The Creators: From Night City

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the surroundings were remote, which suddenly added a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

But everyone followed Jiang Bing and easily found the source of the crying.

This is a little child, an Indian boy.

He was wearing a dull gray uniform and shivering in the cold wind. He was holding a farm tool and sitting in the vegetable patch, sobbing softly.

"It's little Jero, my God, why is he here!"

As everyone got closer, a soldier suddenly spoke.

The sound attracted the little boy's attention, but the dozen or so pairs of green eyes made him mistakenly think that he had encountered a coyote, so he turned and ran away in fear.

Until everyone shouted in the Wapiti Indian tribal language.

The little boy slowly stopped walking while shouting, and kept rubbing his eyes until he reunited with the others, as if it was unbelievable to see people from the tribe here.

It was not until everyone took off their evil ghost masks and night vision goggles that he rushed over with tears streaming down his face.

"Geronimo, why are you here so late?"

"Uncle Grizzly, I didn't finish my labor during the day, so the farm supervisor punished me by making me continue working here."

"They just left you in the wilderness at night. Don't they know there are wolves here?" The grizzly bear was extremely angry.

"Where's your mother? Wasn't she sent to school with you?"

"My mother used to wash clothes in the laundry room. Later, the nuns and the priests said that she had grown a big belly from eating too much and died of overeating one night."

"They carried my mother to the cemetery on the back hill and buried her."

When little Geronimo mentioned his mother, his expression became gloomy.

"I asked them during the day if I could tell my father about this so he could come and see my mother, but the guards got angry at me and told me to stay and work."

A creaking sound suddenly rang in everyone's ears. When they looked in the direction of the sound, they found that Jiang Bing's right hand, which was holding the cane, had bulging veins at this moment. The huge force was squeezing the solid metal cane so hard that it creaked.

Looking at Jiang Bing's extremely ugly face, the smart guy suddenly understood the message hidden in little Roger's words, and his expression instantly turned cold.

Soon, the atmosphere in the entire team became as cold as a sharpened blade.

"They just wanted to kill him on purpose." Jiang Bing's tone was icy cold. "As for the reason, I guess you've already figured it out."

Flying Eagle was the most intelligent. He suppressed his anger, forced a few smiles, pretended to have a normal chat, and continued to listen to little Geronimo.

"It's so desolate here. You said there's a cemetery in the back hills. Are people often buried there?"

As soon as these words were asked, it was like touching off a tear switch in little Geronimo, and he immediately burst into tears, full of fear.

"Many of our friends are dead. Black Rain, Lonely Mountain, and Wolf Song are all dead. They didn't give us food and often whipped us. We were not allowed to speak the tribal language, only English."

"But Heyuan and Luzhu can eat as much as they want. I saw several of them eating until their bellies were full."

The innocent words of young Geronimo only made everyone's eyes even colder.

"No need to ask anymore." Jiang Bing waved his hand to stop Feiying's next move.

He nodded in the direction of the school and said, "The school isn't just here. We'll have plenty of time to communicate with the teachers after we meet them."

All the Indian warriors agreed to this.

"Grizzly, go back and watch the kids. Everyone else, put on your masks and load your guns."

Jiang Bing walked in front and began to move his shoulders and do warm-up exercises in advance.

It didn't take long for them to reach the school gate.

Several armed sentries huddled in the sentries on both sides of the iron gate. Broken glass and barbed wire were inserted on the tall walls, and a searchlight was constantly scanning back and forth along the walls.

This doesn't look like a school, but rather like the Kashika Prison next door.

Chapter 238 Tragedy Under the Soil

Without anyone else's help, Jiang Bing stepped forward with a cold face and started a friendly communication.

But the other party refused to communicate and tried to resist with a gun.

But this cannot be blamed on them. Anyone who sees a group of people dressed in black and dressed like evil spirits suddenly appear in front of them silently in the middle of the night will have to reach for their guns.

Boss Jiang has always believed in using courtesy before force.

The last sentry who was slacking off in the guard post was awakened by the sound of knocking on the glass. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he suddenly found that a large number of evil ghost faces appeared in front of him. He was so scared that he lost his soul and his hands and feet were cold.

Just as he was about to reach for his gun, Jiang Bing grabbed his neck with his hand, his fingers contracted, and his cervical vertebrae were instantly squeezed into more than a dozen sections.

Now other places are also in trouble.

Throwing the guard, who had collapsed into a puddle of mud, into the sentry box along with the other corpses, Jiang Bing took the lead and pushed open the locked iron door with his hands and entered the Catholic School called San Inandro.

Before the guard inside the door could react, Jiang Bing pierced his chest with his cane and nailed him to the wall.

Blood flowed down the wall, dyeing the land that was already stained with blood red.

After everyone entered the yard, Jiang Bing closed the iron gate with his backhand. The thumb-thick cast iron latch was as soft as plasticine in his hand. He rolled it into a ball several times and locked the gate tightly.

Now you can't open it even if you have the key.

"Cover the child's eyes and don't let him see this." Jiang Bing instructed the grizzly bear at the end of the team to take good care of the child, twisted his cane, and pulled out the cane sword.

"Divide into two teams. One team will clear out the armed men. As usual, shoot anyone who dares to use a gun. The remaining team will gather everyone up and kill anyone who resists."

Everyone bowed their heads murderously and turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

San Inandro Catholic School is a typical church school, but the entire school incorporates a lot of military fortress and church elements. The red brick exterior walls are reinforced with gray cement, and the roof is extremely steep.

The windows were extremely narrow, and the window frames were all made of solid metal pillars, each of which was painted dark green, exuding a sense of decay and coldness.

Large areas of the exterior walls were painted with white lime, but in the humid environment, large patches of mold seeped out, resembling tearful human faces.

Jiang Bing looked at the Latin school motto engraved next to the pillars of the main gate and couldn't help but sneer.

"Obedience is a virtue, interesting."

Accompanied by sporadic gunshots, Jiang Bing walked slowly around the campus holding a cane and sword.

The east wing is a row of boys' dormitories with attics, all of which are large bunk beds with thirty or forty people squeezed together.

On the side is the tool room, which contains, in addition to the farm tools needed for labor, a large number of belts and wooden sticks used for corporal punishment.

The west wing is the dormitory for female students and female staff. The windows of the dormitory are welded with iron bars and the doors are locked.

To one side is the infirmary, basement, and solitary confinement room.

The central area is the three-story brick and stone main building, where classrooms, principal's office, church, and staff dormitories are integrated.

Soon, a large number of students were released from the dormitories and gathered in front of the bell tower with a cross and the school bell hanging on the top.

Hundreds of people gathered in the square. The scene was chaotic at first, but it gradually returned to calm under the organization of adult women of the Wapiti Indian tribe and a large number of 15- and 16-year-old youths.

Originally, all the prisoners here were Indians. When Eagle took off his mask and loudly announced his identity, the scene suddenly became quieter.

Of course, the soldiers dressed in black, wearing devil masks and standing around with guns in their hands also played a big role.

After an armed seizure of power, it is inevitable that some people will be covered in blood.

Dozens of ragged teachers, logistics staff, religious personnel, management, and supervisors were escorted into the church. Feiying led several adult women of Wapiti India to Jiang Bing.

He gritted his teeth, his face grim as he reported to Jiang Bing, "Black King, the children who were kidnapped during the day have all been found. They were brought here by train this evening. I just briefly questioned the women of the tribe who arrived earlier. Excluding these new children, nearly a quarter of the women and children who arrived earlier were tortured to death."

"Before we deal with these animals, I think it's necessary for you to go with me to see their daily living environment."

Jiang Bing glanced at several women who were obviously pregnant, his expression calm.

"First, screen out the people from the Wapiti Indian tribe and have them watch over the children from the other tribes to make sure nothing happens. Also, find two people from the tribe who are familiar with the school and go to the church to identify the people. Don't let anyone escape."

Feiying glanced at the church where the school staff were being held with bloodshot eyes, nodded viciously, and turned to instruct his companions to take the tribal women who were more familiar with the academy to the church to verify the head count.

The two followed an Indian woman with a slightly protruding belly into the main building.

The first thing that catches your eye is rows of classrooms.

There are "confession corners" in the corners of these classrooms, with iron collars hanging on them to lock up students who violate discipline.

The desks were nailed to the ground, and the blackboard was covered with empty words about American freedom and democracy.

The cafeteria is quite large, but it only has tables and no chairs, so students usually eat while standing.

The two followed the woman into the kitchen and took a quick look around, realizing that the students' meals were so bad that even pigs wouldn't want to eat them.

The two then visited the laundry room and found that the space was incredibly large compared to the number of people in the school.

This is because in addition to the dirty clothes produced by the school, a large amount of clothes from Saint Denis are sent here for cleaning every day, and the remuneration obtained naturally falls into the pocket of the school.

The two of them went to visit the cemetery on the back mountain.

To be honest, it's extremely simple. There are no tombstones, just wooden signs with identification numbers hastily written on them. The graves are small, but the pits are next to each other, so densely packed that it's impossible to count the exact number at once.

Feiying listened to the woman guiding the way and translated for Jiang Bing, "Those who died of starvation, disease, beatings, and abuse over the years are all buried here." Feiying's teeth chattered with anger, nearly devouring the flesh and sleeping on the skin. He pointed to another plot of land that was frequently excavated but lacked a tombstone and said, "All the infant remains are buried here. I guess no one can count them anymore."

As Feiying spoke with gritted teeth, a faint white mist suddenly rose from the earthen slope that looked more like a mass grave than a cemetery. From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, countless even thicker and colder white mists gathered towards Jiang Bing.

"188 dead bodies and 46 infant corpses are just the number of souls buried here. This is their blood debt, Eagle, you must remember it for them."

Jiang Bing spoke.

Chapter 239: Punishing the Past and Preventing the Future, Treating the Disease and Saving the Life

Although he was unsure why the Black King was so sure, Feiying nodded without hesitation.

The three returned to the San Inandro concentration camp.

Inside the church, the faculty and staff remained silent at gunpoint.

Of course, it could also be for God's sake.

The candles in the church were lit, illuminating the dark sky a little. The tall and narrow stained-glass windows filtered out dark red and dark green moonlight spots, which seeped into the stone brick floor like blood clots.

Jiang Bing looked at the painting on the east window of an angel handing the Bible to a crawling Indian and felt a little disgusted.

“Do you think God cares?”

Jiang Bing turned around and questioned the principal who was kneeling in front of him.

“Care about everything you do.”

"pagan!"

The principal, dressed as a priest, held his head high with a look of righteousness on his face.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. How can I say, ‘I can’t’?

"You pagans are like wolves that can never be tamed. You never understand that we are helping you bathe in God's glory and enjoy the fruits of civilization and progress, but all you get in return is ruthless betrayal. God is watching you again, and you will be punished!"

"That's enough." Jiang Bing interrupted the other person impatiently.

He grabbed the man's hair and lifted him up from the ground, forcing his facial features, which were distorted by severe pain, to turn towards the Indian woman beside him.

"God lets you rape women?!"

"God told you to kill children?!"

"God allows you to abuse your power for personal gain?!"

"God tells you to strangle babies?!"

“Is God your father or your mother?!”

"What's going on? Are you bullying him because he's a clay figurine made of wood and can't speak? Are you blaming him for everything?"

"You guys! Isn't this! Bullying! An honest person!!"

The old priest was speechless, or perhaps he was unable to think because of the pain.

Jiang Bing casually threw him in front of the black wooden altar.

"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles; they will run and not be weary; they will walk and not faint." The old priest prostrated himself on the ground and kept muttering to himself.

"Stop praying"

Hearing Jiang Bing's scolding, the old priest prayed even harder.

“O LORD, save me from the wicked man; protect me from the violent man.”

"He won't come to save you." Under Jiang Bing's instructions, Feiying put a rope around the principal's neck.