The two groups of LINGJI and qingyaoji arrived at the front seat of the legendary long conference table. There was an old man in a red papal cap and a white robe.


    The old man, the seemingly largest leader of the sixth Empire at present, is Pope Vatican.


    "Francis, Farid?"


    Pope fantis looked at the two men standing at the door in surprise.


    Sitting at the table with the Pope were a dozen men and women in black robes or black suits.


    Farreid, holding the cat, and Fangji entered quietly. Behind him, several people disguised as his entourage followed in, then closed the door and locked it.


    Wind traceless and Adele consciously guarded the only exit of the secret meeting room.


    "Pope, headquarters are under attack. I think you should move to safety immediately."


    Speaking in fluent Italian, Francis walked quickly to the Pope.


    At the same time, he turned into a cat''s spirit, and quickly jumped from Farid''s arms to the dark red conference table. With his elegant tail raised, he took small steps and stopped in front of the Pope of fantis. He opened his beautiful blue cat pupil innocently and shook his tail.


    In the whole underground conference hall, the atmosphere is strange


    Francis quietly walked around behind the Pope. A dagger slipped out of his sleeve and was tightly held in his hand.


    The Pope has been using Italian, I do not know what to "mutter" to Farid and Francis.


    At this time, Francis, who was behind the Archbishop of Vatican, struck with lightning, and the sharp blade of the dagger slashed across the Archbishop''s throat from behind.


    In an instant, the Pope of Vatican, whose main artery was cut off, was in a flood of blood. The blood splashed out smeared the spirit of the cat into a cat. In a blink of an eye, the spirit demon changed from a cat to its original appearance, and flew to the bishop of Vatican who covered his neck, sprayed blood from the wound, and stained his clothes with blood.


    The Bishop''s chair fell back, holding the Pope''s neck with a "click" twist. The neck bone was broken, and the Pope was out of breath.


    "Don''t worry about his resurrection, because the genetic research of the mutant race is not perfect, and the risk is very high. The Pope has never modified himself. He is just an ordinary man." Farreid walked slowly to the side of the ghost body covered with blood, and then said, "the people in this conference hall are the fund chain behind the sixth Empire, that is, supporters. Moreover, the conference hall is completely closed, without monitoring and eavesdropping equipment. Because the content of the conference conversation is highly confidential, all signals here are blocked."


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