Chapter 322 Cut Off the Black Hand

Xiong Yi's throat rolled up and down, and a hissing sound came from his mouth.

He dragged Jojohn aside into the shadows.

The death of a loved one dealt a huge blow to his spirit.

at this time.

Xiong Yi felt like there was a burning flame in his heart.

There is an urgent need to vent to relieve the pain.

Even if it's just temporary relief.

Zhu Zheng turned around and gave this space to the Avenger, trying not to disturb him.

Then he faced everyone and spoke in a deep voice.

"This man's name is William S. John. He previously worked in the Federal Unlimited F1 Racing League as an engineer."

"Long-term tiring work left him mentally and physically exhausted, and his quality of life was extremely poor. In the end, even his wife and children ran away with others."

"Since then, John Qiao has completely fallen into self-blame and felt that he was a failed dog in life and had accomplished nothing."

"Of course, if this were a movie, Joe John's life would be a typical Hollywood structure."

"At the darkest moment of life, a mysterious organization came to him and recruited him as a member. With the help of the organization, he gained power beyond ordinary people."

"..."

With Zhu Zheng's eloquent words.

An organization called the Church of the Mist emerged from the mist.

at this time.

After knowing that the fight didn't have to happen.

Liu Xiaoqiang, who had just come out of the grief of losing his life-saving props, looked at Zhu Zheng strangely.

"How do you know so much?"

Zhu Zheng pointed behind him and said casually: "He confessed on his own initiative."

Liu Xiaoqiang was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he first entered here.

Qiao John had terrible injuries.

And his mental state was extremely frightening.

He looked carefully.

It was confirmed that Zhu Zheng didn’t even have a single item on his body that could be called a sharp weapon, and I don’t know how he did it.

"Then let me continue."

Seeing that no one bothered him again, Zhu Zheng continued to speak.

"The Church of the Mist possesses a terrifying technology that can summon mythical creatures living in other worlds into this world, and use some kind of contract ritual to allow believers to conclude contracts with them."

"In the Mist Church, there are two main types of members."

"One type is the apostles. They are humans who have successfully concluded a contract with mythical creatures and mastered the power of mythical creatures."

"And the other type is called fans. Their spiritual consciousness has been swallowed by mythical creatures, and their bodies have become the shells of mythical creatures."

"Actually, the fog monsters we face are followers."

"The fog that shrouds the followers is actually a secret hand deployed by the Church of Fog in advance, which can restrain the followers to a certain extent."

"So I concluded that the fog incident that happened in Blue Tree Town was actually an exercise."

Liu Xiaoqiang frowned tightly.

The incident to be dealt with this time is indeed not simple, and there are shadows of cultists behind it.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Xiaoqiang remembered another thing.

"These people can accurately snipe Xiong Er and set up traps in advance. There must be insiders cooperating, but I don't know who these insiders are."

"I know, John Qiao was very cooperative and explained everything." Zhu Zheng raised his hand to answer.

"He even said this?"

Liu Xiaoqiang's expression became a little strange.

He has dealt with cultists.

Perhaps because of their faith, these cultists are very tough-minded. They clamor for eternal life and destruction of the world every day. They all regard death as home. They simply take life and death lightly and will do whatever they don't accept.

No matter what methods Liu Xiaoqiang used, he could not get any of the core secrets about the church out of their mouths.

"How did you do this?" Liu Xiaoqiang asked curiously.

"As I said, Mr. John Qiao was very enthusiastic and cooperative. He didn't need me to interrogate him at all. He just explained himself."

Liu Xiaoqiang laughed.

I believe you as a ghost!

He has determined that Zhu Zheng is not as simple as he seems.

But then again, these people are obviously a fixed team, why did they form a team with this person named Li Dao in the first place.

These thoughts flashed through my mind.

But at this moment, a sudden fog rose up, shrouding these thoughts again

Liu Xiaoqiang felt briefly dazed.

"It seems that you forgot something just now?"

He touched his head and thought a little doubtfully.

But obviously this is not the time to think about these things. It is more important to wait for Zhu Zheng's answer first.

"Why start now? It's too hasty. We don't know anything about this team of investigators. What if an accident happens?"

"What kind of accident could happen? The two apostles personally took action and mobilized at least six lost disciples."

"Such a big deal, this is almost half of the power in the town?"

"That's right, because this time the apostles must kill with one strike, and the adults have also assigned us new tasks."

Blue Tree Town.

Town government building.

In a secret conference room, several black hooded men wearing masks were sitting.

Because all the lights were turned off, the conference room was dark, and everyone sat in the darkness like ghosts.

At this time, the heated conversation was continuing.

"I strongly disagree with this operation. What will happen if the investigators escape?"

"Even if we want to cooperate with your actions, we cannot directly mobilize our manpower to participate in possible subsequent pursuits."

A man with a stooped figure and strange black skull accessories said in a hoarse and old voice.

"This is not an issue we need to consider now. We must believe in the apostles. They are strong men who are favored by the gods. With them around, there will never be any problems."

The man sitting at the head of the table answered with a smile.

"We just need to cooperate well."

"The new mission is related to three strange rumors in the town."

"Reveal the truth behind the strange stories and investigate the supernatural power behind them."

"If we can do this well, the believers will give us the opportunity to gain power!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

A wave of excitement spread among the crowd.

The expression on the face hidden by the mask was unclear, but through the changes in his eyes, he could still clearly feel the burning flame.

After a brief commotion, the man who first raised the question spoke.

"The lane, the house, and the lake refer to the three ghost stories of death? But why are you adults interested in those things, and how can we explore the ghost stories?"

"Aren't there so many survivors just outside? Give them anything, and they are the best cannon fodder."

The man sitting in the front seat smiled unscrupulously: "Just give me a few cans, and someone will do it."

"Snapped!"

It happened that at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly slammed open.

"What a coincidence, everyone is here."

A young man holding a sword stepped in with a warm smile on his face.