As black smoke poured from the ventilation ducts above the stage, Senator Bernard Mullen sat upright in his classic velvet chair, thinking thoughtlessly about the children—the saints who had been sent to his charity.

The pastor had assured him that there would be no problems with the children, ("We just don't want to be misunderstood and stigmatized, after all...... You know, as the sect grows, there will always be people who are dirty at heart who are afraid that the glory of the angels will shine on their ugliness. That's what the senior pastor assured the senator. ）

Of course, Bernard Mullen never really believed in the divine mission of these gods, in fact, deep down, he felt that this demon sect should be a place for the devil...... And he was very unfortunate enough to fall into the devil's trap.

When the Adventists first approached him, he never thought he would end up like he would end up in this position: just as he never thought that the so-called "child of atonement" was a minor.

Who would have thought that a fifteen-year-old girl would be even more provocative than the top call girls of the expensive underground clubs? Bernard admits that he was dazzled by the girl's extremely beautiful ** at that moment, and he mistakenly thought that she, like many people he had met before, was just the kind of little dessert that the big establishment had sent him to please him.

And after he ate this "dessert" wrapped in □□, he finally realized what it was that could never be recovered.

The girl...... Or rather, the Adventists, left all the evidence behind, and Bernard realized that he had been bitten by a poisonous snake after seeing the photos and videos, as well as the girl's identity file.

One of the scariest things about trading with the devil is that you think you're going to find a way out, but one day you'll find that all your struggles end up in a swamp that gets deeper and deeper. Over the next few years, Bernard watched as the Advent grew and he had several beautiful children in his bed.

Bernard didn't turn them down, he knew he couldn't—if he couldn't show his loyalty to the Adventists, no one knew where the photos and videos would be.

He thought that the overly mature girls were already the ugliest part of the Adventists (after all, every girl was so devout and eager to serve him, an old man who was almost sixty years old—it was said to be a form of atonement for the sins of this world), but he really didn't expect that there were even younger children...... The thought of the panicked faces of the children as they were put in the car made Bernard feel as if his whole body was immersed in ice water, and he almost couldn't control his vomiting, after all, several of them were not much different in age from his granddaughter.

(This is the last time - the last time!)

The senator said in his mind as he faced the stage, his gaze hollowly sparkling over the singers whose eyes were shining with fanaticism.

It was precisely because of his soul that when those black smoke were billowing out like a devil, he thought in a trance that this was some kind of stage effect with unique taste. Fortunately, after a few seconds, the other high-ranking audience members in the main hall began to scream in panic, which somewhat brought him back to his senses.

The curtain that fell from the ceiling to the floor was the first to catch fire, and the black smoke wrapped in golden-red flames spread from top to bottom, and the flames on the curtain soon set fire to the wallpaper, and the extremely beautiful scarlet wallpaper burned almost instantly, and the walls soon burst into layers of black bubbling, and the smoke soon filled the hall, and the shattered glass ornaments and the molten metal angel statues (most of them were made of hollow iron sheets) made a sharp cracking sound in the heat, but the sound was drowned out by the screams and wails of the crowd。 In the course of a minute of the sermon, the hall that had previously seemed magnificent, solemn, and solemn turned into a human purgatory, with shards of wood, porcelain, and metal bursting in the smoke, sound and electrical equipment exploding, and blinding fires flashing above the smoke.

"Damn it, damn it—Mr. Senator, go here!"

Mr. Senator was propped up by two Adventist priests beside him before the lights went out completely, and for Bernard, these two priests have been his watchmen and collaborators for so many years, and the senator's approval rating has risen by nearly 40% in the past few years, and most of this has come from the help of Adventist priests. At this moment, thanks to the Children of Light, two Adventist priests who were far younger than the senator became Bernard's bodyguards at this moment, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, the priest hooked the senator's arm and ran through the crowd towards the emergency passage. The senator felt limp under his feet, but at this moment he couldn't determine whether it was because he had lost his strength from panic or because he was actually stepping on a human body that had fallen in the stampede.

"Boom—"

There was another deafening explosion, and the senator felt as if he had been whipped by the devil, and the sharp pain tore at the right half of his face, while at the same time he heard a muffled grunt, and then the priest on his right fell limply.

"For the sake of the Children of Light!"

The senator smelled a strong smell of blood, which was able to pass through the foul-smelling smoke and pour into the senator's nostrils precisely because its source was so close at hand.

"Let's—"

Neither the senator nor the other priest paid any attention to the unfortunate man who had fallen, not because their conscience was in trouble, but because in this case, no one could do anything other than run for their lives.

"Help—help—"

However, in some cases, "running for your life" is just a futile struggle.

Before he could reach the emergency exit, the senator saw the situation not far away from the light from another explosion, and the crowd that had rushed to the emergency exit was crowded at the doorway, some of whom had already been trampled on the ground without moving, while others were lying on their own bodies, and their hands were hard to break the handle of the emergency gate.

"Click......"

The crimson door screeched as people pulled in despair, and a crack about ten centimeters wide appeared......

It's just a crack in the door.

An iron chain locked the emergency gate firmly, and no one knew what was going on, they only knew that the door could not be opened.

"Ahhh......hhh Help ......"

Miserable screams, cries, and the sound of fire beeping and burning rolled in the smoke.

The senator's breathing became rapid, his eyes were bursting with tears, and with each breath, the hot air made his trachea burn like pain.

He ripped off his tie and tied it to his mouth, hooked his waist, and walked to the other side without hesitation.

"No, sir...... The door over there has collapsed!"

The priest grabbed Bernard's hand and shouted.

"I know, but ...... cough cough cough ...... That road doesn't work!" said the senator, "Somebody wants us to die here!"

Even Bernard himself was amazed at why his mind was so clear at such a time.

His instincts, which had helped him so much over the years, told him that the emergency door was deliberately locked.

"But, Mr. Senator—"

The priest seemed to want to say something more, however, a new explosion began.

Bernard saw only a burst of red light, a dazzling red light, and then a ball of fire grazed his cheek, and the priest's face froze in the red light—the fireball was really nothing more than a fragment, maybe some part of the wooden frame, and the flames enveloped it, directly □□ his brain from the priest's eye socket.

"Poof......

Bernard could even hear the small, moist sound.

The priest stood there, his body stiffened, as if his soul were still stubbornly resisting the exorcism for a moment, and then, his hair and robes were set ablaze by the splashing sparks. He fell like a flaming torch, his body twitching in the bright red light.

The senator staggered back a few steps, and he stared blankly at the priest's corpse in a trance.

This is not a normal flame......

He heard a voice in his head speaking to him.

It was a punishment for those deals he made with the devil.

He thought.

About three seconds later, the senator fell, and at the same time as he fell, a beautiful crystal glass fell from mid-air.

It was a large shard of glass, very heavy, and it fell on the senator's body, and in just a split second, the senator was cut precisely in two pieces from the middle of the torso, the left and right faces, the left and right halves, the left and right legs...... Coincidentally, this precise cut is undoubtedly a miracle, but the sad thing is that the senator's body was found so badly charred by the ensuing fires and explosions that no one knows how precise his body was once in two halves.

And at the same time that glass fell from the sky—Calvin was standing on the outside of the locked emergency door in the hall.

He looked at the hands sticking out of the cracks in the door, the pampered palms, the expensive watches on his wrists, the priceless jewels on his fingers, the growing blue skin, and the large amount of blood...... At first, the outstretched arm always struggled with great strength, trying to break the brass lock of the chain with his fingers, but it was not long before the outstretched arm gradually drooped down, and blood flowed from under the shattered nails, leaving a dark stain of blood on the thick carpet.

Everything was like a dream.

Calvin rubbed his fingers with the key to the brass lock.

There was not a hint of expression on his face. The heat poured out from the other end of the hall, making the skin on Calvin's cheeks feel dry and tingling. Successive explosions came from all corners of the church, some very loud and some slightly more distant.

Calvin had found a large amount of cleaning agent in his previous cleaning storage room - dark blue bottles, yellow labels, and Calvin had not missed the warning about the flammability of the detergent.

He didn't waste a single drop of detergent. 166 Reading Network