I have to say that Comrade Lao Mo is the most legendary human being I have ever met in this life.

That's right, his experience could be written into a book.

But for sure, this guy is anything but a good guy.

From the earliest street quack, to the clinic-level color doctor, to the god stick level miracle doctor, and then to Syria for a period of time, war doctor.

Now, Lao Mo has found his true love Marilyn, and both went to Mexico to hide for a while, and then returned to the United States, and then recruited a group of Mexicans who were eating in the United States.

He started the old business of robbers again.

Human beings can't stop Lao Mo anymore.

Bang!

This guy actually fired another shot into the air. Then, perhaps the movement of the gun was so loud that he startled himself.

"I'm the next Ao!" Lao Mo was stunned and scolded.

Then, he shouted, "Do you hear it?" I want money! Money! Money! ”

THE SCENE IS NOW COMPLETELY HELD BY LAO MO.

He raised his gun.

Joseph took the Mexicans and guarded the different exits, and then they slammed the door open with great force under the small platform in the center of the hall, and pulled a crowd out of it.

Who are they?

Mr. May, the magician, Mr. Gruye, the big man, three elders, two fair-faced technicians, and three security personnel.

When these people first came out, they seemed to want to resist, but the Mexicans were fierce.

When the cold barrel was pointed at their heads, they were honest.

One by one, they only dared to stare at Joseph and the Mexicans with hateful eyes.

At this moment, two Mexicans ran to the high platform and took down Dodge, who was lying on the ground and convulsing.

Joseph glanced at Dodge.

"Poor Dodge, don't worry, your share, I will give you an extra 10% according to what I said in advance."

Said this.

Joseph turned his head and said in a loud voice to the people, "Now, in an orderly manner, take out the money that you have from you, and put it on the ground in front of you, and then put your hands behind your heads, bow your heads, and wait for our judgment." ”

The people trembled and feared in their seats, and they pointed at Joseph and Lao Mo, and scolded them as demons from hell.

Beside me, Qiao Sen turned his head to look at me and said with an incredulous gaze, "J, are these the people you arranged?" ”

I shook my head: "No. ”

Jossen: "Then they ......"

I said, "Mr. Johnson, please stay calm. The show is about to begin. ”

I glanced at it.

I didn't find Luluda......

This sudden robbery in this life will not make believers have even the slightest suspicion about their religion.

They will only believe, more and more, that this world has been ruled by demons.

It is not an easy thing to go astray and want to pull it out again, for people, it is no less than peeling off a layer of skin on the soul, and some people can't bear it, and they may go to extremes because of this.

Historically, throughout the ages, because of religion, and then to the people who plagued themselves, they went to the sea.

Finger-burning, caesarean section, suicide, mass suicide......

They don't know that in the world of feminine thinking, any physical injury that is overridden by one's own will is an unforgivable sin.

But there is an exception, sacrificing oneself for the sake of others, or for a greater purpose, and that does not fall into this category.

Anyone who wants to become a Buddha, an immortal, or something, if you use your own body to make trouble, it shows how big a clear heart you have.

That's the evil way!

But there are still many monks who regard the indifference to pain as a kind of so-called 'letting go'.

At the heart of religion is charity! On the basis of benevolence, we can make the Buddha's non-phase generosity and practice of great bodhisattvas, in order to embody the spirit of Taoism and benevolence in the world. in order to comprehend the supreme 'redeeming' power of My Son Jesus.

Benevolence begins with caring for oneself. But at the same time, it is necessary to deal with the balance between desire and love.

This subtle and constant struggle that comes from the heart is the subject of cultivation that accompanies a person throughout his life.

Mexicans clearly don't know how to caring.

They were holding a sawn, stout shotgun against Mr. May's head, and at the same time they shouted loudly and shouted in a language I did not understand.

At this time, Lao Mo walked down from the high platform with a cigar in his hand.

"Dear sir, please tell me where you hid your money!"

Lao Mo stretched out his hand and gently patted Mr. Mei's big face.

Mr. Mei gritted his teeth, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Ah, ......" is like a hungry dog, and he is about to bite Lao Mo's finger when he opens his teeth.

Lao Mo, non-idler, grit your teeth, I'll go to your uncle's land! Directly put the cigar head into Mr. Mei's mouth.

Yes......

Mr. May screamed in pain.

It's tragic, and people can't bear to look at it directly!

After abusing the murderer Mr. Mei, Lao Mo borrowed a gun from a Mexican brother, took the gun, and slowly pointed it at the faces of the elders.

He seemed to be pondering an idea.

At this moment, I suddenly smelled a wonderful aroma on the tip of my nose.

I looked up and looked up.

At the dome, several huge staggered exhaust pipes are releasing wisps of pale blue green smoke outward. And when the green smoke is released into the air, it forms such a wonderful fragrance.

I smell this faint fragrance, and my heart soars.

It has the familiar smell of 'mandala', and it has a beautiful nickname called "Hell Bell".

Mandala is a potent hallucinogen.

By smoking, a person can produce a so-called hallucination. And this hallucination comes from an abnormal electrical discharge in the brain.

Mandala can be hallucinogenic when used alone, but what if it is used together?

In addition, I noticed a special situation, that is, Lao Mo's behavior.

This goods, put it aside, but give him a hundred guts, and he did not dare to stuff a burning cigarette butt into the mouth of a living person.

Who gave him the courage to do so?

Who else could it be? Of course, the trail is up to the ground.

I see.

At this moment, Lao Mo suddenly turned his gun extremely fiercely, pointed at the believers present, and said loudly to the three elders: "I said money!" Give me the money! Otherwise, every minute, I will kill a believer. ”

The elders were frightened.

Trembling.

If they have money, can they not give it? But they didn't, and the money was sitting in Nelson's bank account.

I realized it was my turn.

Luluda has already designed everything for me!

I should have believed him.

So, I suddenly got up.

"Let's move in! Vicious maniac, what are you, coming at me! Spare the believers here, and in the name of God, I command you to put down your guns. ‘

As I spoke, I left my seat.

While I was leaving, there was an episode, that is, Rachel, who reached out and pulled me.

I turned my head.

Her gaze was full of worry, adoration, excitement, and a hint of intense reluctance.

Don't worry, girl!

I gave the knight a calm look.

I broke free of her and walked forward.

As I walked, another detail came to my mind.

Old Mo and Joseph have all shot in the air. But why, didn't you hit anything?

I smiled inwardly......

I strode along.

As he walked, in his eyes, a trace of perseverance and a trace of self-sacrifice and all the noble spirit for the public faded out.

The believers were stunned and stared at me dumbfounded.

The hallucinogenic effect of mandalas is very obvious, and I believe that their tense nerves, under the action of the drug, will definitely give birth to the so-called hallucinations.

I need this now, very much.

I continued walking.

But I didn't choose to go to Lao Mo, but went up, step by step, to the highest level.

Lao Mo looked at me in astonishment.

But to my surprise, his eyes were full of strangeness.

He......

Actually, you don't know me anymore.

It's impossible for you to know me.

Well, the only explanation for this situation now is that he has been tricked!

I'm more sure.

So, I walked up to the high platform.

Lao Mo gritted his teeth, took a gun, and followed me to the high platform.

At this time, I noticed that his steps were slightly staggering.

Fifteen seconds later, Lao Mo and I confronted each other on the high platform.

He had a gun in his hand, straight at my chest.

I went down close, observed Lao Mo, and I found that his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were full of madness, and he kept sticking out his tongue and licking his chapped lips, which showed that his heart was very hot and emotional. In addition, every four or five seconds, he would involuntarily close his eyes, and then open them quickly. This movement shows that he is now in a subtle state of vertigo.

I quickly analyzed the clues I saw.

Then I cried out, "Dear believers, I am the God who has descended, and tonight, I will sacrifice my life to save your souls and cleanse you of this terrible demon from the depths of Hell!" “

Lao Mo: "Phew! “

“FUCK！ You stupid genitals, I'll let you die first! ”

Lao Mo was ruthless, and pointed his gun at me.

I reached out and tore the collar of my shirt in one fell swoop, and I shouted, "Come on!" God will witness all this, I will die at the mouth of your gun, and then, the thoughts and cries of believers, will raise me again! Come on! ”

Old Mo Hao is welcome, bang!

He aimed me in the chest and fired a shot.

I was three meters away from him.

The muzzle of the gun sprayed a small fire dragon.

At that moment, I was filled with endless trust and gratitude to Luluda.

Guns, no bullets, bullets in the magazine, all empty bags!

I put my hands on my chest, and when I fell, the first thought that came to my mind was, how can blood be disguised?

Then, I screamed, clutched my chest, staggered, and fell to the ground in a sideways position.

What did Luluda do?

First, he had the gang tie him up. Then, he used his wizarding methods to stun a carload of people, and then, through the little golden retriever Celt, he repacked every bullet in the gun.

Next, I guess, Luluda will also give these people some kind of drug by the way.

Because of Marilyn, Luluda has been secretly controlling this small group of people. And, in the end, through step-by-step guidance, let them, unconsciously, become my assistants.

I fell to the ground, secretly bit my middle finger, and then, shamefully, squeezed the blood out and smeared it on my chest and shirt.

The crowd boiled.

Then I heard someone shouting: "Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection......"