The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3236 The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-three)

Bruce, hiding in the ventilation duct, watched the old Sirtek in a suit and tie walk into the studio. He noticed that the bodyguard behind this guy should not be the ordinary trained security personnel, because he was wearing a jacket with a cross on his chest.

Old Sirtek was indeed prepared for the church. Bruce stared at the scope and thought that if he had relied on the church, he might have escaped this disaster.

Not long after Old Sirtek sat down, there was a commotion outside the side door of the studio. When a staff member went to check, a group of protesters rushed in directly.

The three bodyguards brought by Old Sirtek were obviously to deal with the church. Although they may have made some achievements in mysticism, they obviously had no normal security work. They were also confused by so many people rushing in.

As soon as the bodyguards slowed down, the protesting crowd broke through the blockade at the door. Ms. Theresa, who was at the front, rushed to the stage and grabbed Old Sirtek by the collar and pressed him to the ground.

Old Sirtek was also confused. He obviously didn't expect such a thing. All the preparations he made were obviously to deal with the assassination of the church, which was equivalent to getting ready for Tai Chi.

As a result, he was greeted with a tortoise punch.

As the saying goes, a random punch can kill a master. The anger of this group of protesters has been ignited to the limit. There are many people, and no one can stop them on the scene. They soon rushed to the stage and beat Old Sirtek to death.

Although Ms. Theresa is a woman, there are also many middle-aged men among the protesters. A big man swung his fist at Old Sirtek and punched him several times.

Old Sirtek was old and defenseless. He didn't even have the ability to struggle and was knocked unconscious.

This was not enough to relieve his hatred. The protesters surrounded Old Sirtek and beat him fiercely, and soon he was covered in blood.

Bruce calculated that the time was almost up, aimed at the protester's head, and pulled the trigger directly.

But this time the dice thrown out was not blood red, but black and gold, and it lived up to everyone's expectations and threw out a big failure.

Bang!

The bullet flew past the head of the leading protester and directly punched a hole in the background board.

The sound of gunfire was a tranquilizer for everyone.

But after a few seconds of silence, more screams broke out, ordinary staff members frantically dodged, and protesters also looked for shelters in the face of life and death. Only the reporters who rushed in from behind took pictures of everything.

The brave female reporter hid behind the chair and said: "Siltek is shooting protesters! He is shooting protesters!!!! Ahhhh!!"

Bruce fired five or six shots in a row. Although he aimed at vital parts, he failed every time he threw it, so he didn't hit it successfully, and the whole process was just tracing the human body.

Then he fired more than a dozen shots, until the police rushed in, Bruce withdrew from the ventilation duct, and said in his heart: "Thanks, Naya, I paid the publishing fee for the novel."

"Happy business." Naya said.

Taking advantage of the riot, Bruce evacuated the TV station as quickly as possible and got into the car. He threw the gun back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it?"

"Basically perfect execution." Bruce said: "The least is paralysis."

"Not dead? Will our employer pay?"

"Of course he will, because by doing this, we not only let him off his guard, but also seriously affect the stock price of Siltek, and we will get a bonus."

At noon that day, this explosive news spread throughout the East Coast. Although all the protesters were arrested, old Siltek was in a coma due to serious injuries and has not woken up until now.

And the reporters filmed the whole process. Anyone who knows a little about firearms can see that the sniper is definitely aiming for the vital points, but the protesters are very lucky.

Some people were aimed at the head and happened to be tripped by a chair, and the bullet flew past their ears. Some people were aimed at the heart, but they happened to bend over to hit people and avoided the fatal blow.

Under the exaggeration of the reporters, this of course became one of the evidences of old Siltek's crime, because he was indeed the only one at the scene who had the motive to attack the protesters.

In addition to the information they had previously obtained from the so-called public relations department staff, that is, the fact that old Siltek had long been dissatisfied with this group of people who lowered the satisfaction of the public opinion survey, all the media were saying that it was old Siltek who hired a killer to kill.

More importantly, some time ago, old Siltek was too ruthless and offended almost all of his competitors. Now they all came to add insult to injury, including insurance giants in several surrounding states. Their energy is very strong. In just one day, public opinion fermented beyond recognition.

And just as Bruce expected, the rich businessman who hired them not only did not deduct money, but also gave them an extra bonus of 10,000 and said that they did a great job.

If old Siltek died, his legacy would undoubtedly be inherited by his only son. After all, no one knows that greed is dead now.

But if the father is not dead, then the succession will have to be delayed, which will result in the heir not being able to take over the business smoothly in the first place, and will give competitors an opportunity to make a move.

All businessmen prefer a chaotic situation to a settled situation, and the rich businessman who hired Bruce is no exception. Killing old Sirtek can only vent his anger, but if he is seriously injured and unconscious and has been rescued, there will be more room for manipulation.

After getting the money, Bruce went into an empty house again, found a computer, and began to collect information by some not-so-legal means.

The Pale Knight watched from the side, but he was no longer surprised.

He now realized that Bruce lived up to expectations, learned well in areas that were not good, sang and danced beside the moral bottom line, and spread his wings on the edge of illegality.

You say he is not Batman, he is both civil and military, you say he is Batman, he is both civil and military in areas that Batman does not involve.

The Pale Knight was really a little curious about how he grew up like this.

Soon Bruce found some relatively secret information, mainly through some flight routes and airspace exchanges, he learned that there was a team coming from the Holy City, and it might have been close to Faraines.

"Is there someone coming from the Pope?" He murmured to himself in some confusion, but soon shook his head. It was public information that the Pope was almost dying. Looking at the Pope's condition, Bruce felt that he should not be pretending to be sick, and the old man was unlikely to run so far.

Apart from the Pope, there should be only one remaining Great Prophet. The Great Prophet went to Faraines, probably for the disaster that befell there.

Bruce speculated based on the information that he brought about one or two hundred people. After thinking for a while, he said: "The Pope's time is running out. If the Great Prophet takes over the church, it will be difficult to overthrow the church again."

"You want to overthrow the church. Is this a victory condition?"

"No, but I promised to help a friend publish a book." Bruce said: "The church will not allow this book to be published, so if you want to publish it, you must overthrow the church."

The Pale Knight naturally knew that the church was not a good thing, so he said: "What are you going to do?"

"Old Sirtek should be waking up soon. He won't think it was us who did it. He will only think that this is the church's means of revenge against him."

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"You want them to fight each other?"

"Yes, but the Great Prophet is too powerful now, so we have to take away some of his leverage."

Bruce picked up the doorplate from the side, put it in his arms, and said, "Let's go back to Faraines."

Shiller and Batman were moving forward in a corridor in the cave. As expected, the people of the church knew about this underground cave, and they conducted a simple search inside.

But because the cave was connected in all directions and the location of the cabin was too far away, they were ultimately unable to search there.

Shiller and Batman carefully avoided their search and headed towards the lighthouse.

"Are you sure you can fix the lighthouse's electrical facilities?"

"Of course." Batman said, "The Joker's electric shock equipment was modified from the lighthouse's electrical facilities. I checked it before and it can easily cause irreparable damage."

He set his eyes on the box in Schiller's hand and said, "If, as you said, this thing can summon a monster in a dark environment, what about the lighthouse's windows?"

"The lighthouse is very large, and the light provided by the windows is too limited. More importantly, the lighthouse is too close to the dock."

Batman immediately remembered the situation at the dock. After they sank a ship and directly hit the heads of the resting deep divers, the fog on the dock became thicker and thicker.

The fog gradually spread to the vicinity of the lighthouse. Batman also remembered that in this fog, the range of light that can be spread is too limited.

If the fog completely covers the lighthouse before night falls, the moonlight will hardly play any role.

If they cut off the power of the lighthouse, most of the lighthouse will definitely fall into complete darkness.

"Aren't you afraid that this monster will kill the Great Prophet?"

"He's not that weak, but if this happens, it's just bad luck for him." Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Remember the curse you mentioned before?"

Batman nodded and said, "Do you have any new ideas?"

"There are two possibilities about the curse. Either all of us were cursed after coming here, or we were attracted here because of the curse."

"It sounds like you think it's the latter."

"That's right." Schiller's tone lowered, and he said, "Someone arranged all this and gathered us here at this moment. . "

"For what?"

"What do you think? At a certain moment, people with the same special attributes are gathered together. What do you think is the reason?"

"This reminds me of the black magician." Batman said: "They will find some people with the same attributes to sacrifice."

"That's right, and if someone directed all this, he may have been preparing for it many years ago when the tragedy of Madeline's family happened. "

"Do you think it was done by the Great Prophet?"

"Maybe so, I only know that it must be related to the church. "

The Pale Knight was also hooked, hahahaha