Chapter 382 Who Can Make the Cardinal Realize His True Intentions?

As an outstanding armed police soldier who was recruited into the National Security Bureau because of his outstanding performance and now assigned to the Yangyue Foreign Affairs Bureau, Canglang encountered countless resistance when arresting criminals.

Some tried to take hostages, some tried to seize guns, and even a whole village colluded to surround the yard and try to detain him.

But no matter what, whether it was hand-to-hand combat or gun battle, single combat or team raid, Canglang was not afraid.

However, today, when the man suddenly grabbed his wrist, he felt that his breathing seemed to stagnate.

He couldn't help but think of the first time he went on a mission, because he forgot to search one of the corners, the other party put a gun to his head.

——This is the feeling of zero-distance contact with death.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely retreat after being frightened, but Canglang didn't.

Instead, he gave up the idea of ​​capturing him alive. No matter what conspiracy he had, he just increased his strength and crushed the other party's head directly!

However, as expected, no matter how much force he applied, this head that should have exploded like an apple, stood still like a steel casting.

? ? ?

"Hehe..."

As if he had guessed the other party's surprise, the young man with his head down let out a series of strange laughs.

His thin body trembled all over, and before the vigilant Canglang tried to withdraw his hand and retreat, he also increased the strength of his grip on his wrist.

However, unexpectedly, no matter how much force he applied, this limb that should have broken like a branch was as indestructible as a mountain rock.

? ? ?

This is not right, is there something wrong with my strength just now?

So in the next moment, both of them chose to have no strength and start over!

...

No, I understand! It's a problem with the breathing rhythm, start over!

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No, I understand! It's a problem with the force point, start over!

...

No, I understand! Yes...

"Hah!"

The next moment, both sides broke out at the same time. One tried to go down and twist the opponent's neck with his left hand; the other tried to hook up and punch through the opponent's chest with his right hand.

Then they found that the other side had also launched an attack, and they quickly changed their moves halfway, grabbed each other's wrists, and entered a very exciting stalemate.

Chloe on the side: Oh awesome, there is such a game.

Although she couldn't see the young believer's lowered face, she could still see the expression of her teammates.

Seeing him half-squatting, clenching his hands, blushing, and ready to use a beast-like state of mind, in public...

Wait, why did I think of this again?

Anyway, she hurried over from the other end of the battlefield, wanting to ask Canglang what happened?

But before she took a few steps, she relied on her keenness as a blessed person and a weird werewolf to detect a dangerous breath emanating from the young man.

This... this is...

"Hey!"

She hurriedly reminded loudly.

"Leave him quickly, he has been possessed by the evil god!"

Canglang: Oh, so he was possessed by the evil god, I thought...

He has the destiny gene in his body, and it exploded on the spot, haha, it's really hard for you to remind me.

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Hey!

Canglang didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, but the situation in front of him was obviously not something he could retreat if he wanted to.

So Chloe's belated reminder was meaningless, he could only bite the bullet and continue to wrestle with this strange thing.

At the same time, he thought that this other world is worthy of being a different world, and you can turn over anywhere. If you don't pay attention today, you must be more vigilant next time. Don't catch him, just shoot him to death!

But as far as Hong Wen is concerned, the weird existence possessed by this poor believer is obviously more angry.

-No way, I have the courage to give it a try, how can I still fight a mortal on equal terms! ?

It was suddenly filled with grief and fear, and further accelerated its arrival.

"Crack, crack..."

As the young man's teeth chattered, his skin, which was already cold as a believer of the Iron Frost, became even paler, as if a layer of frost was about to form on it.

No, it was probably really frost!

Because the fingers that pinched Canglang's wrist were also getting colder and colder, and this was no longer the temperature that a living person could have.

"Hehe, haha..."

And in this dying trembling, the young man's strength suddenly increased, and he actually raised his head with the cracking of his neck bones despite Canglang's suppression.

"..."

Even though Canglang had seen too much cruelty and violence, he couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw this face.

Because this young man was already dead, his expression was distorted, and there was a thick layer of frost on his eyes, eyelashes and skin, and there was no blood in his cracked lips.

Just a minute ago, he was a living man who could run and jump and curse, but a minute later, he turned into a hideous frozen corpse!

What's more terrifying is that there is no fear or regret in the young man's eyes, but a bit of relief and joy.

Did he really willingly dedicate his life and body to a messy thing, and was proud of it?

And seeing the man in front of him remain silent, the existence living in the young believer made a low and unpleasant laugh.

Just as he was about to ask him proudly if he was afraid of him, he saw anger in his eyes again.

The next second.

"Fuck!"

With a roar, Canglang suddenly exerted force with anger, and used his swollen muscles to break the grasp of the frozen corpse.

And if it were for ordinary people, the blackened demon would definitely be greatly strengthened, and the small BOSS would become the big BOSS.

But for a Qi cultivator who is good at practicing Qi, it's ridiculous. This is simply the enemy himself making a shroud for himself, and it's a thin-skinned coffin. The crematorium will be expedited tonight!

Therefore, with the positive Qi surging around him, the frozen corpse, who originally wanted to grit his teeth and not let go, suddenly felt like he had grabbed a piece of iron coated with sulfuric acid, and could only withdraw his hand in panic.

But that was all. After all, no matter how overbearing the positive energy was, it was impossible for Canglang to ignore the huge gap in level and life form and do whatever he wanted.

So the frozen corpse grinned and spit out a mouthful of dirty cold air towards his burned hands, eliminating the golden light attached to them and restoring normal functions.

However, Canglang did not expect that he could tear off the frozen corpse's arms with his hard struggle. Instead, he quickly retreated after breaking free and came to Chloe's side.

"Is this the so-called evil god possession? The one who came... is the God of Cold Iron?"

The wolf man nodded silently.

"You seem to know a lot. Do you have any means to deal with Him?"

The wolf man shook his head silently.

"Very good!"

Canglang clapped his hands and said violently.

"What else can I say? If we can't beat him, we should retreat quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, the wolf man ran away and ran very fast, faster than he thought he was already very sudden.

If it were normal times, the God of Cold Iron, who was cautious by nature, might not chase him.

After all, in addition to the man with strange energy, He could also sense the presence of another powerful god on the strange werewolf.

If he pushed them too far, no matter what the outcome would be, he would definitely be seriously injured if he descended here. It would be better to stop in time and hide again.

But it couldn't be done today, because He had no way out. These in front of him were the last few available believers of the Cold Iron Church!

Logically speaking, as an evil god who was made by strange teachings, concealment, ambush, reducing the sense of existence, and developing secretly should be basic skills.

Therefore, although the Cold Iron Church is small, in addition to some scattered believers, it has five strongholds for believers to communicate and develop.

And each stronghold has a priest as a manager, and at critical moments, a descent ceremony can be held to summon the Cold Iron God to help, so theoretically, they will not be wiped out in one fell swoop.

——But it is not impossible.

In fact, how can a mere priest be qualified to replace the Cold Iron Church, which is at least theoretically the organizer, to preside over such an important meeting?

The reason why it was him was actually because three days ago, the cardinal, who was the greatest ruler under the god of the Cold Iron Church, disappeared without reason during an outing.

But for the church, it was an unexplained disappearance. For the Yangyue Foreign Affairs Bureau, it was a matter of several days of investigation, combined with the information provided by informed people and enthusiastic people. The task force followed the clues and caught a very valuable target.

"Leniency for confession, severity for resistance! Leslie, you believe in evil gods and harm countless people. Only by repenting early can you atone for your sins early!"

However, this group of believers are not strong in fate, wrists, or anything else, but their mouths and necks are harder than each other! The whole body is turned into ashes and can still be the same!

And they especially like to argue with their mouths crooked, and they often say "You are talking nonsense because you don't understand the greatness of God" or simply "Don't scream for me!" The members of the field team are buzzing.

Therefore, even the most ordinary fanatics are not something that can be taken down by conventional means, let alone a dignified cardinal?

So even if the field team tried their best, they could only declare failure, and sighed as they watched the other party raise his head high like a winner.

"What a man, damn, it would be great if it was someone from our side."

As for the unconventional and more violent torture methods, first of all, the organization does not allow this loophole of torture, and secondly...

White Eagle and Rossia's colleagues have tried the big memory recovery technique, but whether it is the heart-breaking kick, dragon fruit, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, or blueberry juice, none of them work.

Looking at the entire interrogation room, all of them are extremely determined and tough. Even if all kinds of tortures are used seventy or eighty times, they are still either I die or you die of exhaustion.

—— It's over, there is no way to break the trick now.

[What to do, Director! ]

Looking at the letter of help sent by the field director, Lao Zhao hesitated for a long time in the office, and finally called his superiors.

So the next afternoon, a gentle old gentleman appeared in the office and drank three cups of fine tea picked from a thousand-year-old tea tree with him.

It is impossible to drink tea without drinking it, and there must be communication. And this gentleman called "Lao Li" spoke very well.

Just a few words aroused Lao Zhao's desire to talk and opened his sad-faced chatterbox.

After listening to him for a while, Lao Li smiled slightly.

"There's nothing we can do. Who says the Yangyue world is so beautiful? Just like this cup of tea, we can't even get a sip on Earth, but here there are so many that we can almost make tea eggs. Everyone must want to come."

"But when there are so many people, it's inevitable that there will be a mix of good and bad people. Not everyone can be as glamorous as they appear, and not everyone can do their job perfectly, so it's inevitable that there will be some ugly impurities in the team."

At this point, he took a sip of tea and changed the subject.

"That's why the superiors gave this department to you, Lao Zhao. He agreed to establish the Foreign Affairs Bureau because he hoped that someone, someone who is capable, perseverant, and willing to work hard, could do something practical for the people in the other world."

Who knew that after hearing this, Lao Zhao's wrinkled face, which had just relaxed, immediately twisted again.

"Hey!? If you want to say that I have a bad temper and act like a dictator in the circle, you can just say it directly. There is no need to scold me in such a roundabout way!"

Old Li held the teacup and couldn't help laughing. He laughed for a long time before speaking again.

"Then, if you think that some people are dragging the team down, you and everyone else can kick them out if you don't like them."

Old Zhao's eyes flashed.

"Whose idea is this?"

Old Li sat up straight.

"This is what everyone wants."

After giving a few words that seemed to be true or not, he got up and came to the interrogation room here.

After being imprisoned for several days, the cardinal was not in a good state, but when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he immediately cast a cold look with red bloodshot in his eyes.

Seeing that it was a white-haired old man with neat clothes and a rather extraordinary demeanor, he immediately frowned vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

Old Li still had a smile on his face.

"Leslie, I feel sorry for you going astray, so I'm here to point out a right path for you."

Why is it so difficult to convince this group of believers?

Because they have their own perfect closed-loop logic, and they believe it firmly.

So if you want to communicate with them, you will inevitably fall into this logic, and if you fall into this logic, you will not be able to destroy it if you participate in its operation.

If you want to break it, you must first find a favorable entry point outside this logic, and then use it as a fulcrum to gradually link to this logic.

After confirming the purpose and direction, launch an attack from the outside, and use paradoxes and unchangeable reality to completely destroy its impeccability.

At that time, you don't even need to do it yourself. Believers who try to self-check will find this huge BUG, ​​and then their faith will collapse.

So far, the cracking is complete.

So the first sentence Lao Li asked has nothing to do with the God of Cold Iron or the Church of Cold Iron, but a simple one.

"Leslie, your hometown is in Yangshu Town, right?"