"No, I don't know who the killer is......" Alan said.

"He should have the strength to kill the Pope, right?" said Pete.

"I don't know, but I can't rule ......it out," Alan said.

"The timing of his infiltration into the Pontifical Palace coincides with the time of the Pope's death, and it is possible that he has the strength. He's the most suspicious,......," Pete said.

"It's just a suspicion, what if it's not him? If it's not him, you dare to frame him? Do you know who he is? Do you know him? As long as you dare to frame him, he will admit it. At that time, he will recognize that you doubt life. ”

Alan stared into Pete's eyes and whispered at him.

Pete's heart shuddered as he remembered the recent series of events. But he didn't dare to doubt Allen's words in the slightest.

Even Brooke's face changed slightly.

The whole small building became silent, and the wind outside the window could be heard in silence. In addition, there was a terrifying old man beside them, which added a little frightening atmosphere to the atmosphere in the small building.

"The Pontifical Palace was attacked, the Pope was assassinated, and we did not even feel the shadow of the enemy. What does this mean? We are already in crisis. At that time, we can no longer make strong enemies......"

After a pause, Alan said again.

"But what if it's really him, after all, he's the most suspicious ...... at the moment," Pete said again, frowning.

"If it's really him, we're going to treat it as ......if it's not him," Allen said.

"Why?" asked Pete, puzzled.

"Because, we need time to prepare. He dared to assassinate the Pope, it must have been premeditated for a long time. It's not good for us to go to war with him when we are caught off guard......," Alan said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, I just blamed you......"

Brooke stepped forward and said respectfully to Allen. Although his temper is short-tempered, his temperament can be regarded as upright. Wrong is wrong, but there is nothing to be afraid of.

Although Pete said nothing, his face also showed a little shame.

"There is a force that is secretly watching over our Holy See of Light. Our Pope is dead, we don't even see the shadow of the murderer, and we, the Holy See of Light, are in danger at this time......" Donald said to Allen.

Alan looked at Donald.

"Although I hate Liu Qingming very much, I believe in his character. Back then, since he had negotiated with us back then, he would not tear up the agreement for no reason. So, I don't believe it was he who killed the Pope. It should be someone else. Liu Qingming should not be our enemy at this time, he should be our friend. Perhaps, we still need his help......"

Donald said again.

Alan didn't say anything, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. No matter who the murderer is, the Great Light Holy See is in danger at this time, and there are murderous opportunities everywhere.

......

A flight from Frankfurt to Los Angeles deviated from its intended altitude at around 10 p.m. A few minutes later, the tower began to try to contact the aircraft, but received no response. At this time, the plane also began to gradually deviate from the course. Soon after, the aircraft and radio communications and transponders were all turned off. The plane completely lost contact.

In the process, several passengers called the police. Unfortunately, however, those calls were cut off before they could be connected.

At the same time, a flight from Munich to London suffered the same situation.

What happened to the two flights was basically the same. Even the time difference is strikingly consistent. Obviously, this is the same plan, the same modus operandi. The slight difference was that a passenger's phone was called on this flight. It's just that the passenger was obviously panicked, and just kept telling the police that something was wrong, something was wrong, and the situation on the plane was very bad, and then the phone was cut off.

The two flights were originally going in very different directions, but the directions were strikingly the same, and both were Berlin.

......

The Hamm Hotel, a 60-storey building in Berlin's Sudsterd, is a low-key building in a crowded area, but one of the best hotels in Berlin.

Joseph leaned back on the couch, gasping slightly.

It had been a long time since he had been in such a hurry. Although Reinhardt Manor is not far from here. Compared to the usual times when he travels to several continents, the distance is too short. However, he travels on weekdays on luxuriously decorated private jets. On an airplane, it's no different than at home. When you get off the plane, no matter where you go, it's a comfortable car. The time to let him walk is really pitiful.

Tonight, however, Joseph walked a long way. Because, he secretly left Reinhardt Manor. Along the way, he was like an ordinary person, squeezing the subway and the bus. For a person like him, who is used to being pampered, he has reached this age. It's a really uncomfortable taste. However, Joseph knew that he had to do it. Because, it's safe to do so.

Joseph sat on the sofa for a while, but he stood up, walked to the window, looked out the window at the bright lights, but muttered,

"That's what it's like to run......"

A playful smile appeared on Joseph's lips. Obviously, he was relaxed at this point. He felt that it was safe. Because, he felt that even if Liu Qingming wanted to attack him, the target should be Reinhardt Manor, not here.

Because, even his cronies, thought he was staying at Reinhardt Manor. No one knew that he had left Reinhardt Manor.

At this moment, Clermont walked in from outside.

"How's going out there?" said Joseph, turning to Clermont.

"It's not good......," Clermont said, frowning.

"What's wrong, have they started to do anything to us?" said Joseph, smiling at Clay.

"Yes, an hour ago, we had been subjected to bloody massacres and purges in various branches and branches of the European countries, even to our close allies with Reinhardt...... Clermont said.

"It's such a big deal, are you planning to connect the nine clans......

Joseph muttered, his face suddenly becoming a little gloomy. Although he had expected some things for a long time, he was still very unhappy to hear such bad news.

Joseph walked over to the coffee table, poured himself a glass of water, and took two sips to suppress the unhappiness in his chest.