I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Golden Banyan State.

Maintaining his invisibility, the specialist strode towards the iron door before him. As he lifted his leg, the lightweight alloy exoskeleton on his body moved with him. Then, several ripples appeared in front of him, and he walked directly into the room.

This assassin exoskeleton armor was designed to complete various special assassination missions. Its specialty is making the target look like they died of natural causes. If it weren't for his many years of work experience, he probably wouldn't have heard of this armor in his lifetime.

In the past, the Federation relied on it to deal with many politicians who were not suitable to be directly killed. Although it sounds absurd, the specialist had indeed seen some politicians with ideals and aspirations in his past work, and a few of them could really cause trouble.

And the assassin armor was prepared for them.

The specialist raised his head and looked around the room. Chen Yun's residence looked simple, as if it had never changed since the initial decoration was completed. Apart from the most basic furniture, there was nothing to be seen.

He then walked inside, first wandering around the other rooms, which were decorated as simply as the living room.

The specialist entered Chen Yun's bedroom.

She was sitting at her desk with her head down, seemingly doing something.

He continued to observe. The entire room also lacked any personality, even to the point of being plain, and there was nothing related to the Holy Church in the entire room, which was uncommon for a priest of her age.

Moreover, there were no cheap entertainment products in the room, not even a television. Her phone was casually placed on the bedside table. According to the intelligence they collected, this priest spent no more than three hours a week browsing the internet, and it was basically focused on serious matters.

If considering that she was a believer, such a performance would not be considered strange, but the homes of those people often have many ritualistic symbols with strong religious colors.

The specialist walked behind Chen Yun and looked down.

She was reading a 17th-century philosophical book, *On Morality*, and the shelf in front of her desk was filled with all kinds of thick books, including a few religious classics such as *The Road Back*, but more of them were academic books that the specialist couldn't understand at all.

The specialist walked to the side and began to carefully observe Chen Yun's face.

Although he had seen her in photos beforehand, and had seen her from afar several times during this period, he still felt a bit of regret at this moment—a faint sadness that such a beautiful thing was about to wither.

He even understood for a moment why the Church rejected their proposal, and why Ma En maintained a long-term relationship with her alone in the entire orphanage. If it were him, he would have made the same choice.

He was destined to be attracted by this holy face.

Beep beep…

"Subdue Chen Yun and send a photo of her severed left hand. Be prepared to destroy the body at any time."

The specialist was startled by the command that appeared before him, then immediately reacted and, driven by instinct, activated the stun signal transmitter on his arm used for subduing.

But when he raised his hand, a strong feeling of unbearable pain and desecration surged into his heart.

Should he destroy such a beautiful thing? No, no rational and conscientious being could do such a cruel thing. It would be a heavy loss for the entire world. This behavior would make him spend the rest of his life in regret, and his soul would not be at peace after death.

"What are you waiting for?" A few words appeared on the armor's panel. "Execute the order. Ma En is more dangerous than we imagined."

Wait, this should be the Church's defense mechanism. I couldn't possibly have such absurd and ridiculous thoughts. How can a civilian's life be compared to the interests of the great Federation?

He must act before he loses his mind.

Relying on the excellent qualities of his years of training, the specialist tried hard to overcome his resistance, laboriously raised the exoskeleton armor towards Chen Yun, and activated the stun gun function for subduing.

Golden wings raised high, filling the specialist's entire vision.

In the next moment, he deeply realized how bad his situation was.

Two beautiful angels quietly appeared on either side of Chen Yun, their outstretched wings isolating the saintess from them, seemingly not wanting to disturb her from continuing to read.

At the same time, Ian looked at the specialist with angry eyes:

"Do you know what kind of crime you are committing?"

"I know," the specialist replied in a trembling voice.

Silence.

Because the two angels saw the middle-aged man, who was full of sins, kneeling down in the middle of them with a painful expression, tears of remorse flowing from his tightly closed eyes, and his expression becoming worse and worse.

He saw the two angels, and at that moment realized one thing—that they didn't look as holy and beautiful as in the murals.

Or rather, in the eyes of the specialist who had just witnessed Chen Yun's profile, they were not holy. On the contrary, these two angels were as ordinary as him at this moment, as if around that young lady, even the incomparably dazzling light on the angels had dimmed.

Then, a burst of tearing pain constantly surged in his chest, and countless scenes of him successfully killing Chen Yun涌 out in his mind, letting him see with his own eyes what unforgivable sins he had almost committed.

The angels saw him start to cry loudly on the spot, completely disregarding any face, like an infant abandoned by his parents without any ability to resist, and he was still crawling towards the middle of them, the eyes looking at the place where his eyes were blocked ignited with a plea for forgiveness.

"I am guilty…" the specialist murmured in a low voice, "I would actually attack such a holy and noble person. How terrifying would it be if I had really harmed half a hair on her head…"

Ian and his companion looked at each other, somewhat unable to understand the ugliness revealed by this assassin at this time. They had actually been prepared to deal with the attack for a long time. No matter what, the specialist could not really hurt Chen Yun. The worst result would be that the Archangel would personally descend to solve the problem.

But the scene before them was beyond their expectations. The specialist's performance seemed to be really tormented by his own behavior and thoughts, and he had become a bit crazy. This appearance made him more like a mental patient.

Ian looked back at Chen Yun, then turned to his companion and said:

"I don't think he's pretending."

The female angel nodded slightly, then revealed a clear expression:

"Don't you understand yet, Ian?

"The situation is obvious…

"This is His will…

"What we are facing is a miracle."