Chapter 1731 I Have a Bold Idea

news headlines.

'The saints inspire the wicked, and miracles reappear in the world. '

The Freemasonry is backed by Canada, coupled with its good infrastructure and equipment provided by the Aurora Legion, media such as TV, radio, and newspapers have begun to spread and distribute in a small area.

Zhou Qingfeng was having a headache about how to steal an aircraft carrier, when he suddenly saw a big news on TV. It's still about him.

The coffee shop waiter who was bleeding from the pit two days ago was on TV. After he was arrested, he underwent a strict investigation. The originally tall man will now be weak like a kitten.

On the TV screen, this unlucky man was crying to the camera about his ups and downs in the past two days.

"I am guilty, I admit my mistake, and I am ashamed of doubting the Lord's thoughts. I even slandered the government. I failed to appreciate the painstaking efforts of the Masonic leaders to benefit thousands of citizens. I also insidiously discredited the great saint Victor. .The image of Mr. Hugo. I am really too despicable."

What's going on?

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingfeng was in a bad mood.

Then the TV host told an astonishing and miraculous story in an excited and pious tone——Uncle Zhou’s failure to pretend was changed by the media, and he packaged it up and released it to deceive people.

In order to inspire a lamb that went astray, the venerable saint Rachel Connor personally served as bait, and the great and glorious saint Victor Hugo took the initiative. They joined forces to demonstrate the presence of the Lord. How sacrificial they are, how admirable they are.

"Hey..., what are these people talking nonsense about?" Zhou Qingfeng never expected, "This is obviously a very embarrassing thing, okay?!"

The TV host told an epic legend with vivid sentences. When the thugs took the saint hostage violently, Saint Victor Hugo stood in front of the gun and demanded to shoot him, and said, "If you kill him, you don't have to pay for your life. If you can't kill him, the Lord is persuading you." '

"Nonsense, who said killing me is not worth my life? It was Rachel who said to shoot, this little girl wants to expose the so-called scam. I have to 'shoot' her if I have the chance." Zhou Qingfeng faced the TV screen Said.

The TV host said in a surprised tone: "The ignorant mob really shot, and he aimed at the head of the saint. At that time, the distance between the two was only three meters, but the miracle of the Lord happened."

As soon as the picture turned, the crying suspect said to the camera: "It's really unbelievable,

But I swear I took aim. I did take aim at the saint's head, and I had an urge to hate him so badly, I wanted to smash his head off. "

Next, the news column team made a special test. The suspect held his revolver again, loaded six bullets into the chamber, aimed at a target about three meters away and fired continuously. The gun hit the bullseye.

The suspect also exclaimed: "I am a good shooter. I aimed at the eye at such a close distance that I would not shoot the nose. I was sure that I would not miss, but the bullets I fired refused to carry out my orders. They went around The saint's head, hit someone else after a reflex."

This is the will of the Lord!

The column team went to interview several policemen who were still in the hospital. The unlucky policeman lay on the hospital bed and shouted to the camera: "The situation at that time was extremely critical, and it could even be said that death was inevitable. But the result was that the bullet refused to attack His Excellency the Saint , they hit us in the ass and thighs.

We are very happy to take the place of Victor Hugo. This is the glory given to us by the Lord. All the bullets that hit us were taken out. This is a lucky bullet, a bullet with spirituality. We decided to keep it as a family heirloom to be inherited only by our immediate descendants. "

Crazy, Zhou Qingfeng was already rolling his eyes at the TV screen..., "What are these bastards thinking? It's just ordinary warheads, it's just that they are too unlucky."

The policeman who was not shot at the scene also stood up and sighed: "We all hate ourselves for not getting closer to His Excellency the Saint. How much we wish we were shot. If this sacred opportunity is missed, there will be no next time." .

If God can give us another chance, we will definitely suggest the suspect to change to a 'Glock 17'. If we can ask for more, we hope that everyone can get a Holy Slug. "

The suspect's confession, the police's exclamation, and the host's flickering, this incident caused a sensation in Seattle—in order to redeem and influence a humble unbelievers, the saints and saints actually performed miracles. What a great sentiment.

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes at this, and cursed secretly: I have a ghostly sentiment, and I just want to pick up a girl. In the end it failed.

There is no need to think about this matter, the Mormon Church must be behind it. The priest of the church appeared at the end of the program and believed that God had forgiven the suspect through the hand of Saint Victor Hugo. However, the suspect felt that he had committed a serious crime and "voluntarily" asked to serve his sentence in prison.

Uncle Zhou failed to settle one matter, and caused another trouble. On the same day, tens of thousands of Seattle citizens ran to the hotel where he stayed, hoping to see His Excellency the Saint with their own eyes—a large group of people downstairs shouted the name of 'Victor Hugo' and held Various 'I love you' signs.

The Mormon Church took advantage of the situation and said that it would hold a grand mass, and asked Zhou Qingfeng to preside over it in person. The irritable Uncle Zhou flatly refused, "When will the Mormons start to hold Mass?"

The priest of the church came back with a word, "We are also absorbing the advantages of other sects to carry out reforms. We have played large-scale group magic like mass several times. This time it will definitely have a sensational effect. "

"You are a bunch of magic sticks." Zhou Qingfeng said that he was lazy, so he didn't hold any mass. He just wanted an aircraft carrier.

Please don’t leave Zhou Qingfeng, the gods said to the public, ‘Saint Victor Hugo is too tired to perform miracles, the mass will be presided over by Your Excellency the Holy Maiden. '

The saintess is also fine... Anyway, they are all fools, who is not fooling? The image of the saint is even better.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know it himself, because he felt that the discussion in the church was too boring and went out, because he met the waiter in the coffee shop when he went out, because his casual report caused a hijacking, because a hijacking was exchanged for a miracle. As a result, the miracle attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people after it was fermented.

The last days are so boring, even religious activities can attract a group of people to participate. Not to mention that there are many gimmicks in this event, especially the miracle of Uncle Zhou's influence-whether it is true or not, a trivial matter has been blown into the sky after embellishment.

The Mormon Church has an addictive passion for missions, and they want the whole of Seattle to pay attention to it. They publicized everywhere, pulled sheep everywhere, and agitated everywhere, and Rachel accompanied the priest around like a marionette.

There were reports on TV, rebroadcasts on the radio, and comments in newspapers. Every piece of information Zhou Qingfeng listened to was related to this miracle mass. What's annoying is that this mass is not held for a day or two, and the church gods rarely show their faces, and they decide to celebrate it for a week.

When the consciousness of the group was agitated, when more and more people participated, and when the situation of fishing in troubled waters loomed, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly found his wife and mother secretly, "Rachel, I have a bold idea."