To be honest, Ayton didn't want to meet a drug addict, but the doctrine was like this, and Ayton also wanted to know what the big deal was that the drug addict was talking about: "Let him in, I believe that with you here, I will not be in any danger."
"As you command, Your Highness Saint Aiton."
The missionary bowed. He didn't think it was a big deal: what threat could a drug addict pose? He might not even be able to beat an ordinary person, so how could he threaten the safety of His Highness Ayton?
firearms?
If a drug addict really has money to buy guns, then it only means that he is not a drug addict.
After a while, Shipman walked in from outside the church, his whole body trembling and looking very nervous.
"Do you have any news to tell me, Mr. Shipman?" Eaton asked with a smile.
“Yes…some…”
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Sippman had completely forgotten the purpose of his trip. He was trembling with fear and was about to confess everything when his mind was suddenly touched. It seemed that an invisible dotted line began to control his thoughts.
Sippman's expression turned grim. He quickly raised his pistol and fired three shots at Ayton, growling fiercely, "Of course I'm going to let you die, you Nordic barbarian!"
The huge impact of the gun hit Eaton's body, and Eaton's center of gravity shifted backward. The crystal ball in his hand was grazed by the bullet and began to fall to the ground.
“Click…”
The crystal ball shattered into pieces.
And the next moment, the light blue lightning barrier that had covered half of London suddenly disappeared!
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