Chapter 1493 - 486: The Birth of Jesus in Zhumadian (Part 3)

Chapter 1493: Chapter 486: The Birth of Jesus in Zhumadian (Part 3)

Even the choir of the Atlanta Catholic Archdiocese doesn’t have that vibe.

"We..."

Brother Ni took a deep breath, forced himself to say that extremely awkward phrase.

"We are Jesus’s younger brother, God’s second son, and the righteous fists under the command of Hong Tianwang."

What the hell is this?

The priest knew that Atlanta was filled with cults, each interpreting the Bible in their own way. Some claim to be the reincarnation of Jesus, others say they are God’s messengers, mutually incompatible, but you...

Even in a place like Atlanta, filled with sinister dealings, daring to say you’re God’s son, Jesus’s younger brother, you’re the first, and more bizarre than others, pushing the bounds of audacity.

"Now, we represent the orders of the Great Wester... Hong Tianwang."

Ruzuo almost slipped, misspeaking, but quickly corrected himself.

"Give up your superior’s and your fellow party’s identity and position."

Thinking that the other party wanted something, the priest immediately stiffened, believing they wouldn’t easily take his life.

"You’re dreaming, I have nothing to say to you."

As long as he maneuvered and delayed until the security restored power and opened the door, he could be rescued.

But as players dealing with such tough rednecks, handling them was like second nature. Even though his mouth is hard, can it be harder than the Sixth Street Gang?

Ruzuo didn’t coddle him, grabbing him directly and pushing him towards the front of the car, then supplementing with a kick to the ground, his head just knocking under the front wheel.

Brother Ni got into the car, started the vehicle, and the front wheel began to rotate.

The priest, who was resigned to undergoing interrogation and beatings, saw his car rolling towards his head. The wheel got closer and larger, looking like it was about to crush his head completely.

He suddenly panicked, struggled.

"What are you doing! Let me go! You can’t do this!"

"To teach you that death is not the most frightening thing."

But Ruzuo didn’t care, continued to press his foot tightly against his head, until the wheel was actually upon the priest’s head, feeling that terrifying force almost twisting his neck, crushing his skull.

All his composure, all his tough-guy demeanor crumbled under that threat, as fragile as paper.

"Ah! Ah!! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

He screamed, words pouring out like a rapid-fire cannon.

"My superior is Bishop Soron, he lives in a large flat in the city center. There are three priests like me in this community, Kang Feisi, Lauren, Reid! I can help you call them out!"

Maybe his words had some effect, the tire initially eased, just as his tense mind slightly relaxed, the tire came back faster and harder, almost crushing his neck!

Ruzuo spoke viciously.

"What have you been planning recently? Don’t think about deceiving me; you know what I’m asking!"

"Morrow! The transaction location is Morrow! After acquiring that batch of arms, we’re planning to fire upon the Baptist Church’s black community in three days."

The priest’s voice was choked with sobs, he could hear his spine creaking, desperate to spill everything he knew.

"Oh, and! They seem to be plotting an attack on the Efficiency Department, but I don’t know the specifics! That’s all!"

Crunch!

The tire rolled over the priest’s head, completely crushing his skull, silence ensued.

"....."

Ruzuo looked up at Brother Ni in the car, his expression peculiar.

Brother Ni seemed a bit embarrassed.

"Uh...I pushed the gas pedal too hard, couldn’t stop in time."

"Forget it."

Ruzuo didn’t intend to pursue the matter further; after all, Brother Ni couldn’t possibly be the mole, and they hadn’t expected to extract much from this man, they just came along to try.

Besides, they didn’t intend to let this priest go, no matter how much he spilled, he had to die eventually, since Ruzuo never promised to release him.

Still, the intelligence gathered was significant, although the Efficiency Department + MAGA situation seemed unbelievable to the player community, they accepted it as part of the plan.

They kicked the corpse aside, reopened the optical camo, and uploaded the collected intel to the team channel.

[Brother Ni: Looks like they’re planning something against the BOSS.]

[Jackal: That’s pretty common, meow, there are quite a few people on some forums with that idea, both male and female.]

[Brother Ni: Is this plotting considered normal? (Shocked)]

[Jackal: Who knows, meow, I’m just a harmless little kitty writing fanfiction.]

[New Dynasty Elegance: I think it’s worth reporting this to the BOSS, since the higher-ups in these cults are often legislators and tycoons, their mention of attacks typically isn’t about force, but such matters aren’t for us to handle.]

Force can achieve many things, but clearly, their force wasn’t enough.

[New Dynasty Elegance: I personally suggest establishing or joining a sect here; it could allow us to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks and acquire higher-level secrets, while also smoothly annexing other cults, reducing local resistance. Of course, if you disagree, you can ignore my suggestion.]

[Li De: ...]

He began to doubt whether enlisting their support was a reasonable decision.

Wasn’t I here to investigate?

Why did it pivot towards founding a cult?

It’s only the first day...where will this lead to next?