In the room, more than a dozen soldiers were forming a fan and pointed their guns at the two people sitting on the sofa in the living room.

However, the room was already very crowded to accommodate more than a dozen people, so the space to get out of the way was limited, Chen Mo and the two stepped forward, and the big horse golden knife stopped there, leaving no place for Brant at all.

Facing the two high-ranking priests who were one level higher than him, Brant had to stand silently behind the two, but the fists behind his back were clenched fiercely, and his lowered eyes were full of hatred.

Brandt's small movements naturally couldn't hide Chen Mo, who felt keenly, even if he turned his back to him, Chen Mo could clearly feel his every move, but Chen Mo was not in the mood to consider his feelings.

Glancing at the Pope's speech being played on TV, Chen Mo turned his head to look at Elo Patterje sitting on the sofa, and said in a cold voice with an expressionless face.

"Priest Paterjie, Brant has reported that you are hiding contraband, according to the regulations, we are now going to search your residence, please cooperate."

Iroh Patterje sat on the sofa, and when he heard this, he turned his gaze, passed through the gap between Chen Mo and John Pesston, and looked at Brant behind him.

Brandt met his gaze without flinching, but to his surprise, there was no anger or hatred in the eyes of Iroh Patterje looking at him, but rather flat, as if there was no emotion contained in it.

This......?

This is completely different from what Brandt imagined, it stands to reason that he was exposed by himself, and he should hate himself very much, how could he not react at all, as if there was no emotion.

No emotion?!

Brandt couldn't help but be surprised, and a faint bad premonition was born in his heart.

However, Chen Moke didn't care what he thought, and directly waved his hand and ordered a group of soldiers to start searching.

The space in the room was limited, Chen Mo did not let in the dozens of soldiers guarding outside, it was enough to have these dozen or so soldiers in the room, and with their two high-ranking priests here, there was no need to worry about Airo Patterjie resisting.

More than a dozen soldiers immediately put away their weapons, went into each room separately, and searched carefully.

Brant also wanted to go inside to search in person because of the uneasiness in his heart, but as soon as he raised his foot, he was stopped by Chen Mo before he could take a step.

"Priest Brandt, you don't have to go yourself."

Brant was unwilling to stop like this, and retorted with a straight face.

"I'm worried that they'll miss something, or am I ......"

Just before he finished speaking, Chen Mo interrupted him directly.

"Priest Brandt! As a whistleblower, you should avoid suspicion! ”

Chen Mo's voice was cold, and after scolding him in the tone of his superior, he turned his head and said to John Perston beside him.

"Priest Pesterton, since Priest Brant is not at ease, please search for it yourself."

John Perston nodded slightly, without looking at Brandt, and turned around and walked to the room inside.

John Perston, the strongest of Jehovah's priests, had the best observation and intuition, and had the best mission record, so Brant could no longer insist that he conduct his own search.

However, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger, but he could not say what the problem was.

In anxious waiting, the search ended quickly, but it turned out to be nothing.

"Impossible! Let me search again! ”

Brant really couldn't accept this result, he saw Iroh Patterje take a book out of the church building, he was still excited, full of hope to take this opportunity to make a great achievement, promoted to high priesthood in one fell swoop, at this time suddenly heard that nothing was found, Brant couldn't help but look incredulous, and loudly questioned.

Just after he finished speaking, the scene fell silent instantly, and everyone in the room, including Chen Mo and John Piston standing in front of him, Ielo Patterje and Mary O'Brien sitting on the sofa, and the soldiers who had searched around all looked at him.

John Pesson had already searched it himself, and he insisted on searching for it himself as a whistleblower, which was very abnormal in itself, and his reaction just now was not like the state of a person using "Bossian", but like, an emotional criminal!

"What's wrong?"

Brant didn't notice his anomaly, and when he saw everyone looking at him, he asked with some confusion.

Chen Mo looked at him with cold eyes and walked in front of him.

"Priest Brandt, I suspect that you have feelings now, please stand still and cooperate with the inspection!"

"What?! How could I ......"

Brandt looked incredulous and couldn't help but raise his hand to explain.

Who knew that at the moment when his hand was raised, more than a dozen soldiers pointed their rifles at him in unison, and John Peston instantly slid out two classroom pistols from his cuffs and pointed the muzzles at his vital point.

The sweat on Brant's head came down in a flash, and he was pointed at a dozen rifles and the twin guns of the senior priest, and he didn't dare to move any longer, his hands froze in the air, neither daring to continue to lift them, nor daring to put them down casually, just fixed diagonally in the air.

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

Chen Mo ignored him, walked straight to him, and pressed his hands on the pockets on both sides of his system.

The touch on his waist and abdomen told Brant that there was nothing in his pocket, but he found that Chen Mo's expression in front of him suddenly changed, just when he felt wrong, Chen Mo had already stretched out two fingers and reached into his pocket, before Brant could react, the next moment, Chen Mo's fingers had been withdrawn, and between his two fingers, there was a palm-sized book!

"Priest Brandt! You're under arrest! ”

……

In the church building, in the office of Vice President Dupen, Chen Mo stood at Dupen's desk with John Peston and Ielo Patterjie, while Brant, who was handcuffed, was grabbed by the arm by two soldiers and stood aside.

"Priest Jade, what's going on?"

Dupont sat behind the large desk, looked at the handcuffed Brant and asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, we searched the residence of Priest Paterje on your orders and found no contraband."

Chen Mo's tall and slender body stood straight in front of Du Peng, and there was no trace of emotion on his cold face.

"But there was something unusual about Father Brandt's behavior during this period."