Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

St. Al's Church, Iowa, northern United States.

Pastor Ron used his flesh and blood skills to collect all the zombies that he had smashed to pieces.

Under the manic power, the flesh and blood was like fermented bread, constantly expanding and melting, turning into the freshest mixture.

The various miscellaneous contents of the corpse itself had been removed, including the decayed fragments of its soul.

He carefully brought in two little girls whose only remains were human skin.

His fingers gently hooked and pulled, like a dexterous craftsman, introducing the evolved bloody mixture into the bodies of the two little girls.

Their bodies gradually became fuller.

Her face gradually turned rosy, like a lively little girl who had gained life.

The slight rise and fall of their chests and breathing proved that they were carrying out life activities.

"Ugh!"

Ron sighed softly.

Because he knew that what he saw was just an illusion. Although the two little girls seemed to be breathing, they were actually just bodies with life activities, two flesh and blood puppets.

No life, no soul exists.

The two little girls were completely dead, their souls had been devoured, and there was no chance of saving them.

All he was doing at this moment was just a kind of corpse cosmetic surgery.

"Rest in peace, Amen!"

On a night of heavy rain and thunder, the rain was avoiding the backyard of the church, as if it was an inviolable place.

In the darkness of night, a circle of faint candlelight flickered constantly around.

Ron placed the two little girls into the coffins he had customized himself and recited prayers for them over and over again.

Then he walked over to the coffin.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the slightly opened eyes of the two little girls.

As the palms passed across their faces, the two little girls closed their eyes completely. At the same time, their chests, which had been rising and falling in an orderly manner, also stopped breathing instantly and became completely silent.

The blood and energy on his face was constantly dissipating, and he gradually turned pale.

The lives of these two bodies were stopped.

If their life activities are not stopped, the two little girls will not be resurrected. Instead, new evil spirits will be generated in their bodies, causing the two bodies to be desecrated.

This was something Ron could not tolerate.

He closed the coffin lid and buried the two little girls, whose bodies were intact, along with the small coffin in the pit that had been dug in advance.

Then he ignored the dust on the ground, sat there, closed his eyes and kept praying, praying for them.

The next morning, the thunderstorm stopped.

Jeff drove to the church with five other cars, and 20 armed gang members got out of the cars.

Jeff, who was wearing sunglasses, said to a black man with a white scorpion tattooed on his neck, "Nell, bring the suitcase over here and follow me to find the pastor."

"Yes, boss."

The muscular black man responded, picked up a black suitcase about two feet wide from the back seat, and followed Jeff.

He looked a little confused, not knowing what he was going to do. Could it be that the boss had found a new channel?
But this time the place chosen was actually the church.

Isn't it a bit blatant for his people to do this? This is not in line with the principle of concealment. However, since it was the choice of the boss Jeff, he didn't dare to say anything. This boss is a big crocodile in the local gray industry.

When the two entered the church.

Pastor Ron had come over from the backyard. He had not slept all night and had been praying all night.

But at this moment, I didn't feel any sleepiness. It was as if I had endless energy, my soul was extremely clear, and my brain was in a very active state.

There's something strange about this feeling.

It seemed like he had lost some fun, but it was also very wonderful because it meant that his life would have at least one third more time in the same day.

This undoubtedly enables him to do more.

"Pastor Ron, I'm here." Jeff, who was walking in front with a blank expression on his face, instantly had a pious expression on his face and revealed a gentle smile the moment he saw Ron.

The black guy following behind widened his eyes. He had never seen his boss like this before.

Then he looked cautiously at the pastor, whose face was peaceful and whose voice was gentle and righteous.

Is this the hidden boss?

Even his own boss respects him so much, he has to admire him. He is indeed a big boss. His acting skills can kill those Hollywood stars in seconds.

Anyone who comes out will say that this is definitely a real pastor and will not regard him as a gray market tycoon.

No wonder those guys in the next block who are always so noisy can't do business. They are like that, they wish they could carve the image of being bad guys and vicious guys on their faces.

It's simply more than one level away from this kind of big guy.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly adjusted his expression, trying to make himself appear as gentle as possible without appearing too exaggerated or flattering.

He thought he had adjusted himself well, but in fact he was smiling like a fake person.

Fortunately, Ron didn't mind what expression the black man with the blood on his body made. To him, human criminals would naturally be dealt with by the police who controlled the order of human society.

He is a pastor, not a policeman.

"Ron, this is what I brought you as promised. Thank you for saving me yesterday!"

Jeff waved behind him, and the black man Nell hurriedly handed over the suitcase in his hand.

When he took the suitcase, he saw the expression on Nell's face. The charming eyes and slightly raised corners of her mouth made Jeff feel a sense of crisis as if he was being targeted by a gay.

Thinking about the little brother who had been following him from behind, his buttocks suddenly tightened.

"Nell, please go out first. I have something private to talk to the priest about." He said hurriedly.

"Yes, boss!"

Nell nodded seriously, and then stared at Ron and his boss Jeff with what he thought was a kind look.

Jeff misunderstood for a moment and coughed lightly: "Nell, Fuck, don't think about it, get out of here quickly, Ron and I have something serious to discuss!"

"Yeah!" Nell nodded quickly and walked out. There was no change in his expression as he left.

Jeff suddenly felt that he couldn't explain himself clearly. He just thought about whether he should change another younger brother as his confidant when he went out. After all, after discovering Nell's attribute, it seemed too dangerous to keep him by his side all the time.

I thought about the previous times when I got drunk and was sent home by Nell.

He decided that after he got home, he would carefully check the surveillance footage at home that day to see if there was anything that had been deleted or overlooked.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Jeff came back to his senses and quickly handed the suitcase to Ron: "This is the money I promised to help you repair the church." (End of this chapter)