Thanks to the Imperial Rangers, Kadobo, and the Battle of the Heavenly Dragons, what kind of brother is the truth for the reward......

"We are all gods who have awakened from their slumber in the cracks of time and space, and this world is no longer our world. We have to be more careful to hide and not let anyone discover our traces again......"

As the words fell, the entire garden of the gods continued to vibrate gently. Disappear in place, hidden without a trace.

The familiar American atmosphere is in full swing, and the dense rainforest is everywhere. In this kind of place, Wen Fei has a strong feeling. That is the vitality between heaven and earth, restless, too public, and seems to have the point of being too vigorous and wantonly overflowing.

Lewdness, this word in ancient times meant overflow. Lewd rain and obscenity. And this place is too lewd and overflowing with that kind of life.

So much so that all living creatures, animals can't wait to grow and grow. And then at the same rate, materialize and age.

Dark green and light green, with different green components, constitute an incomparably complex world, densely covering all directions, stacked into the deepest landscape in the field of vision.

If you get closer, you will find a shadow-like shadow of a black tree trunk far and near, and the light shines through the occasional gap between the leaves, dyeing the surrounding area a new green, and also setting off the almost inky black of the rest of the place.

Dust rises and falls under this occasional light, flecks of light fall on and under the knotted roots, and rivers and pools of water wind across the ground, running through the entire green world.

Except for green, there is almost no room for any other color!

This time, they settled in a famous tourist city by the sea, and they didn't know how much better than the base hidden deep in the dense forest last time.

But far away, Master Wen had already seen the statue of a god on the top of a mountain in the distance.

The freighter docked at the wharf, and Master Wen and his men quietly disembarked. No one even paid much attention to any ocean-going vessel, as long as it docked. All the seafarers who are fine. They can't wait to get off the ship, and they don't even want to stay on the boat for a second longer.

As soon as they got off the boat, a few sneaky guys intercepted Wen Fei and his party: "Hey, work, it looks strange." Well, do you have any good stuff with you? I can give a fair price. ”

Master Wen was a little dazed, but fortunately, Quinn stood up. The fierce god said viciously: "Boy, do you even dare to rob Old Jack's business?"

"Old Jack?" the faces of several people changed slightly, and they didn't have time to say anything more. Among the few cars on the side of the street that had been parked for a long time, there were a few guys wearing colorful clothes and shorts and slippers walking over.

In fact, stopped Wen Fei and his party. It's all pretty much dressed up, too. It's reminiscent of a tropical seaside city. You don't have to go far from the pier to see the beautiful beaches.

When the people in the car came over, the guys who stopped Wen Fei and his party were obviously gangsters, and they were completely panicked. Until an old man with a straw hat came over, the thugs simply knelt on the ground with a puff and shouted, "I'm sorry." Old Jack, we didn't know it was your guest!"

Old Jack with a straw hat didn't look very old, but he was thin and even a little hunchbacked. If it weren't for the fear and fear that these gangsters were looking at, I'm afraid no one would have thought that such a guy would have such a "prestige".

"Even God forgives the mistakes of the ignorant. Old Jack said with a smile.

A few gangsters were pardoned. He stood up, nodded his head constantly, and said, "Thank you so much, old Jack......"

"Don't thank me, I'm not God!" said Old Jack. The men behind him had already shown the black muzzles of their guns, and after a few gunshots, the thugs had turned into corpses.

Wen Fei looked around. Some frowned. It's not a wilderness place. Instead, it was just a short distance from the dock area, and there were even pedestrians passing by on the road.

However, old Jack and these guys killed people directly without saying a word. And judging by their table xiàn. This doesn't seem like the first time they've done this.

"Welcome, our parishioners!" dealt with a few thugs, and old Jack opened his arms, revealing a tattoo on his chest.

This tattoo can't be too familiar with the Wen Da Heavenly Master. It is actually a "day" word, the heaven of oracle bones.

"Hey, old Jack, I didn't expect you to be one of our parishioners. Quinn was a little surprised. His eyes flickered a little, and he didn't know how to introduce Wen Fei to Old Jack. He didn't know if Wen Fei was willing to reveal his identity.

Wen Fei took a step forward and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm Wen Fei." ”

Old Jack immediately knelt down reverently and kissed the shoes of the Great Master Wen: "Welcome, great prophet. A walker on the earth of our Lord!"

Wen Fei casually sprinkled a little light and passed: "The true God is with you." ”

This light fell on Old Jack's body. Suddenly, a faint circle of light appeared around Old Jack's body, and it took a long time to disperse.

"Huh?" Even Wen Fei was a little surprised, and looked at Old Jack in surprise.

Old Jack naturally felt the change in himself, and he felt the power of the true god so close to him. It is even closer than when the apostle Dan Geqili himself baptized him.

It was a tremendous force, like the sun hanging high in the sky. Even the black qi that had just killed someone and wrapped around his body dissipated.

Old Jack leaned down again and kissed the upper of the Heavenly Master's shoes: "Great Prophet, you are greater than the legend says, may you spread the light of our Lord on our suffering lamb." ”

Wen Fei asked, "You have Indian blood, stand up." ”

"Yes, prophet!" replied old Jack, standing up respectfully, "my grandmother is of Indian blood, and I have always been proud of it. Although I will not even speak a word of the Indians!"

"Prophet," Quinn quickly rephrased, "Old Jack is an influential figure in the slums. ”

"A gangster, a drug dealer!" Old Jack laughed at himself and said, "These are nothing, those damn rich people, they won't leave us a way to live." We have to fight for it ourselves!"

Wen Fei was noncommittal, and Quinn said, "Let's go, the prophet is a little tired after traveling for more than ten hours." ”

Old Jack asked, "Is the Prophet going to the hotel, or to our parish?"

Although Wen Fei came to save people, he could feel that Luo Chengyu's life was not in danger. There was no hurry to see the results of Dangerchili's mission here.

It can be said that the church's mission in Lao Mi ran into a glass ceiling. He wanted to see how it was in South America.

It's like most of the world's templates that copy Lao Mi's success, but they can't draw an anti-dog-like place. The city is likewise an intersection of heaven and hell. On the one hand, there is a rich area of wealth and cleanliness, laughter, and the fragrance of birds and flowers, and on the other hand, there is a despair of poverty, where sewage flows everywhere, and there are slums where sin is produced at every moment.

But the difference is that the layout of the city is completely different from that of ordinary cities, it is very fragmented, there is no city center, and most of the urban buildings stretch along the irregular long beaches, and the high-rise buildings are the rolling low hills, which are densely covered with red brick walls and low slums.

Where heaven and hell coexist! Often, for the rich, it's heaven. But hell for the poor.

Wen Fei remembered what Weber had said to him at that time, and felt more and more deeply.

The world has never been fair, and absolute fairness will never exist. Many people have seen how much affluence and welfare are in certain countries.

It's as if people see track and field stars and envy other people's physiques. But I don't know that this is a real talent, and there is no reason to talk about it.

Why is it that only the old powers have been able to achieve universal prosperity and have such good social protections, while other latecomers have failed when they replicate their model?

Even the best situation is the same as the city under your feet, or the country next door to China?

It's like a short and poor frustration who wants to aspire to become a track and field star.

Athletics needs talent, and the country needs the foundation. Those old countries have experienced hundreds of years of the Age of Discovery and accumulated countless huge wealth, which is the foundation. Let the people enjoy universal prosperity.

And the same, a country that has been bleeding and weakening after more than a hundred years. After self-improvement, but want to climb to the sky in one step, catch up with the footsteps of others in just a few decades, and also enjoy this kind of life, it is like a fool's dream.

It's like being born in a poor family, but envying the life of a rich family.

If it's just envy, it's not a big problem. The real problem is if you're brainwashed. Think that you can't enjoy such luxury, because your family is not the same as that of the rich family......

As a result, it is only possible to give birth to a freak like the city under your feet.

A city with sun and beaches. All year round, green mountains and clear waters, and the climate is pleasant.

Strategically located to the extreme, golden beaches are dotted throughout the city, with green hills and modern high-rise buildings standing between the sand and the mountains.

If you look at it from the statue of Jesus at the top of the mountain, the highest landmark of the city, the city looks like a mirage floating in a blue ocean, and it looks like an ink fairyland.

However, such a paradise city on earth is also a paradise for drugs and crime.

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