People have to bow their heads under the eaves, not only because of the situation, but also because the memories engraved on his body remind Huang Qisheng all the time that he can't afford the price of disobedience no matter what. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Huang Qisheng is extremely cooperative, answering all questions, knowing everything and saying everything, for fear that the nightmare will come again, although East's office is different from the secret service department, but I believe that these agents have profound attainments in torture. Huang Qisheng didn't want to experience it again anyway.

Huang Qisheng wanted to cry without tears, he couldn't resist, he could only obediently follow the requirements of others, and go everywhere everything he knew, as for what was kept secret or not, what the motherland was not the motherland, he couldn't care about it at all, he just begged not to experience that nightmare again.

After everything was explained, Huang Qisheng was finally released, he dragged his soft body back home, he fell on the bed and never wanted to get up again.

I thought that when I arrived in the United States, I would be safe, free, and able to sleep peacefully, but as a result, American agents also came to the door and asked about new things.

Sometimes Huang Qisheng wondered if he owed Fang Xin a lot of money in his previous life, so he would have to be tortured by Fang Xin all the time in this life, and he would always be shrouded in Fang Xin's shadow, even if he ran to the other side of the earth, he still couldn't get rid of Fang Xin's shadow.

I knew it was like this......

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Portland, Angel Society Headquarters

Two agents from East's office are waiting to be seen with Saint Matthew.

"Wood, do we need to bow down when we see this saint?"

"Depending on the occasion, if he makes a posture of a pope receiving him and makes two rows of angels to support the scene, cooperate with him."

"But...... We need to ......," said Abel, who was eating Ai Ai, and the prostrations were as far away as if they were something in a legend.

"Work! It's work! We are just extras who cooperate with him to set off the atmosphere, don't think so much, don't have so many whys. ”

"Okay...... It's just part of the job. Abel tried to convince himself,

"If you're still mentally uncomfortable, then imagine if you went to see the Pope, I mean, really the Pope, would you bow down? Will you kiss the Pope's hands and leather shoes? ”

"Although I'm not a Catholic, I think I will. That's the Pope after all! ”

"Okay, then you can think of Matthew as the pope of Protestantism."

"But he's not!"

"Come on, there are at least one and a half million angels across the United States now."

"So much?"

"Well, it's just angels, almost every class of angels means a church, you can count yourself, how many Protestants Matthew will probably lead."

"This ......"

"Now! In the USA! Matthew is a veritable saint, and there are many people who refute what the president says, but Matthew's words will not! ”

“...... This...... Why is this happening......"

"Don't forget, this is the United States, neither Europe, nor the United Kingdom, nor Russia, where 65% of the population is Christian. Matthew captured the hearts of purebred whites, and in the battle against the Star-Moon Cult, blood and fire forged a laurel crown on his head, and he was a saint in the hearts of American Christians. ”

While they were talking, they saw an angel come out, dressed in a pure white robe, with white wings on his back and golden hair, which made him look more holy and holy.

"The saints have called, please come with me."

Following the angel, the two agents walked into the cathedral of the Angel Society step by step, along the way, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, there were heavily armed angels everywhere, and from time to time someone checked them, and the two were repeatedly searched and checked over and over again.

"I'm so sorry!" The angel who led the way was modest, with a bit of the humility and compassion of a priest. "The infidels don't want to hurt the saints all the time, and we have to be vigilant all the time, and even so, we still have three car bombs, two drone bombs, and one helicopter bomb in the past two months."

"Oh my God! This is the United States, not Syria! Abel sighed in surprise.

"If it's Syria, what awaits us may be a sixth Middle East war."

"Can't the police and the National Guard stop it?"

"Mixing a grain of rat droppings into a rice jar and throwing a rat into a china shop always takes more effort to find them, as well as legal and procedural constraints, so the most effective way is to take up arms and take the initiative to attack."

As he spoke, the angel stopped and pushed open a tall door.

Under the towering dome, sunlight casts down like a pillar of light, diagonally through the empty hall and envelops a throne on a high platform.

On the throne sat a contemplative angel, his head propped up on his elbows, his white wings tucked behind his back, and he hung haphazardly on his seat, shining in the sunlight and filled with an indescribable mystery. From the seats to the doorway, two rows of angels carrying M27s and wearing golden bullet chains stood solemnly on either side.

Wood and Able glanced at each other, and they entered the audience mode in unison, and they respectfully walked into the hall, and ten steps before they reached the throne, they were stopped by the dark barrel of the gun.

"Dear saints, I offer you my most devout respect, and I hope you will lead believers to cleanse evil and create the kingdom of God on earth as soon as possible." Wood got down on one knee, and Abel behind him did the same.

"What did Paulson ask you to do again?? Is there any latest information about the Xingyue Extremist Sect? ”

"Dear saint, this time Professor Charles hopes to get more experimental samples, and it is best to give us two dozen wings."

"Charles always wants to inquire about the Lord's gifts, and he is delusional, and he will not get any results."

"Dear saints, your gifts show the glory of the Lord!"

"Okay, you can take the wings, but get the latest information as soon as possible."

"Rest assured, Pausson is also a believer in the Lord, and trust in his piety."

The angel on the throne didn't say anything more, and waved the two agents away.

With two dozen wings, Wood and Abel hurried back to the base, and Charles, who was looking forward to it, took all the wings away as soon as possible.

In a laboratory deep inside the base, Charles appeared with his newly acquired wings.

"Charles, have the new wings arrived?" Joey asked.

"Uh-huh! We have, but we're starting to experiment. What experiments are we going to do this time...... "Charles is a little difficult, there are too many experiments to do now, and there are not so many wings, which experiments should be cut off?"

"In the future, we can try multicellular cloning, or xenograft cross-rejection reactions, or compatibility complex anti-host experiments......"

"Nope! No! No! Charles suddenly remembered something, "Maybe we have a more valuable experiment that we have to do." ”

"What's that?"

"A very, very interesting, and very, very meaningful experiment ......"