I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　On the first-level flood control embankment, Borg's eyes slowly returned to clarity, he patted the clothes on his abdomen, and looked at the manor in the distance, especially gloomy:

　　"You will pay for what happened today."

　　As he was about to leave quickly, a burly shadow appeared behind his back, grabbed his neck and dragged him into the sewer.

　　"You have quite a lot of mouse holes, almost let you run away, and you're going to take a lot of trouble..."

　　After witnessing this time with his own eyes, Zheng Wenjun became much simpler and more straightforward. He directly grabbed Borg's foot and dragged him back like a dead dog.

　　Borg struggled with all his might, but still couldn't avoid his cheeks, and his expensive custom suits, making a mark on the sludge deposited on the sewer floor.

　　"Who are you? Let me go, I can give you a lot of money, a lot of money..."

　　His voice became smaller and smaller in the sewers, and the banks of the Seine returned to their original appearance, only the breeze was whistling, and everything seemed to have never happened...

　　……

　　ps: Everyone, the title suffix is ​​collected!

　　Europe and the United States have been identified as knights.

　　Is the Yan Kingdom, or the Yan Kingdom Cultural District (including Neon, North and South Kingdoms, Southeast Asia, and even a small part of Central Asia), are they called monks, alchemists, real people, or something else?

　　To fit the culture, easy to understand.

　　It will be used soon!Thank you all for putting forward your ideas! .

Chapter 115

　　Manor underground.

　　The members of the human trafficking group here are stunned and tied up and put together.

　　"Are all the victims settled?"

　　Kevin has also come down. Currently, he is the only one among the members who is level 1 and can be responsible for the final "punishment" part.

　　Hearing this, Zheng Wenjun nodded: "Zhang Mo and Albert are comforting them. They have given enough food and water. The victim will not return to the ground in three days."

　　Looking at Li Ranna and Louise around, to be honest, Kevin was still a little stressed about what to do next.

　　But when I recalled what these scumbags had done, and the tragic state of those victims, the discomfort disappeared in an instant.

　　So, he directly took out the concentrated radioactive material pendant.

　　Different from when Tang You was holding it, Kevin was holding it, and the pendant was shrouded in a transparent blue light curtain.

　　This is a protection measure set by the president to protect the rest of the members of the Holy Shield.

　　Kevin himself has reached level 1, the strength of his body is amazing, and his biased ability is still "damage reduction", which can greatly reduce the damage, so nuclear radiation does not have much impact on him.

　　Seeing this pendant, the three people around them suddenly became slightly condensed.

　　Actuating the spiritual power in his body, Kevin expanded the closed dark blue curtain, gradually covering the bound members of the human trafficking organization.

　　After two or three seconds, the light curtain quickly converged again, but it was only thin and close to the pendant.

　　There was no abnormal movement, but everyone present knew what these scumbags would experience in the future.

　　Simply dying is too cheap for them, and this is what they deserve.

　　"Let's go! Taking advantage of the response time of the human trafficking organization, we will pull out all the remaining important nodes." Kevin greeted the rest in a deep voice.

　　The group left.

　　This is the first cooperative action of all members of Divine Shield, and many people who have never experienced killing have made great progress.

　　Moreover, it also made the image of the president, the ancient extraordinary person, more and more clear in the hearts of everyone.

　　There is not only the kindness of going thousands of miles to save people, but also the harshness of punishing sins.

　　Kind, but never pedantic!

　　Being so personable and decisive, the members are more convinced and respected by him. This is our president, and this is the current president of Aegis!

　　……

　　Geoffrey, the police chief of the [-]th district of Bali, woke up from the big soft bed, with the seductive body fragrance of a woman still left beside him.

　　He saw that the sun was shining outside the window, and it was a beautiful day, which made him feel especially happy.

　　The [-]th arrondissement is on the banks of the Seine. It is a wealthy area, and he is also a wealthy person.

　　After washing up, I went downstairs to the restaurant. The chef had already prepared breakfast, and as soon as he sat up with his knife and fork, the servant brought up the latest newspaper - last night's.

　　Due to the impact of the Internet, the paper media has become more and more sluggish. It will take half an hour to be released this morning. At that time, he can just read in the office.

　　Jeffrey is a traditional person, and he doesn't like the fancy Internet in his heart. The place that is difficult to control is simply unbearable for him.

　　He likes the way it used to be. Only through newspapers can the bottom layer get a lot of information. Only the elites have the right to speak and discuss. The world will be much quieter and less chaotic.

　　A little swipe, nothing major, but there is another demonstration somewhere, and it will soon dissipate like a wave.

　　"These idiots! You deserve to be at the bottom of your life!"

　　He whispered disdainfully.

　　Don't think that the quality of this group of people is very high. A certain Gaul country is the boss, and he has insulted the commoners in public. Like this time, he is scolding behind his back, but it is only a pediatrician.

　　Packing everything up, Jeffrey sat in the car and was driven to the police station by the driver.

　　He closed his eyes all the way.

　　Gein was too "fuck" last night, um... two.

　　The car came to a stop in front of the police station, and the driver called in a low voice, "Sir, the front is blocked."

　　Jeffrey opened his eyes and saw that there were a lot of people blocking the entrance of the police station, all reporters and cameramen with long guns and short cannons.

　　"What's going on here? Merde! These reporters are like fucking hyenas!"

　　He scolded in a low voice, looked at his shiny hairstyle in the mirror in the car, and straightened his collar, showing a standard smile of eight teeth and one tooth, and then pushed the door down.

　　The sharp-eyed reporters had already spotted his car, and when they saw it came down, they rushed over immediately. Seeing this, the rest of the people also swarmed in and quickly surrounded it.

　　"Oh," Geoffrey smiled and waved: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd love to be interviewed by you, but please leave a little space for each other?"

　　To be sufficiently gentle and personable, this is his character.

　　Saying that in the past would have earned him a compliment, and then his image would have been strengthened again, but this time Geoffrey found that everyone was looking at him with a strange look.

　　Like ridicule, like disdain, like pity...

　　This made him feel particularly dazzling and uncomfortable, but he still kept on performing: "Just three questions? I still have to work, you know, it's not easy to maintain good law and order in District 16."

　　A bunch of reporters look at me, I look at you, but no one takes the initiative to ask questions for a while.

　　This series of abnormal phenomena made Jeffrey feel deeply uneasy. He didn't know what happened that he didn't know.

　　"I should check the news feed on my phone before I go out."

　　At this time, he realized the convenience of the Internet.

　　After a long while, a senior male reporter asked:

　　"Mr. Director, what do you think of the real evidence that you have received black money from a human trafficking organization, provided asylum for it, raped a girl and raped a girl, and watched bloody torture performances many times on the Internet?"

　　boom……

　　As if a bomb exploded in his head, Jeffrey only felt that his consciousness was blank, and all the sounds around him were moving away from him.

　　"How? How is it possible? Who would expose this?"

　　Shocked and frightened, only these few questions swirled in his mind, and the flash in front of him kept flashing, faithfully recording his gaffe.

　　The dangerous intuition he had sharpened for a long time woke him up. He tried his best to maintain his face and pretended to be dissatisfied: "Everything depends on evidence. I hope you don't believe in rumors. This is just an unprovoked attack. Please wait for the official investigation..."

　　He tried his best to deal with the reporters and squeezed out the siege, and he entered the police station in a rather embarrassed manner.

　　All the police officers are like statues, watching him silently, that kind of gaze, that kind of atmosphere, extremely depressing.

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　　Jeffrey tried his best to smile at the police officers who usually need to say hello to him, and then walked quickly to the office as if running away.

　　As soon as the door was opened, the situation inside was reflected in his eyes, causing his pupils to shrink unconsciously.

　　Colleagues of the same level, as well as fully armed special operators, are already waiting for him, and the seat that originally belonged to him is now being seated by a sturdy man wearing a uniform he has never seen before.

　　As soon as the door opened, the man's icy gaze came over.

　　Jeffrey was forced to stand still.

　　"Why do you do this?" Ambroise came, not in charge of this part, but he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

　　In a system, not everyone has no conscience.

　　Ambroise knew that corrupt forces existed in the official system of Gaul, but he never thought that it would be so serious!

　　When a large number of victims flocked to the official building of Bali, a Category [-] hurricane was destined to set off on the Europa continent.

　　And Ambroise was among them, and found his younger brother's daughter who had been missing for several years. At that time, he was still an ordinary secret service captain.

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　　Over the years, the appearance of the niece has changed a lot. Listening to her crying and recounting the experience of the past few years, Ambroise has the heart to tear the traffickers alive.

　　Facing the question, Jeffrey sweated profusely, but struggled and said stiffly:

　　"Why? I didn't do anything. What's the matter? It will have to wait until the specialized department investigates it thoroughly. I'm afraid it's not good for you to break into the office of an active police chief?"

　　Ambroise was furious, stood up suddenly, and slammed his fist on the table.

　　"boom……"

　　The huge muffled sound resounded through the office, and Jeffrey trembled in fear.

　　"How dare you make excuses!"

　　After roaring like a lion in anger, Ambroise reached out and took a gun to his waist.

　　Jeffrey immediately stepped back in a hurry, and the secret service member next to him also quickly held down the former's hand and persuaded him: "Minister! Don't be impulsive!"

　　The cheek muscles bulged out in anger, and Ambroise withdrew his hand in resentment.