Originally from the United States, Smith has spent more than a decade in a remote town where he is beloved by the locals.

He studied medicine and was a clergyman of a local church, often spreading the glory of God at the bottom of society, providing free medical care to some people in need, and sometimes giving some material help.

If Mao Xiong also makes a series of "Touching Mao Xiong" characters, what he does is eligible to be on the list.

Of course, he also has another identity, that is, an agent of the CIA in the United States.

In fact, it is almost an open secret that the United States has installed some people in various missionaries and charities to subvert the regimes of other countries, as long as you find those who preach some strange things in the name of missionary or charity, there is no doubt that they are that kind of people.

Smith came to this small town because it is adjacent to an important military factory in the woolly bear, where he can better gather intelligence.

Although it was impossible for him to get close to the military factory, some of the workers in that military factory were residents of this small city, and he could have access to the families of those workers, and even direct contact with those workers.

While he spreads the brilliance of God, he sometimes spreads the universal values advocated by Western society, such as the asterisk key, the asterisk key, and the asterisk key.

Of course, it depends on who you want to spread to whom.

And those who were chattering with God told them the splendor of God, and showed them the way in the name of God.

Those who hated the Kuomintang taught them universal values and attacked the emperor's dictatorship and corruption.

If you meet a fan of the Emperor, well, then you should praise the Emperor's iron-blooded pride. Then, well, the emperor is a good emperor, but the people below can't do it, and they have to find a way to expose those rebellious ministers and thieves.

If the other party is a staunch ruble fan, then it is best to do it, just take the money and smash it.

After more than ten years of intensive cultivation in this small city, he also developed dozens of local downlines and obtained a lot of valuable information.

Of course, as a clergyman of a church, Smith was also a devout believer.

On this day, when he was praying before dinner, suddenly a holy light came from under his neck, startling him, and he thought, "Could it be that I have done so much good lately, and I will become an angel and ascend to heaven?"

Although heaven is beautiful and the world is dirty, as a normal man, he still wants to be dirty for a few more years before he loses some ability, and he doesn't want to go to heaven so early.

Who knows if heaven is allowed to applaud love?

"Lord Almighty, I want to repent, I am guilty......" Smith hurriedly took remedial measures and said in repentance: "Yesterday afternoon, I made a mistake with a beautiful goat, and this morning, in the name of purifying my body, I tricked a little boy into having an unspeakable thing with me, please Lord must punish me, give me more time to stay here, let me continue to atone for my sins!"

The light did not fade, he felt an itch in his neck, and then he saw the cross he was wearing floating from below his neck.

And all the holy light emanated from the cross.

Smith was dumbfounded.

What is it?

What a miracle!

The cross broke free from him, and with a brilliant light, floated towards the gate.

A voice sounded in his head: "Camera, bring it." Yours, go with it. ”

Smith looked around, but didn't notice anyone else's existence.

"Could this be the angel's instructions?" he pondered in his heart, "but my God, what language school did this angel brother graduate from, and why does he have such a big accent?"

When that voice sounded in his head, he immediately ruled out that the Lord was preaching the gospel.

Just kidding, how could the Lord Almighty not even speak English standardly?

But an angel is an angel, and no matter how low an angel is, he is also an angel, and he must follow instructions.

How glorious it must be to be able to do things for the sacred? It is much more glorious than to do things for the country.

So when he was instructed, he took his high-definition camera and followed the direction in which the cross was floating.

When I got to the gate and opened the door, the light above the cross disappeared, but it was still suspended in the air, floating in one direction.

Smith was agitated and followed closely.

The cross took him around the town for more than a mile, and led him to a deserted corner, where he stopped on a worn-out broom on a garbage heap by some unknown person.

"This ...... This ......"

Smith was dumbfounded—what the hell was this? Did you bring him here just to find a worn-out broom?

Fortunately, he had also read a lot of Chicken Soup for the Soul, so he asked very reverently: "Lord Angel, do you mean that there are filthy corners in each of our hearts, so we need to have such a broom to sweep away those filth?"

The voice sounded in his head again: "Broomstick, yours, mount." ”

Smith was stunned—what the hell was this?

Wizard?

Riding a broomstick, do you still want to fly into the sky?

If it hadn't been for the light of the cross in the first place, he would have suspected that it was a heresy.

The angel's command could not be disobeyed, and he honestly picked up the dirty and worn broom that had been thrown on the garbage heap and reluctantly sandwiched it between his legs.

If you let those who know him well in the church know, they will wonder why this guy suddenly changed his taste and changed his broom to the broom for another day - is it because the goats in the church are not pretty, or is the little boy in the choir not cute?

"All glory be to my Lord, take off!"

The voice rang in Smith's head, and then he felt his body rise into the air as if he was being held up by something.

Flying, really flying!

He was frightened and frightened, his legs were clamped, and his hands were holding on to the broom, for fear that he would accidentally throw it off.

The broom carried him into the air and flew quickly in one direction.

Smith knew that direction, and that was the direction of the munitions factory he had been eyeing for more than a decade.

His heart was pounding: "What is this going to do? Is it to get rid of this military factory? Is it true that our country is really the chosen one? We are the people most favored by God?"

There are also doubts: "Isn't the Lord omnipotent? Seeing that Lao Maozi is not pleasing to the eye, just kill them directly, why be so petty?"

Studied but cannot comprehend.

But what God wants to do, that is the freedom of people, and he, as a believer, just does it.

To beep in your heart again is blasphemy against the Lord.