2016: C2016 This is Italy.

C2016 This is Italy.

The cemetery was dark under the night sky. The wind was blowing and the grass and treetops were rustling.

Xia Lei stood in front of a grave, the granite tomb looked like a miniature Roman pantheon, very grand. Because of the weathering, the words on the tombstone that was embedded in the tombstone became faint and blurred, making it hard to read. However, even if the words were clear, the name on the tombstone did not matter.

The mechanism was on a piece of stone on the grave.

Kaka, when the mechanism was activated, the tombstone opened up like a revolving door, revealing a passageway. There was no light, and the passage was dark.

Xia Lei walked along the stone stairs towards the interior of the tomb.

There were murals on the stone walls of the passageway.

Xia Lei saw all of them. Some of the Moon of Death s were pieced together by pieces, while some of them were shaped like strange creatures. After walking not too far, he stopped in front of a mural.

The mural depicted a faceless figure with hands and feet and a head, but no face. He stood there, a giant scythe in his hand, like a death god. In front of him were a few people and animals kneeling, but they were all in the background and his face could not be seen.

This mural did not have a description, but the meaning behind it was not hard to guess.

Xia Lei muttered in his heart: "Could the person in this fresco be the Faceless Moon God? What is the faceless samurai statue that was found in Jerusalem? "

He had not found the mural when he had walked through the passage in the spirit of Our Lady of Flowers' Cathedral, because of the speed and the light. Now that he had come down and found these murals, he was both curious and confused.

The tunnel was at least a kilometer long. There were many murals, and none of them were the same. In some places, sculptures were embedded in the walls. Among them were statues of faceless warriors found in Jerusalem. They were about the size of a human being, but they did not protrude from the walls. Every faceless warrior had cold weapons in their hands. Some had swords, some had spears, and some had swords and shields. Along the way, there were over a hundred murals, six faceless samurai statue s, each with a different weapon and size, but their faces were all the same, a blank white board, no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

Xia Lei thought of the six faceless samurai statue that he had unearthed in Israel. The United States had used the Seventh Fleet to transport the six faceless samurai statue to the 51st Area. It was not strange for faceless samurai statue to appear here, but why were there six? Not eight? Or twelve?

Six, this figure was extremely sensitive to him, because there were also six faces of World's Box.

In the midst of his confusion and speculation, Xia Lei arrived at the end of the tunnel in a spherical space.

The machine that sent the signal was quietly placed in the center of the hemispherical space. On top of it, there was a picture of a Moon of Death carved on the vertical position.

Xia Lei bit his finger and dripped a drop of his blood on the Moon of Death.

Buzz buzz ?

A strange sound suddenly came out from the machine, and a ball of black energy light also came out from the Moon of Death's pattern, swallowing the drop of blood and spreading it upwards. It felt like it was condensing into a bundle that was about to soar into the sky.

However, he did not soar into the sky after all. The amount of life and energy a drop of blood carried was simply too little. If it was just to kill one person, the strange scene of Kirsten being sacrificed as a wreckage would appear.

This was not a machine from this world, it was very likely a technology from the Moon of Death.

Was it brought to this world by Ixtab, or was it created using the technology of the Moon of Death after he completely awakened?

"Who cares how you came here, you're just a piece of trash to me." Xia Lei took out an alloy hammer from behind his waist, raised it and smashed towards the Moon of Death s.

Bang!

Bang Bang Bang...

At the same time, in the Iris Inn.

The military vehicles drove into the street where the Iris Hotel was, but they didn't approach. Instead, they stopped at both ends of the street. One by one, heavily armed Italian commandos alighted from the military vehicles and assembled. The streets were filled with the tense atmosphere of a war.

A balding man with a fat figure, accompanied by two attendants, got out of an armored car and headed for the Iris.

The Iris Hotel was already under the control of Italy's "Leather Headset" anti-terrorist commando, with all entrances and exits, all the corridors, and even the hotel's towers and roofs.

The Leatherhead Rangers were Italy's most elite special forces, world-famous for their custom-made headgear, and they were directly controlled by an anti-terrorism department of the Italian Ministry of the Interior. They held a high position in the Italian military.

The appearance of the leather headgear was a testament to the importance that the Italian government attached to it.

"Mr. Arturo." At the door of the Iris Inn, a cultured, golden-haired young man wearing glasses said, "I, I ?"

Uncle Europa, who was called Arturo, said, "Dent, scared?"

Dan Te nodded. "That person ?" Mr. Arturo, aren't you afraid? "

"Afraid, but this is my job. If you're scared, you can stop being my translator, but you won't be coming to work tomorrow either. Is that a problem? " Arturo said.

"I-I don't have a problem with that." Dante said.

"Then shut your mouth and open it when I need it." Arturo went in.

He was a diplomat.

The person he wanted to see was the mysterious boy from the Grand China.

He had been to the Grand China many times, so he was sent to carry out this mission. If he had the choice, he would rather stay home and sleep with his wife, who was one hundred kilograms.

On the third floor, the guards opened the door for Arturo.

Arturo saw the two women, Maria and Scarlett, but he did not see the mysterious guy. He frowned slightly at her, then walked in.

"Mr. Arturo, I didn't expect to see you here." Maria was indeed worthy of being called one of the most famous women in Europe and America. She recognized Arturo's identity at a glance, and greeted him with a smile.

"Lady Maria ?"

"It's Miss Maria. I'm divorced." Maria held out her hand to Arturo.

Instead of shaking hands with Maria, Arturo shifted his gaze towards Scarlett. However, he did not say anything, only glancing at her.

Maria embarrassedly retracted her hand, a hint of displeasure appearing between her brows. But she knew why Arturo didn't shake hands with her. There were probably no more than five wanted criminals in America, friends in her social circle, or anyone else who could shake hands with her.

People are like this, you will have many friends when you are in the limelight, and no one will know you when you are in trouble.

"What about him?" Arturo said.

There was no name, but both Maria and Scarlett knew who he was referring to.

Maria and Scarlett looked at each other but did not say a word. Forget about them not knowing where Xia Lei was, even if they did, they wouldn't say it out loud.

"Well, it looks like I have to make things clear." Arturo said, "I've come here for three reasons. The first is for you to cancel the concert tomorrow night. The second was to have Mr. Xia leave Italy, already listed as unpopular. The third is to take you to the American Embassy. "

"You're taking us to the American embassy?" "You want to arrest us and hand us over to the CIA, right?"

Scarlett started to lose control of her emotions, "You can't do this, we did not break any laws, we held a concert to pay our respects to Florence, there were no violations of any rules, why are you making us cancel, and you even want to arrest us and hand us over to the CIA?"

"Because this is Italy, our land," Arturo said. "We have the right to decide who can stay here and who has to leave." After a pause, he added, "Now, please answer my earlier question. Where did Mr. Xia go?"

"I don't know!" "I wouldn't tell you even if I knew!"

Scarlett also said: "Whether the concert will be cancelled, we will not follow you to the American Embassy. Also, let me warn you, don't provoke us!"

Her subtext seems to be that the elder sister has a shrine, you had better play smart!

Arturo shrugged. "I guess I said nothing. Take them with me to the American embassy."

Two leather-headed special forces soldiers followed in from the door, and without saying a word, they carried Scarlett and Maria in.

"Let me go!" Maria struggled.1

"Scram!" You bastards, you will regret it! " Scarlett roared in anger, and kicked at the crotch of one of the thugs who was grabbing her arm.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, the skin-headed special forces soldier lifted his leg and knocked Scarlett's foot away, then slapped Scarlett's face.

But at this moment, a tile suddenly flew in from outside the window and crashed into the chest of the assaulter.

Boom! *

The tiles broke, and the leather-headed special forces soldier that was as strong as diamond let out a groan as he fell to the ground.

All eyes moved to the window.

At that moment a figure shot across the roof of a building opposite the Iris, and in a flash plunged into the room.

No one could see it clearly until the person's feet landed on the ground and appeared in the room. It was only then that the people in the room saw it was a sixteen or seventeen year old teenager.

Xia Lei returned.

When he returned to the cemetery, Xiaoqian told him about the situation of the Iris Inn. He rushed back with his fastest speed, just in time to save Scarlett from that humiliating slap.

"Enemy attack!" The reaction of the special forces who were holding the Mary hostage was extremely fast, and they roared out almost at the same time Xia Lei appeared.

His voice echoed in the room, in the corridor.

The guards at the corridor and the entrance rushed into the room, with more than a dozen black and deep guns aimed straight at Xia Lei.

Farther away, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and more thugs were sprinting towards them.

This is Italy.

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