I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

At this moment, the mentor, who was already in dire straits, caught a glimpse of the wealthy people around him who were holding their heads in their hands, but secretly observing the situation.

He caught the fear in these people's eyes and their resistance to the armed men who had suddenly intruded.

As a seasoned charlatan, he understands these rich people all too well.

They are not only afraid of death, but also afraid of losing everything they have, so they are afraid of excessive intervention by public authorities, especially in such obviously irregular situations.

"Let's give it our all!"

The mentor took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his posture, and swept his wet hair back, revealing his thin face again.

His previously hunched back suddenly straightened, and he once again adopted that compassionate and sympathetic demeanor.

"stop!"

The mentor opened his arms and stood resolutely in front of the trembling white-robed believers, displaying a truly tragic and heroic spirit.

"Soldiers? Is this how you treat the people?!"

The mentor's voice, no longer trembling, now questioned him with deep sorrow and indignation.

"You not only trespassed, but you also used violence!"

"Look at the guns in your hands! This is the power the state gave you. Are you going to use them to deal with unarmed people like us?!"

That shout woke everyone up.

The wealthy people on the ground looked up and began to waver.

Seeing this, the mentor felt reassured and, with tears in his eyes, continued:

"What are we doing? We are simply pursuing the elevation of our souls! Seeking inner peace! We are using love to soften this cold world!"

"And what about you? You are cold-blooded machines of violence! Besides destruction and slaughter, do you even know what love is?"

"You destroyed our temple, and now you want to destroy our bodies too? Come on! Attack here!"

The mentor suddenly tore open his robe, revealing rows of ribs.

"Kill me! If my death can awaken the conscience of the world and cleanse you of your sins, I am willing to sacrifice myself!"

This impassioned speech, coupled with his portrayal of a victim, made him appear like Jesus.

The wealthy people, who were initially terrified by the explosion, now looked at Chen Zheng and his men, who were fully armed, with a hint of hostility in their eyes.

Yes.

They're just having a gathering, just doing some religious activities. At most, you'll get a warning or two.

You guys started by bombing and fighting right away, isn't that going too far?

Two particularly bold wealthy individuals even tentatively stood up, wanting to offer a few words of support.

The situation on the scene suddenly became delicate.

An Ran couldn't help but frown.

This old charlatan actually knows how to pull this trick?

If this isn't handled properly, it will become a major scandal if it gets out, and could even trigger a media storm, which would be extremely detrimental to them since they were acting on their own initiative.

However, faced with this overwhelming moral blackmail...

"puff……"

Chen Zheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Chen Zheng switched off the safety on his pistol, casually tucked it back into its holster, and slowly walked back to his mentor.

"If you have any last words, please say them."

The mentor panicked, but stubbornly refused to back down, saying defiantly, "I don't understand what you're talking about! Is pursuing faith such a capital offense to you? We are...

That's enough.

Chen Zheng interrupted him directly, "Your so-called 'sublimation' just means swindling them out of all their money and then making them sever ties with their families?"

"You mean you're making their parents cry their eyes out at home, leaving their children without money to go to school, while you're counting money until your hands cramp up backstage?"

"You..." The tutor's expression changed, and he was about to retort.

Chen Zheng, however, did not give him a chance at all.

He suddenly turned around and strode to the edge of the stage, next to the row of fragrance dispensers.

A loud thud.

Chen Zheng kicked the casing of one of the machines and shattered it.

The liquid inside spilled onto the ground, emitting a strange, sweet aroma.

He bent down, picked up a partially broken dark blue glass bottle from the wrecked machine, turned to face the crowd, and held it high.

"Come, some of you may have seen this before."

Chen Zheng shook the bottle in his hand and sneered.

"This is the root cause of your weeping and wailing."

"This stuff is nicknamed 'Blue Dream.' Its main components are hallucinogens and neurotoxins. It is a top-level prohibited substance that is strictly forbidden by the Chinese government."

"Just a tiny bit can produce mild hallucinations, amplify emotions, and cause people to lose their rational judgment."

Wow!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The wealthy men's expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively covered their mouths and noses.

No wonder they get so excited every time their mentor speaks!

"Nonsense! You're making baseless accusations!"

The instructor's sanctimonious expression finally crumbled. "That's just air freshener! You're framing me!"

Chen Zheng casually tossed the bottle to An Ran, who was standing nearby: "Whether it's a frame-up or not, we'll know once we take it back and have it tested."

He looked at his mentor again, approaching him step by step.

The tutor was forced to back away step by step by that sharp gaze until his back hit the piano.

"Trying to pull this on me?"

Chen Zheng tilted his head, a dangerous smile curving his lips.

"When I was cracking down on drug traffickers at the border, you were still playing in the mud."

"You say you're trying to change the world?"

Chen Zheng suddenly grabbed his mentor by the collar, lifted him up from the ground, and whispered:

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you into that group of rich people right now and tell them that they can escape legal punishment as long as they kill you."

"You can try to influence them later."

The mentor immediately trembled and glanced at the wealthy people below the stage.

The people who were just worshipping him now looked at him as if they wanted to devour him.

What kind of spiritual mentor, what kind of saint?

He's just a scumbag who drug people and scams them out of money.

"Arrest them."

Chen Zheng released his grip, threw his mentor to the ground, and waved to An Ran.

"Take him back and let him have a good talk with the hat about his soul."

however.

Just as An Ran was about to step forward to grab the person.

A sudden change occurred.

"Don't touch the instructor!!"

A scream rang out.

The group of white-robed believers who had been huddled in the corner of the stage suddenly rushed out.

Unarmed, they used their bodies to block their mentor, forming a human wall.

"Protect the mentor!"

"He's the only one who can save us!"

"I won't allow you to hurt him!"

Even now, this group of people, who have been completely brainwashed, remain stubbornly unrepentant.

At the very front of the human wall, directly opposite Chen Zheng, was...

She was an extremely thin girl, but with an extremely passionate gaze.

Su Xiao.