Zhou Lin

Zhang San is a thoughtful person. He knows that they will not be locked up for a long time in a cell like this that has neither a toilet (or even a bucket) nor any food residues on the ground.

The result was as he expected.

At three o'clock in the morning, about an hour after he and Shi Sanwen arrived, someone came...

The men were armed with guns and three pairs of plastic hand straps, and their intentions were self-evident.

Five minutes later, Shi Sanwen, Zhang San and Saleh were escorted to an "altar".

When he saw the so-called altar, Shi Sanwen almost laughed out loud, because he could tell at a glance that there was a statue of the Virgin standing in front of the altar, but the Virgin's face had been re-processed into a skull shape.

"Look at this statue... This base should have been the stronghold of the 'Steel Commandment' before." While kneeling in front of the altar, Shi Sanwen talked softly to Zhang San beside him.

"Ah..." Zhang San also responded casually, "I have noticed it a long time ago, but the general public has almost no knowledge of the internal information of the resistance organization two hundred years ago. They can use the resources at that time to explain it casually. It’s a lie.”

"But..." Shi San asked, "I still have some doubts..." He paused for half a second, and then said, "After the establishment of the Federation, the secret strongholds of the resistance organizations should have been discovered or controlled. Fang himself explained it; even if there are still a handful of strongholds that are not officially known, their security level is not something that civilian charlatans can easily discover and break through."

"It makes sense." Zhang San nodded, "But I don't think this doubt will bother us for too long..."

When he finished speaking, a man wearing a robe and a round scarf on his head appeared in their sight.

Master Nassar does not look young, at least over fifty-five, but among the folds on his face are a pair of radiant eyes.

These eyes are full of greed, lust, pride and shrewdness.

Shi Sanwen had seen countless people in his life, and he understood human nature, so... just by looking at Nassar for a moment, he already knew that this was a person he hated very much.

"Foolish common people! Be grateful!" Nassar opened his mouth with a speech tone. He looked down at the three people with their hands tied upside down and kneeling on the ground with a condescending manner, and said loudly, "Today, You are fortunate enough to be selected and become the living sacrifices offered to the ancestors by the Mu Shen Cult. Immediately... you will be able to escape the suffering of reincarnation in the world and hell, enter heaven, and become the servants of the great rulers!"

Regarding his nonsense, Shi Sanwen looked at him coldly. After he finished speaking, Shi Sanwen said, "Are you Nassar?"

puff--

Before he finished speaking, the guard who was pointing a gun at Shi Sanwen from behind kicked him hard. After kicking him, he scolded: "Untouchable! Who allowed you to talk to the master?"

"Hey~ Brother Buckler, don't be so rude." The next second, Nassar said to his subordinates in a very "generous" tone, "These people are just ignorant. They have to endure the same hardships as you in the past. He was blinded by lies because of the sins left by his ancestors, so he didn’t know the dignity of the ruler.”

When he said this, Buckler immediately bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, Master, your lesson is right. I will pay attention to it next time."

On the other hand, Nasar came to Shi Sanwen with a pleasant look and said with a smile: "Fan Shu, I am Nasar, the last descendant of the great ruler, the only spokesperson of God Mu in the world, you Do you have something to say to me?"

"Oh... I'm sure it's you, then it'll be easy." Shi Sanwen said as he used pure strength to easily break free of the ties on his hands and stood up.

Seeing this sudden change, Nassar did not show any panic and still stood there with a calm face. However, his men were very excited and made a noise at that time, shouting lines such as "Don't move". They all pulled their guns and aimed at Shi Sanwen, preparing to shoot.

"Quiet!" A few seconds later, Nassar opened his arms and shouted, instantly stabilizing the situation.

Then, he sneered, looked at Shi San and asked: "Brother, it seems... you still have some ability. Do you want to consider joining our Mu Shen Cult?" His tone and expression at this time were obviously different. Youyou pointed out, "As long as you sincerely convert, I guarantee that you can get the salvation that mortals in the world dream of here."

"Not interested." Shi Sanwen's answer was straightforward.

Nassar is not a person who is used to being rejected, so at this moment, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Hmph... Then there's nothing we can do..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Sanwen's wrist, "Hehehe..." The moment he successfully touched the other person's skin, Nassar felt relieved. This made him laugh relaxedly, "Since you are so stubborn...then please be a sacrifice!"

Although Nassar is only a parallel-level ability user, his ability is very powerful, and its effect is that it can quickly "die" the life that he touches with his palm.

At this stage, the criterion for judging his ability is "direct contact between his palm and the body of the target (usually a person)." In other words, it cannot be done through clothes. It must be in contact with the other person's skin to take effect. Of course , touching hair, muscles, mucous membranes or bones... it's all OK.

Using this ability, as well as the superhuman physical fitness of people with parallel abilities, Nassar has performed many "miracles" in front of the followers of the Muslim Sect.

At the moment, although he also saw that Shi Sanwen was probably a person with abilities, he did not think that the other party was very powerful, because Nassar felt that... a truly powerful person would not be defeated by his ordinary subordinates. He captured it, so he judged that Shi Sanwen was at most a paper-level ability user; and successfully grabbing the opponent's wrist also made Nassar more convinced that his physical skills were also superior to the opponent's...

At this moment, Nassar had already activated his ability. In his eyes, the other party was already a dead person; he only had to wait a few more seconds for Shi Sanwen to fall to the ground and die, then he would be able to resolve this small crisis and consolidate the situation again. One's own image in the eyes of believers.

However...

"Huh...isn't it a little long?" About five seconds later, Shi Sanwen still stood there as if nothing had happened, and asked Nassar a question in a relaxed tone.

"You..." At this moment, Nassar's hand still didn't let go of Shi Sanwen's wrist. Seeing that the situation was different, he hurriedly activated his superpower several times in a row.

"A person who can't even detect the energy protection on the body surface of a high-level ability user has quite a lot of self-confidence." When Shi Sanwen said this, several gun-wielding cultists standing behind him suddenly fell down one after another without warning. land.

Seeing this, Nassar quickly let go and retreated, staying away from the other party and saying, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Shi Sanwen replied, "It's just that they suddenly had a brain overflow."

Nassar didn't understand what the other party meant, but he had noticed that the ability user in front of him was far stronger than himself. He quickly ran to the exit and shouted on the way: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming. ah!"

Just when Nassar was about to run to the exit, suddenly! A violent urge to urinate hit him. He has never felt such a sudden, violent, and unstoppable urge to urinate in his life. If he considers the urge to urinate that "if he can endure it for another 30 seconds, he will feel like he will defecate on his pants" as One, then the comfort Nassar felt at this moment was about five.

This overwhelming pain made his legs weaken, and he rolled to the ground. He instinctively covered his abdomen with his hands, curled up into a ball, and kept moaning.

"No need to scream. Except for the four people here, there are no other living people in the entire base." As Shi Sanwen spoke, he leisurely helped Zhang San and Saleh untie their hands.

His words were not a bluff. During the hour he was imprisoned, Shi Sanwen had already determined through the information provided by Saleh and his own abilities that all the people in this base were Muslim believers. Therefore, in that second just now, , it was not just the few guards behind them who suffered from "brain overflow", but all the guards in the base.

"Do you know why I want to keep you?" When walking towards Nassar, Shi Sanwen slightly eased the other person's pain so that the conversation could start normally.

"Let... let me go..." Nassar did not answer the question, but began to beg for mercy impatiently, "I just make a living... If you are willing to let me go, I will pay you as much as you want..."

"Where are those women?" Shi Sanwen didn't listen to his continued nonsense, interrupted him directly and asked.

"Ha...haha...I understand! I understand!" Nassar burst out laughing when he heard this, "I'll take you there. They are all in the secret room below my villa. If you want it, it's all yours!" Obviously, he thought Shi Sanwen was a lecher, and as long as he gave in to him, his life could be saved.

While they were talking, Zhang San took out a smartphone from a dead guard, unlocked the screen with the deceased's face, and then walked up to Nassar with the phone: "Your villa Where it is, point it out.”

Nassar was very obedient and had no room for refusal. He quickly pointed out the location of his villa on the electronic map.

After getting the coordinates, Zhang San came to Saleh again, confirmed the authenticity of the address given by Nassar, and asked how many villas this guy had in total.

Shi Sanwen continued to interrogate Nassar himself and asked many details about the Muslim Cult, such as the process of his creation and development of this sect, the number of secret strongholds in the church, and the number of people besides the people here tonight. How many believers are there? Is there anyone other than Nassar who has opened branches in other places?

Shi Sanwen asked, and Saleh next to him was also listening. It didn't take long for this Muslim believer, who had always been very devout before being "sacrificially sacrificed", to realize that... everything he once believed in was completely gone. It's just a lie told by a liar, and it's not a very clever lie.

He burst into anger and cursed Nassar. If Zhang San hadn't pulled him away, he might have stepped forward and beaten Nassar to death.

However, his anger could not save anything. Saleh, who joined the Muslim sect, lost his job, donated his family property, and ran away from his wife in the past few months; in a sense, it was not a big deal if his wife ran away. It's a good thing, because if she hadn't run away, she might have become one of Nassar's many tools to vent his sexual desires.

Shi Sanwen and Zhang San could understand Saleh's grief and indignation, but they did not sympathize with him. After all...it was his own choice.

…………

At six o'clock in the morning, Hunter Ba returned to the hotel.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Shi Sanwen lying on the bed playing with a handheld device. The second thing he saw was... there was actually someone lying on the bed that was supposed to belong to him.

"So... was that the breakfast you prepared for me, or the late-night snack you had already eaten? Or both?" Hunter Ba, who was thirsty after running all night, could only use this kind of joke to relieve himself. The virtual fire gradually rose.

"That's a man." Shi Sanwen didn't even raise his eyelids when he replied.

Since the sleeping Saleh was covered tightly with the quilt, the hunter standing at the door did not see clearly whether he was a man or a woman on the bed.

But when he heard that it was a man, Lieba looked at Shi Sanwen with a strange look: "Oh... is that your midnight snack?" He paused, "You can't force someone like me to eat fried dough sticks. People should eat bananas instead, right?”

Shi Sanwen was not interested in this kind of straight-and-bent joke. He just curled his lips and replied: "It's a long story... Sit down and rest for a while, and listen to me tell you slowly."