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Volume 8 Golden Lotus Phoenix Head Chapter 2198 The End of the Hero (Part 2)

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    If Torre still didn't understand what was going on at this time, then he would not be worthy of the word 'hero'.

    From Cyril¡¯s appearance, to their grand escape, to taking out these potions, to their ¡®attack¡¯, all of this was just a game, a game carefully deployed against him.

    He has met countless people in his life, and there are countless people. Torre has even doubted his own son, but he has never doubted his "adopted son" Cyril, who has followed him diligently for more than ten years. But it is him  , in this overall situation, plays a ruthless role that leaves Torre with no way out.

    "Sad, pathetic, hateful But until this moment, what Torre was thinking about was not what he was going to face, but what he wanted to ask Cyril face to face, why.

    Facing his old friend¡¯s recollection of the past, Torre didn¡¯t have much emotion. He stared at him with a gloomy expression. After Alberto fell silent for a long time, he finally said:

    "Where's Cyril? I need an explanation, an explanation that will make me die in peace." Just after Torre said this, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the green belt behind him. Torre turned sideways and waited.  With the appearance of Cyril, as for the members of the trial team who jumped out, he did not take it seriously from beginning to end.

    He was once in a position of power, and he was also arrogant. In Torre's tortuous and glorious life, he was used to seeing so many storms and waves that when he faced them again, he seemed so frightened.  There was no panic, only anger and pain lingering in his heart. It was not until Cyril appeared in front of him a few minutes later that the old man spoke with emotion:

    "Why is that?" He screamed hysterically, mixed with an unwilling roar. There was a bit of dodge on Cyril's burned cheeks that was difficult for others to detect. To be fair, after so many years of lurking, the old man in front of him was really  Treat him like his own son.

    "The fire that lasted more than ten years really 'swamped' two people. One person was alive but seemed dead, and the other was dead, but he was still alive. The real Cyril, with the fire, had long been reduced to ashes, but he was still alive.  Cyril is just a 'Tang Dao' who wants to take your life.

    I have a squad leader who treats me like an elder brother, but he died in a foreign country His death has nothing to do with you directly, but it was you who objectively provided clues to Yin Yin. It was also you who, in order to satisfy your desire for power,  Don't hesitate to provide personnel and channel help to Yinren, so as to achieve your goal of obtaining their medicine or technology.

    Just when I went to Europe to investigate this incident and had just gained some insights, your adopted son Cyril appeared. He was very strong. To be precise, he was transformed so much that after being injected with the medicine, we could not  The burning pasture greatly delayed his attack. It was at that time that I discovered the possible side effects on you after being transformed.

    You rushed there at that time. In order to survive and to continue investigating the incident, after I killed Cyril, you jumped into the sea of ??fire and burned yourself beyond recognition. In order to gain your trust, you were afraid that you would compare DNA.  I didn't leave any hair on my body, and I held a drop of Cyril's blood.

    ¡°You know, when I was pushed to the operating table, I injected you with an injection of antibodies. No anesthetic could have any effect on me. I was just afraid that you would take the opportunity to discover something while I was in a coma.

    I felt every detail of the operation, stitches I endured the pain and did not dare to make a sound. As expected, you, the old-fashioned person, still took my blood sample.

    During the month I was hospitalized, I didn¡¯t even get a full night¡¯s sleep because I was afraid that I would be suspicious of you and become suspicious again. Facts have proved that I was right.  "

    When ¡®Cyril¡¯, or rather Tang Dao, dictated his bitter history, many members of the trial team were praying silently, including the leader, Alberto.

    When they learned the truth and chose to cooperate with Nalan Changkong, they never thought that in order to place such a chess piece next to Torre, they suffered pain that others could not understand at all. What made him survive strong?  Maybe it really is that elusive and uncaptured faith.

    "You are talking about Nalan Changsheng, haha. The reason why I have resisted any organization or individual related to the Dragon Group in recent years is ultimately because of this haunting name.

    Yes, I participated in that siege, and even participated in his strangulation. After following me for so many years, you should know a lot. Yes, I also led the people to carry out the operation against Xiao Shan in Northern Province.  , Nalan's sect cannot prosper, this is the basic premise for my cooperation with Yinren.

    In this world, there are winners and losers. The reason why they can be arrogant and point fingers at me as a winner is entirely because in this local confrontation, the hiddenIf I lose, I, Torre, lose. If we are the winner, if the medicine we researched can be widely used among clergy, the elders, the trial team, haha, what are you.

    By then, under my leadership, the Holy See will achieve unprecedented territory expansion. It depends on the face of the powerful, and it also needs to have a good relationship with the local army. It is mine, it is all mine" After saying this  , Torre looked up to the sky and laughed again, but suddenly his chest surged like a blowout, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'pop' sound.

    Torre, whose body was crumbling, could not help but stagger back a few steps. Torre, who did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed to the Tang Dao ahead and said with difficulty:

    "You added other drugs to the injection."

    "Yes, and no, what I added are the so-called finished products that Yin Yin gave you. Do you know that these potions will not only make you like a walking zombie, but will even erase your memory and completely change you?"  It becomes a 'puppet corpse'. If it is a finished product, it is a puppet corpse that has intelligence but needs to be controlled by them. If it is a semi-finished product, it is no different from an animal.

    It¡¯s very painful, isn¡¯t it? During the two-week transformation period, you will be as vulnerable as a newborn baby. Even a dull knife can hurt your life.

    This is the finished product you have longed for. It will gradually turn the Holy See into their murderous slaughterhouse, and your so-called alienated clergy are the butchers controlled by them.  "When Tang Dao explained the truth of the matter to Torre, the latter beat his chest like crazy until the blood spurted out was replaced by black blood.

    "Who am I? I am Torre Gonzalez. I am the most successful red-coated archbishop in the history of the Holy See in the past hundred years"

    ¡®Poof¡­bang¡­¡¯ At the last moment when he was about to become a ¡®puppet¡¯, the proud Torre chose to forcefully expose himself to madness, ending his unruly life¡­
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