The high windows were welded with iron bars.
.The large cast iron chair he was sitting on was fixed directly on the cement floor. It was a chair specially used for interrogation. The armrests and legs had special links to fasten the chains. A rectangular table was placed on it.
Nearly two meters away in front of you are two closed doors behind.
Just as he was carefully looking at the meager furnishings in the interrogation room, trying to find some valuable information, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and several people filed in. They were not wearing uniforms, but were wearing different clothes.
Casual clothes. What surprised Weiss a little was that among the several obvious Chinese people, there was a tall Caucasian woman who looked to be in her thirties, capable and beautiful - a typical modern Western woman.
.She was wearing a "Mao-style costume" made of gray cloth that the Chinese and indigenous people here wore. Her cold face showed an expression that said "I finally caught you", which reminded Weiss of the time she had spent with
federal law enforcement officials who have dealt with it.
"Mr. Weiss Lando, you are finally here."
Lando raised his hands in surrender: "This is God's will." He decided to be as candid as possible.
Selina looked at the man in the striped hospital gown sitting on the torture chair with interest. The man showed her a cheerful, child-like smile, which must have fascinated many girls before - but that
The brown eyes remained cold and alert.
"You bastard has finally fallen into my hands," she thought. When the General Administration of Political Security asked her to help analyze several photos of suspicious immigrants, Salina recognized him at a glance. Weiss Lando was a criminal with a criminal record.
Guy. When she was working at the ATF, she came across a file on a weapons smuggling case. A large number of automatic rifles, ammunition, and even Claymore mines and SAM 7 anti-aircraft missiles were found hidden in the containers of a cargo ship transporting feed.
Although the ship was detained in U.S. waters, some DSA58 rifles made their way to Europe and fell into the hands of the Kosovo Liberation Army.