The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 464

The pure white candle flame burned quietly and unwaveringly, generously filling the room with warm and peaceful light, like the gentlest stars in the night sky, guiding the lost souls home, just like the devoutly praying figure before them.

Sister Irene knelt on the prayer mat, facing the simple wooden cross, twisting the rose beads and performing her routine evening prayers.

"Hail Mary, full of grace! The Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Mary, Holy Mother of God, now and at the hour of our death,

Pray to God for us sinners..."

Just as the last sentence, "Amen", was about to come out, a subtle but clear wave suddenly broke through the air.

She frowned slightly, and the beads on her fingers unconsciously paused for a moment. She made a gesture of listening attentively, and her expression gradually became solemn and doubtful.

After a few seconds, Sister Irene bowed slightly towards the cross, then stood up decisively and stopped her daily practice.

A bright light appeared under her feet, and her figure disappeared from the prayer room and appeared at the church gate.

"You have also received the message." As the headquarters of the Eastern Archdiocese of the Federation, the stationed force is naturally sufficient. Patriarch Daniel, surrounded by a group of subordinates, also hurried over.

The loose cotton robe fluttered gently on his thin and old body. He glanced at the side and tried his best to keep a solemn tone.

"is this real?"

“As you can see.”

Sister Irene pointed with a strange look on her face.

On the smooth marble floor, boys and girls of different ages were lying in a row, sleeping neatly, with documents, CDs and videotapes stacked on the side.

Picking up a few pieces of information, even though the old bishop had profound Qi-cultivation skills, he was still hurt by the unbearable cruel scenes in the pictures, and the wrinkled skin on his face couldn't help but twitch.

"May God bless those poor children who have suffered misfortune." He pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly, "There are many people involved, so it's not easy to handle. The person behind the scenes wants us to charge in the front."

As an old and experienced man, having spent half his life in New York, a top prosperous place, Daniel saw through the troubles involved at a glance.

The gloomy anger between Aunt Irene's brows gradually disappeared, and there seemed to be thunder rolling in her bright eyes:

"Whatever needs to be done, we will do it."

Her voice was calm and without any impulse, and every word sounded like a well-thought-out oath.

"Don't worry about anything. The Holy City will agree. This is also an opportunity. Now that the glory of the Lord has fallen again, it's time to wake up those fallen guys!"

As she spoke, she seemed to be looking into the distance at the horizon.

At the same time, high in the sky, Zhu Mingyao looked back at the dimly lit Manhattan city and floated into the vast moonlight. He was very busy at work tonight, and as for things like agitating momentum, the bigger the better.

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As the sky gradually brightened, morning mist drifted across the streets, casting a mysterious veil over the city.

Countless birds woke up from their sleep, chirping and singing, playing the prelude to the new day that was about to come.

In front of the magnificent tall building, a skylark was jumping on a branch, lazily pecking a soft feather from its wing, looking at the bustling crowd on the ground with curious eyes.

In its short and limited life, it had never seen the two-legged beasts around its home so lively.

"When will Mr. President be available for an interview?" "Does the special spokesperson have any plans to hold a press conference on this matter?"

“Hasn’t the government made any statement about the authenticity of the revelations?”

Microphones, recording equipment, and cameras were set up, and with excited faces eager to try, there was an austere atmosphere of a sea of ​​swords and mountains.

"I really want to call the SWAT team over here, set up machine guns and mow them all down!"

In front of a window, the man spat viciously and pulled the curtains back. Even through the bulletproof glass, those fanatical gazes made him feel like ants were crawling all over his body.

"I advise you not to."

The atmosphere in the office was as depressing as if it was the eve of a storm. Several officials looked at each other, and at their colleagues who were daydreaming and determined to become cowards. Finally, it was the most senior chief of staff who forced himself to cheer up and spoke in a dry voice.

"Please calm down for a moment. The media coming from outside are all official media from various countries, not Fox or CNN. They cannot be blocked by violent means."

"Damn it, fuck, I know, I know!" The man scratched his hair in an unruly manner, took big steps and stomped the floor, making a thudding sound, like a mad bull charging forward.

Even though they won the Cold War and their national power was unrivaled in the world, the world was not their backyard after all. Especially when it came to such an earth-shattering scandal, let alone their overt and covert competitors, even their own allies would probably be stabbed in the back.

"Damn the information age!"

The man gasped with red eyes, and suddenly he missed his youth. At that time, they controlled all traditional media channels and could have nipped the danger in the bud. How could they fall into such embarrassment?
"Your Excellency..." Knowing that the commander-in-chief in front of him had no quick wits and that he was able to rule this place mostly by relying on the influence of his ancestors and political games, the chief of staff sighed helplessly:

"Let's wait for the Supreme Council to discuss with all parties."

He spread his hands with a dull look, "After all, we are never the ones who can make the final decision..."

Compared with the bad atmosphere here, the situation in another secret space can even be described as tense.

"What are you talking about? I can't believe my ears!"

An old man with his blond hair combed back meticulously opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something extremely absurd, and did not even notice when the expensive cigar in his hand fell.

"Not only are you unwilling to cooperate in bringing that hateful murderer to justice and severely punishing him, but you are also asking us to take on the so-called responsibility? Are you crazy?"

Behind him, several men and women of different descriptions were filled with shock and anger. Their former graceful demeanor was gone, and their worldviews looked shattered.
“I repeat, this is a joint decision of all the organizations.”

Sister Irene stood with her hands hanging down, a hint of hidden disdain in her eyes, and narrated with an expressionless face.

"You charlatans need to figure out who this country belongs to!" the old man yelled hysterically.

"Kick them out!"

His fingers trembled so much that he almost poked the old nun in the face.

"Plop, plop."

Several figures flew over in a panic and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"You, you!"

Looking at the extraordinary guards who were easily controlled, the old man's face turned pale, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You have lived in a comfortable environment for too long. You seem to have forgotten the fundamental law of how the world works - violence is the source of all logic."

The silver-gray blade exuded a chilling chill, shaving off a bit of dust from the fallen cigar. [Blade] Eric took a puff without any disgust, and rudely blew the gray smoke into the old man's face.

"Perhaps in normal times, you can use the power and wealth in your hands to buy off some people and accomplish some things, but... you don't have the power after all!"

(End of this chapter)