I hid behind the engine compartment of the car, a position where a sniper rifle could not penetrate and there was no danger of any explosion. The rainy sky continued to rain lightly, and the visibility at 4 o'clock in the afternoon was like evening. I wanted to play on this self-righteous sniper for a while, but suddenly there was a faint smell of blood wafting through the air. In the rain, the faint smell of blood wafting from the village made me immediately alarmed.

I pulled out the latex gloves from my backpack and blew into a full hand. Let it sit carefully on top of the car machine cover.

As expected, the other party apparently noticed my unintentionally exposed hand for the first time, a whistling bullet was hitting the latex glove, and I quickly pulled back the shattered glove and let out a painful *.

"Haha, you dare to pretend to be a captain in Guinea, it's really an early death!" In the other party's smug tone, there was grammar that I didn't understand, I thought it was French, and I also knew that the person who spoke now was the boss who sold me expensive cigarettes.

It's a strange land, and it seems like everyone who walks around you will stab you with a fatal stab at any moment. I used to doubt him, but in the end I chose to believe it, but I didn't expect that it was really this guy who came to ventilate in advance and ambushed me here. And this boss is also in the same group as the big black man, maybe the grocery store is the location where the group is responsible for ventilation and communication in Kangkang.

The owner of the grocery store was hiding in a room not far away and apparently heard my painful *. Talking to another person next to him in French, the sniper no longer hid his existence, lying on the second floor and talking to the grocery store owner without hesitation.

I sneered in my heart, held the sniper rifle in my hand and suddenly appeared on the spot, a whistling bullet directly hit the sniper's head directly along the gap in the wallboard, almost at the same moment, I pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle to withdraw the bullet, and the second bullet automatically jumped into the magazine from the *, and then shot out.

The thin wooden board room could not stop such a powerful bullet, and the bullet penetrated the wooden board directly and hit the person who was talking to the grocery store owner.

Hearing the sound of the body falling to the ground, I quickly ran from behind the car and punched the terrified grocery store owner to the ground.

The black man I hit had not yet breathed, but the entire organ in his abdomen had been smashed, leaving only his eyes to move, and his mouth struggling to open and close. I took out the dagger and wiped it directly on his neck, ending his sin and pain, then turned to look at the grocery store owner with a bloody face, slowly stabbed a dagger into his calf, and pulled it horizontally.

Before he could scream in pain, I shoved a lump of mud into his mouth.

Blood gushed out from the severed calf, and the musculature was like a bloody piece of rotten cotton yarn, squeezed into a ball and exposed.

"I ask you to answer, and if you call, I will pierce ten holes in your mouth with a sharp dagger. "I pointed the tip of the general's dagger into his eyes and slowly pushed in, watching his pupils, which had narrowed out of fear, stop at a distance of only two millimeters from his eyes.

This method of coercing confessions is enough for a person like him, who has no training and no faith.

Pulling the mud out of his mouth, I snorted at him.

"Tell me, what about the little girl?"

The grocery store owner was like a defeated rooster, his head drooping, and his wound was grinning because it was being pulled.

"On the altar. ”

"Altar?" my heart felt like it had fallen into the abyss.

"What altar, who are you?"

"Aum Truth. ”

As soon as he spoke, my instincts, which had always been with me, came to mind. Fear travels upwards from the tail vertebrae like an overcharge. This cult, which has caused countless tragedies, has terrified people all over the world, and the Crusaders and the Aum Christians have actually appeared in Africa one after another!

He is not a faithless minion at all, he is a member of the most determined cult in the world!

"Where's the altar?" I asked, and the grocery store owner seemed to have endured the pain by some magical power, and his expression changed as he saw me. I slashed the dagger at his calf again, and he just laughed, no longer in pain.

I have an instinctive fear of these cult members. These people don't play by the rules at all, and they act in a weird way and have no trace of attacking them.

I watched his increasingly terrifying smile and simply wiped his neck. The corpse collapsed limply on the ground, and I was secretly relieved.

Following the smell of blood, I finally noticed that in a stone room on the left side of the village, the smell of blood was the heaviest.

I opened the pistol safe, strapped my sniper rifle on my back, and cautiously reached inside. In front of a cellar, the strong smell of blood came out again. Some of my poor ears heard chanting like an ancient mantra.

I kicked the door open and raised my gun to kill the chanter who turned his head in surprise, and the other person who was performing the ceremony was also shot in the head and fell into the fire, and the nerves that were not dead twitched violently with the flames.

"Don't kill me, I didn't offend your sir. The big black man who was going to buy Mesa raised his hands and prayed with horror in his eyes.

"Is this Aum Shinrikyo?"

"Yes ... Yes sir, but I'm not, I just provide them with little girls every week as they ask. ”

On the altar, the little girl he snatched was tied to the stone platform at this time, her whole body was completely hollowed out, and the blood stains that did not dry up flowed down the stone platform to the fire below, making a slight sizzling sound from time to time. The little girl's eyes were wide open, and there was a look of horror and pain on her face.

I walked over, closed the little girl's eyes, and put the little girl into the raging fire, so that her soul could be tempered by the fire and leave this dirty, sinful land.

"I thought of a way to kill you. I smiled cruelly at the big black man, smashing his jaw with an uppercut.

Half an hour later, the big black man died of convulsions on the stone platform of the sacrifice, his internal organs were completely hollowed out, and his whole body was cut by a knife.

I stepped out of this so-called altar, poured the big black car into the house, pricked the gas tank with a dagger, and set the car on fire along with the house.

On the way back, my heart still ached.

Africa, this is a continent where so much sin and squalor is hidden!