End of the Sky

In the confession room, Russell hung up the phone and began to persuade him: "Sir, I know you are sad because you lost your wife, but you keep laughing like this ..."

"Not me, it's my friend!"

The man across the board was vigilant and thought Russell might have discovered the truth.

Since his wife disappeared ‘inexplicably’, he was so excited that he could n’t sleep at night. He wanted to talk to someone but was afraid of being seen. I could n’t help it, so I came to the church to find the priest, but now it seems that the priest seems a bit unreliable!

"Well, your friend's wife is lost, you are sad ..."

"It wasn't me, it was my friend's wife who was lost, and it was him who was sad." Speaking of this, the man regretted it a bit and got up to leave.

"Wait, this gentleman, bring a word to your friend. Since it's so sad, it's better to take it while it's still time, don't care about what money is not money, anyway, it will not be used in the future on……"

Russell didn't finish talking. The man on the other side had fled and fled. He sighed and pushed the door toward the church door.

It's been almost a week since I came to the Los Angeles headquarters. At the beginning, he was still wondering if the world mission might be triggered in the church, and now he is dead.

Outside the door, Sister Medellin took a broom to sweep the leaves, which was the same every day, as if it could not be done.

"Child, are you leaving?" Mother Medellin asked with a smile.

Russell hesitated and shook his head: "No, I'm tired, sit out and move around."

"Coincidentally, I happened to be tired and wanted to sit for a while." Mother Medellin passed the broom with a sweet smile.

Russell took the broom without a word and swept up the fallen leaves on the ground. Sister Medellin Horse Da Jindao sat down on the stone steps, pulled out the red and white shell of Marlboro, and began to swallow the clouds and mist.

When Russell Quan didn't see it, Sister Medellin devoted his whole life to his faith. He was a respectable person, a little bit innocuous.

"Good boy, would you like one?"

"Uh, okay!" Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had been handed over, so he could only take it.

Five seconds later, the white smoke was insignificant, the old and the young were sitting side by side, and the broom was thrown to the ground.

"Sister Medellin, are there any evils like the devil and evil spirit in Los Angeles?" Russell began to talk, the old nun was very old, and it didn't look like a fool like Jacob, so maybe he knew something.

Sister Medellin gripped the cigarette and looked solemnly: "There are two devil in Los Angeles, who are good at deceiving people, making people willing to fall into hell, and even the Lord can do nothing about them."

"Who is it and where are they?" Russell couldn't wait to ask.

"it's here!"

Sister Medellin raised her hand and nodded her chest. "One is called power and the other is money. Faith is vulnerable to the two demons."

Russell: "..."

Sister Medellin threw away his cigarette butt, stomped his foot, and picked up the broom to continue cleaning the fallen leaves: "Child, go wherever you want, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is dangerous."

"Ok!"

Russell turned back three or three times. Suspiciously looking at Mother Medellin, is this intelligence?

probably!

...

The church is located northwest of downtown Los Angeles, very close to the famous Hollywood. Russell drove by and walked around the Avenue of Stars and Universal Studios.

Luck is not very good. I haven't met beauty stars, and I may have screenplays with directors and investors.

Of course, there is no beauty star, does not mean there is no beauty, after all, it is Hollywood, there is no shortage of beauty in this place.

Russell ordered a glass of ice water in the cafe. A blonde stunner walked by the window. The model was tall and tall, and the rate of return was quite high. It was her companion who was a bit out of place. An old Chinese man in a hat, the two were arguing as they walked, and it looked like ... a good relationship! ?

Russell's eyes moved with the two until they disappeared on the street corner before slowly retracting. Where he couldn't see, the blond woman leaned against the wall to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

"What's the matter, Bower?" The old Chinese man wondered, his partner turned pale, just like the heat stroke.

Looking back at the sight just from behind, the blonde beauty had a lingering fear: "Cruz, return to Boston as soon as this case is finished. Los Angeles is too dangerous."

Russell sat in the cafe for two hours until the night fell and the street lights flickered. Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the city center.

Sister Medellin said that the night in Los Angeles was dangerous. Russell decided to try how dangerous it would be.

He took out the Terminator sunglasses and put them on, blocking the blue light in his eyes. The second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets and chose to drive on the dimly lit branches.

At midnight, Russell found nothing, stopped at the gas station to refuel, and came down for a few hours. The danger did exist, but it was not what he imagined.

At this time, three or five loud-sounding locomotives came to the gas station. The tough guy was full of strong hands, but the driver did not touch the tough guy. Both red and blue. Very strong.

The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing a sunglasses in the evening and gave him an international gesture. Russell smiled and rolled the window silently.

...

In the streets of Los Angeles at night, the colorful lights are confusing, and the people hollowed out by the devil are like walking dead, wandering back and forth without a faith, looking for the other half of the loneliness, and spending the late night in hardship.

Several locomotives whistled past, and the loud music frowned passers-by, and they lined up in a row ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ or screamed loudly, or wept with the music.

I didn't notice at all that a second-hand broken car shuttled in the traffic, and followed them hurriedly.

Russell had good luck tonight. He saw a ghost in the evening, and he was the same breed as the ugly ghost in the border town of Mexico.

Ten minutes later, the locomotive turned a corner into a deep alley. The members of the funeral family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, took out a crumpled beautiful knife, and was released by the black security guard in the tight vest. Go in.

Russell stopped the car, straightened his collar into the rear-view mirror, looked like a dog, and felt full of security. Then he pushed the car door and walked toward the big steel door.

The paint and lights on both sides of the street hung above the big iron door, and next to it was a large stinky trash can.

Russell knocked on the iron door, and the black and hard security guard frowned when he saw his priest's costume: "Sorry, we don't accept clergy here."

Russell didn't say anything, pulled out five Franklins, and poker spread out in front of the security guard.

The security guard swallowed: "Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it is a matter of principle!"

"Don't make trouble, man, I heard that there was a masquerade here to be a priest ..." Russell pointed out the street: "Also, the rules here are too rigid. I used to buy clothes and change them. It only takes five minutes, so why bother? "

"No way, rules are rules ..."

"Yes, you are a principled person."

Russell held up his sunglasses and added two more Franklins: "Except for the entrance fee, it's yours."

Hearing this questioning of professionalism, the security guard changed his face suddenly, grabbed Franklin in front of him, and fell hard in his own pocket ...

"welcome!"

After Russell walked in, the security guard turned cold and took out the walkie-talkie: "Head, the monitoring of No. 2-3 is in a certain state ..."