Chapter 14 Triune Religion

"Grand Priest!"

In a smaller dark room deep in the basement, the old man stood up. Lucas, who was once a big boss who was involved in both black and white, and Brad, who had just done something earth-shattering a few days ago, lowered his head with a respectful look.

"Humph!"

The old man called the Grand Priest snorted coldly, his eyes fell on Brad, and his tone was unfriendly: "You have done a great thing. I asked you to cooperate with Turing and report the progress to me at any time. As a result, you actually fought with him in the city. Who do you think you are? You dare to go against the will of the cult!"

"You'd better give me an explanation that can convince me, otherwise" the Grand Priest sneered twice.

"Priest, it happened suddenly, and I had to do this!" Brad's expression was bitter: "Originally, my cooperation with them was going smoothly and was about to succeed, but something went wrong at this time. One of my subordinates was targeted by the Red Gloves when he was collecting sacrifices in other places, and..."

"How much does he know?" The Grand Priest asked coldly, interrupting Brad's story.

The latter's face twitched, and his tone lowered a little: "He is my confidant. I originally planned to bring him to see the headmaster after this matter was over."

In other words, although he didn't know much, he definitely knew a lot.

"Stupid!"

The headmaster's eyes pierced through Brad like a knife, and he roared, shaking the dust in the corner of the wall, like a thunder. Brad, who was closest to him, even had a blank mind for a moment, and heard the headmaster's voice in his ears: "Then what?"

"Turing wanted to get rid of me. I knew I was no match for him, so I decided to strike first and sent my men to raid the club!" There were countless words in his mind that he was planning to shirk, but when he spoke, Brad still unconsciously told the truth.

"I understand."

The Grand Master exhaled slowly, looked straight ahead, and said calmly: "Your power has expanded rapidly over the years, and you have also connected with some military lines to help them smuggle goods and obtain weapons and equipment, which has made you have many thoughts that you shouldn't have."

"No, I dare not!" Brad was shocked and quickly explained: "My belief in the cult has never wavered, Grand Master, you must believe me."

The Grand Master sighed softly: "Bullets and explosives can give people confidence that swords can't match. You don't know that Turing wants to kill you, and he only needs to move his fingers slightly. Do you think you can hide it from him by hiding here?"

"He left you as bait to lure me out!"

The Grand Master said quietly, and Brad on the side was already pale and sweating. He seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and continued to say: "Even if you didn't think of it at the time, you should have thought of it later, but you still contacted me. Is death really that scary?"

"If your faith is still firm, you should understand that death is not terrible, but a beginning, a glory!"

"Me!" Brad couldn't stop shaking all over. He took a step forward and wanted to say something, but the Grand Master suddenly raised his index finger and lightly tapped it. A dark red spark emerged from the tip of his finger and passed through his head with a whoosh!

Bang!

With the smell of some kind of barbecue, Brad fell to the ground with a bang, a round hole on his forehead still emitting green smoke, and there was still fear and ferocity in his eyes!

An ivory-handled pistol slipped from his sleeve and fell to the floor.

At the last moment, Brad still wanted to take a risk, but unfortunately the Grand Master knew his thoughts and ended his life directly.

"Tu, Master Tu!"

At this time, Jamie's scream suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a humming sound like his mouth and nose were covered. The Grand Master frowned, stepped over Brad's body, pushed open the door and walked out.

Jamie was slumped on the sofa with a look of horror on his face, strangling his neck with both hands, his face flushed red, and blood vessels burst. When he saw the Grand Master coming out, his eyes immediately showed a look of help and hope, but the Grand Master didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on the center of the room, a thin and handsome middle-aged man stood quietly, his dark green eyes looking at the Grand Master at the same time.

"I wanted to lure the snake out of its hole, but ended up catching a big fish. How are you?"

Turing curled his lips and bowed to the Archbishop: "I've wanted to thank the good people who have been supporting me behind the scenes for a long time. I'm really surprised and happy to see you today. I don't know which of the three gods you are a believer of?"

"You don't need to know who I am, just know that we can help you, Bishop Turing."

The Archbishop's eyes fell on his feet, as if studying the pattern of his shoes, and said lightly: "The red-gloved people have come When you get to Lucas, you'd better act as soon as possible."

"I don't care." Turing smiled: "Time is meaningless to us. If I fail this time, I can try again in another place. If it doesn't work once, I will try it twice. If it doesn't work twice, I will try it three times. I will always succeed once."

"Oh, then why do you still want to stay here?" The Archbishop sneered, "You don't need to say these words in front of me. We know much more than you think. At this point, all retreats are dead ends for you. You have no choice but to continue, Bishop."

The smile on Turing's face gradually disappeared, and wisps of gray mist spread from behind him, with a black shadow appearing in it, as if some monster was lurking in it. The head priest's expression remained unchanged, but there was a crackling sound in the air around him, and some scorch marks suddenly emerged from the wooden floor.

Crash!

A painting hanging on the wall suddenly fell down, half of it twisted and withered, as if it was eroded by something, and the other half turned into black ash and scattered on the ground.

"Your people disrupted my plan."

After a long time, Turing spoke coldly.

"We will help you contain the red gloves that are coming!" The head priest said lightly, Turing narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing more. Suddenly, he grabbed Jamie, who was about to strangle himself to death on the sofa, and turned around and left.

"Master Tu!"

The people who were guarding outside hurriedly followed, all with doubts on their faces. After walking for a distance, Lord couldn't help asking: "Who was that just now, why did he help us?"

"The people of the Trinitarians, the sect that believes in the sun!" Turing's brows were tightly tangled together, and his face was not good: "They are not helping us, but want to fish in troubled waters, let me stir up this mess."

Although he knew that there was a force behind Brad secretly supporting him, otherwise how could a smuggling leader get what he wanted, but Turing didn't expect that the person hiding behind him was actually a person from the Trinitarians. You know, the Trinitarians have been officially endorsed, and their external image has always been quite positive.

However, even if he understood that he had vaguely changed from a flag bearer to a chess piece, Turing could only grit his teeth and continue to move forward. Just like the Grand Master said, at this time, except for continuing, all his retreats were dead ends.

But people of the Trinitarians, you are playing with fire!

Turing looked gloomy and threw Jamie in his hand to Losander.

"No matter what method you use, find my secret book as soon as possible!"

"Last night, there was another gas leak in the city, and no one in the family of three survived. Experts hereby advise everyone that as the temperature drops."

The host on TV was still reading the news in a formulaic manner. Lu Guang was busy bringing breakfast to the table, and then knocked on Lu En and Xiao Kui's doors respectively.

"Breakfast is ready. Put the money on the table. Remember to buy vegetables and cook for yourself at noon."

"Got it."

Lu En pushed the door open and walked out. The temperature in the early morning was still a little low, but he didn't care at all in just a shirt. His moving arms bulged out lumpy muscles, which surprised Lu Guang.

When did his son become so strong?

After thinking for a while, he took out a few more bills from his pocket and looked at Lu En: "You are growing up. Buy whatever you want to eat. Don't treat yourself badly."