Chapter 757

In the early morning, the sun has just climbed the horizon of Los Angeles, and even the water in the West hasn't turned red yet. In front of a small office building with a huge cross in Santa Monica beach area, a dozen young Catholic priests have been busy, going in and out of the building, putting their luggage into a van parked in front of the building.

"I'm leaving now?"

In the open space in front of the door, Archbishop Marcos Costello stood in the backlight, watching his own things being carried into the car. He sighed and looked up to the sea not far away.

I have the ambition as broad as the Pacific Ocean, but I can't show it. I was forced away by a Hollywood director

Thinking of this, Archbishop Marcos Costello's depression broke out again, and his face was covered with wrinkles like earthworms.

He is very clear that when he returns to the Vatican this time, I am afraid he will never come back. He is likely to stay in the position of a librarian or librarian until he retires.

"Murphy Stanton!"

The name came back to the mind of Archbishop Marquez Costello, "cardinal, Pope All these things have come to nothing in front of him. "

"Sir..."

A young clergyman came up and asked, "it's over. When do you start?"

"Let's go!"

Archbishop Marcos Costello turned and walked towards a black car. As he opened the door, he looked back at the huge cross on the top of the small building behind him. This time, he was defeated, and so was the Catholic Church.

Even if the opponent is just a Hollywood director!

When he got into the car, Archbishop Marcos Costello closed his eyes and asked the driver in front, "go to the airport!"

The black car starts slowly, turns into the road from the front of the office building, and drives all the way to Los Angeles International Airport.

Archbishop Marcos Costello didn't look back and knew that he would never come back. The Holy See needed a person to carry the pot, and the pressure of Pope Benedict XVI on the whole church also needed a person to carry the pot.

Unfortunately, his direct planner of this incident is the best person to carry the pot.

Three days ago, Archbishop Marcos Costello received a formal notice from the Vatican. Maybe the Vatican has a lot of pressure on him. He can't even wait to find a suitable person to take over the position of Archbishop of Central South Diocese of California, so he must return to the Vatican before the day after tomorrow.

Although far away from the Vatican cardinal, the Archbishop of Marquez Costello is well informed and has already found out what is waiting for him.

Sitting in the car, Archbishop Marcos Costello can still keep quiet in the way of closing his eyes for the first part of the road. But the closer he gets to Los Angeles International Airport, the more unwilling he feels to his ambition hidden under his old body!

Come here with ambition and go away with no one to care about

How can the Archbishop of Marquez Costello, who aims at the Pope, accept this huge contrast?

"I..."

Archbishop Marcos Costello suddenly opened his eyes. Through the front windshield, he saw the Los Angeles International Airport Terminal looming in the distance and whispered to himself, "I I'm not reconciled

His hands trembled and he seemed to be very excited.

"Sir..."

The driver in front seemed to hear a voice behind him, but he couldn't really hear, "what do you want to do?"

This awakened Archbishop Marcus Costello, who was a man of rich experience. He took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and said, "it's OK. Keep going."

After these short words, Archbishop Marcos Costello gradually calmed down. What's the use of not being reconciled? His series of plans not only failed to get Catholic forces into Hollywood, but also made Catholicism face the most severe winter since it entered North America.

He doesn't know much about other parishes. In recent months, the number of people going to Catholic church every weekend in Central South parish of California has dropped by nearly a third!

What kind of concept is this? The Archbishop of Marquez Costello knows very well that in such a situation, even if he is a pope, he will change to another archbishop.

Los Angeles International Airport is located there, whether the Archbishop of Marquez Costello is willing or not, the distance is getting closer and closer.

The Archbishop of Marquez Costello came here with boundless scenery. How could he leave without any one to see him off?

In the terminal building of the International Airport, two people who are also planning to take a plane do not go to their own gate. Instead, they come to the security entrance of the flight to Rome to wait for the arrival of Archbishop Marcos Costello.

"You're boring."

Pulling the baseball cap on his head, Gail gado adjusted his ponytail and said to Murphy, who was looking at the entrance of the terminal, "is that interesting?"Murphy shrugged. "My old friend is leaving Los Angeles. Maybe he won't come back in the future. How can I send him?"

Two days ago, he got the news that Archbishop Marcos Costello was going to return to Italy on this morning's flight to Rome. At the same time, he was also going to Venice. He specially asked someone to book a later flight ticket to wait for his old friend, so as to see him off for the last journey.

"Old friend?" Gail - Cato is unable to make complaints about it. "Do you just want to sprinkle salt on the wounds of the Archbishop of Marcks Costello?"

"Archbishop Marquez Costello has fallen into the well." Murphy naturally said, "I don't throw a few stones into it now. How can I live up to my association with him?"

Gail gado turned his lips and didn't want to talk about Murphy any more. Anyway, his fiance was never a good man

Whatever the initial reason, the Archbishop of Marquez Costello has caused a lot of trouble for Murphy. Now he just bumps into each other and Murphy has to see him for himself.

Of course, one has to send the winner.

After standing here for a while, Murphy saw an old man in a priest's hat. Accompanied by two young priests, Murphy came slowly towards him. The other side seemed to be thinking, and did not see him and Gail gado at all.

"Here we are." Murphy whispered to Gail gado, "the Archbishop of Marquez Costello is here."

Gail gado rolled his eyes and warned, "don't go too far."

Because there are not many people in the airport, no one has noticed Murphy for the time being, but they are public figures after all. It's not very good to see if there's something in the airport that the Hollywood super director denounces the Catholic Archbishop.

Murphy shrugged. "Who am I?"

He really just came to see Archbishop Marcos Costello off.

Entering the terminal of Los Angeles International Airport, two entourage of Archbishop Marcos Costello went to check their luggage, and the other two accompanied them to the security window.

If you put it in Europe, a religious figure of the rank of Archbishop of Marquez Costello can go through a special channel without so much trouble, but you don't even have to think about it in America.

The time to leave Los Angeles is getting closer and closer. Even the Archbishop of Marquez Costello is in a low mood. He doesn't notice that someone is waiting for him near the security entrance.

As archbishop Marcos Costello approaches the security entrance, Murphy winks at Gail gado and takes the initiative.

"Sir..."

An entourage saw Murphy and quickly reminded Archbishop Marquez Costello, "someone's coming."

Archbishop Marcos Costello raised his eyes to see who it was, and his anger burned from his heart to his brain.

"Monsieur, long time no see." Murphy, like an old friend, greets Archbishop Marcos Costello and says, "I hear you're leaving Los Angeles. I've come to see you off."

Archbishop Marcos Costello's face was red with anger, and it seemed that it would come out at any time, but he immediately raised his vigilance at the thought of what the man opposite had done.

He quickly stopped, at the same time, unconsciously stepped back, opened the distance with Murphy, "what do you want to do?"

"I just came to see you off." Murphy said faintly, "I'll say goodbye to you."

Archbishop Marquez Costello didn't seem to believe Murphy, "that's it?"

In his impression, this is a sinister, despicable, shameless person like a mad dog. How could he be kind enough to send him?

Murphy laughed. "That's it."

He is not the earliest Desperado. With his status and social status, he will not do anything too tasteless.

In other words, coming to see Archbishop Marcos Costello's downfall is very tasteless, but he doesn't admit it.

The Archbishop of Marquez Costello was still in a state of suspense and did not believe Murphy's words.

"Your eminence..." Murphy said faintly, "goodbye!"

Archbishop Marcos Costello's lips moved, and finally he said, "goodbye."

Two of his entourage, supporting him, passed by Murphy and went straight into the security gate. Archbishop Marquez Costello looked back. Murphy took Gail gado and walked to the other side.

"Goodbye?" He turned from red to white. "Murphy Stanton, we'll never see you again!"

Murphy didn't do anything or say anything. Now it's totally unnecessary. His presence here is actually the biggest irony to Archbishop Marcos Costello.

Shortly after the Archbishop of Marquez Costello entered the security gate, he and Gail gado entered another security passage, ready to take another flight to Venice for the upcoming closing ceremony of the Venice Film Festival.