The phone kept ringing, and with his hearing, he could hear even the breathing of people buried deep underground, let alone this more obvious and regular vibration.

He leaned over and dashed a few wooden boards at his feet, and found the buzzing phone.

He recognized...that should be Angel's cell phone.

With a feeling that he didn't know what he was, he answered the phone.

Beep-

He answered, but he didn't say anything.

However, Zi Lin, on the other end of the phone, spoke first: "Mr. Anderson, I know that when I call this phone and report your name, you will have many questions...

“Don’t worry, in the near future, all your questions will be answered.

"But now, please allow me to help you...solve your most urgent needs at this moment."

…………

It was night, the moon was shining.

A half-human, half-ghost, dark figure came to a deserted church.

At noon, he received a strange call, and then he kept walking... from noon to sunset, and then from sunset to dark... he arrived at this place just now.

On the other end of the phone, the words of the man who claimed to be Zilin still lingered in his mind—

"In the coordinates of this map I sent, there is a church, which is Gallo's emergency shelter..."

He slowly walked into the church like a walking corpse.

"There is a secret door under the altar of the church. After opening it, you will see a coffin..."

He walked around the altar for a half circle and quickly discovered the switch of the secret door. So he opened the altar, dragged the coffin out with one hand, and put it on the dusty ground.

"In the coffin, there are some money and artworks that Gallo has accumulated over the years, and of course, there are weapons, clothing, medical products, fake documents, etc. In short, you just use them."

He opened the coffin and naturally all the things Zi Lin described were there; in addition, there was something very concerned about, incompatible with the objects around him - a black card.

"I also left something in it. I think you can easily identify it. I hope you keep it well because you will use that thing in the future."

He stood in front of the coffin for a few seconds, then took off his already ragged and blood-stained clothing.

Under the moonlight, his body is like a work of art. Even the most outstanding painters and sculptors from ancient times to the present... it is difficult to outline such perfect muscle lines. Even though this body is covered with scars at the moment, it still exudes a terrifying courage and beauty.

After simply treating the wound, putting on clothes, and taking the gun, he returned to the altar.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of Jesus crucified above the altar.

After a brief silence, he raised his hand and fired a shot... The bullet shot directly into Jesus' eyes, and with a "bang", the head of the statue shattered.
Chapter completed!