After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Yue Fei's face was full of sorrow.

“I think that soon, Zoroastrianism will have a major conflict with the local authorities.”

Zhou Yan nodded.

"I can tell."

Cults are not tightly organized institutions; they are simply groups of people from the lower rungs of society who band together and spout nonsensical nonsense. Because of this, anything can happen within a cult.

For example, Zhou Yan observed that some mid-to-high-level members of cults who were already dissatisfied with their state and municipal governments had the idea of ​​attacking police stations to force the government to change its stance. Because the cult organizations were loosely managed, by the time Fang La and others found out that their subordinates were attacking the municipal government, the mayor's wife might have already been sleeping with him for several days.

Yue Fei drove his car into a nearby city. As soon as he entered the city, he saw Zoroastrian propaganda posters on the road signs, and many scantily clad young women were handing out Zoroastrian leaflets everywhere.

Yue Fei slowed down the car at the right time, and as Zhou Yan instructed, drove the car to a nearby street where there were few people.

After parking the car, Yue Fei looked at Zhou Yan with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Yan grinned.

"Fang La knew that what he was doing was a business that could get him killed, so there were some things he dared not do openly. For example, he stored his small amount of gold in a domestic bank, but he wasn't comfortable with it abroad, so..."

Zhou Yan got out of the car and strolled forward into the street. As he walked, the muscles on Zhou Yan's face twitched, and in a short while, he transformed into a young man's face that he had never seen before.

Zhou Yan walked into a shop called "Lin Xiang Ice Storage" in the residential area. The shop owner saw Zhou Yan come in, glanced at him, and asked.

"What would you like, sir? Ice cream, popsicles, or perhaps sliced ​​beef or lamb?"

The shop owner was a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a bald head. Because his appearance was so typical, Zhou Yan felt for a moment that it was a real pity that this man didn't become a character actor specializing in middle-aged people.

Zhou Yan shook his head and simply said...

Do you sell fried noodles here?

The shop owner's expression changed.

"Not for sale, but we have fried rice."

Zhou Yan replied again.

"Do you have seafood fried rice? It would be best if you could add pineapple."

The boss looked serious.

"Pineapple is unavailable, but strawberries would be fine?"

"Then add a strawberry, and remember to chop it into strawberry jam."

The boss came out from behind the front desk.

"Come with me."

The shop owner walked into the store, walked around several rooms, and then opened the door to the freezer. The freezer was quite large, with several rooms further inside.

Zhou Yan walked to a room in the ice storage, then looked up and saw his iris, modified by Huasheng, appear in front of the room's camera. After confirmation, an electronic voice came out.

"password?"

Zhou Yan said in a low voice.

"I am the best in the world!"

With a creaking sound, the freezer door opened, and Zhou Yan walked in.

Inside the ice storage room was a two-square-meter room with a table on it. On the table was a pile of gold bars, which Zhou Yan estimated to be worth tens of millions based on their size.

This place was one of Fang La's secret treasuries, specifically used to store the wealth he had extracted from his followers.

……

after a while.

Zhou Yan walked out of the store and into Yue Fei's car. As soon as he got in, Zhou Yan placed the bag containing the gold bars in front of Yue Fei.

Yue Fei glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise.

"This is?"

Zhou Yan said smugly.

"One of Fang La's treasuries. I've overheard the locations of all these treasuries. If we take all of Fang La's, no, I mean the Zoroastrian Church's, money, the Zoroastrian Church will definitely fall into internal strife!"

9. Magical Combat

Chapter 702, Chapter Thirty: How to Jump Out

The next morning.

Fang La had just woken up and instinctively reached for his phone by the bedside to check the time. After confirming the time, he checked his social media and text messages. As a busy man, Fang La's phone often carried very important information.

For example, when Fang La was searching his phone, he found a new message in his text messages.

"I've taken the grapes."

Fang La's eyelids twitched.

Zero Grapes took it!?

This was a text message that Fang La set up for one of his secret stashes of money, to remind himself if his secret stash was compromised.

Once you see this text message, it means...

Fang La threw off his blankets, not even bothering to eat or brush his teeth, and hurriedly got out of bed. Because the matter of the slush fund involved secrets, Fang La dared not entrust it to anyone else. He could only drive himself away from the Zoroastrian cathedral (a large villa) where he lived, and went to several nearby cities.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Fang La placed the money he had earned as the leader of a cult in different places and had different people guarding it. Since the money was scattered and each place only had tens of millions or millions, Fang La was too lazy to find those awakened management institutions whose guarding fees alone were probably more than the money he had deposited. Instead, he went to some relatively ordinary deposit points.

Perhaps it was because the place where he deposited his money was rather ordinary, but after visiting several places, Fang La discovered that all the money he had deposited had been withdrawn. The scoundrel across the street hadn't left him, his master, a single penny.

After checking and finding himself penniless, Fang La left the last vault location.

To be honest, although it was heartbreaking to feel like his entire savings had been stolen, as a demigod, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of assets were just a matter of working hard for a few more years.

The only question is, who stole his own vault?

It's not the theft itself that's scary, but the thief's lingering interest. If the other party has already stolen your wealth once, they might do it again.

Therefore, we must catch these rats as quickly and diligently as possible.

The method of catching them is not difficult. Seeing that the other side, Qi, has found out his own little treasure chest without missing a single one, Fang La has a very legitimate reason to suspect that there is a thief in his life.

Fang La drove back to his church. Zoroastrianism was a rather loosely organized cult with weak connections between its upper and lower levels. However, since they were able to get something from Fang La's treasury, they must have been acquaintances with whom Fang La had an inseparable relationship.

After arriving at his office, Fang La took out his phone and contacted his people one by one.

Shi Bao, Wang Yin, Fang Jie, Si Xingfang, Li Tianrun, and others were named by Fang La one by one. These were all Fang La's close friends or loyal subordinates. They all knew more or less about Fang La's secret stash of money, but no one said anything.

Now the secret stash has been stolen...

One by one, they made phone calls, chatting more or less. With the first two Shi Bao, Wang Yin seemed unable to get any information from them by talking on the phone. But when he called Li Tianrun, something unexpected happened.

Li Tianrun did not answer the phone.

The first call didn't go through, so Fang La called a second time, but still no one answered.

This is a big problem.

Fang La let Li Tianrun go first, then called Si Xingfang, Pang Wanchun and others. After making these calls, Fang La found that three people did not answer his calls: Li Tianrun, Lü Shinang and Fang Jie.

This is a serious problem.

Fang La left his office and drove to the nearest residence where Fang Jie lived.

Fang Jie lived in a private house in the Third Ring Road area. He had a wife and two children. During the Spring Festival, Fang La often went to Fang Jie's house to eat and drink, watching Fang Jie and his wife and children playing with envy.

Fang Jie's house was a very lively place, but when Fang La arrived, it was already deserted. Moreover, judging from the moldy bread, fruit and other food, it seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.

The same was true of Lü Shinang and Li Tianrun's homes. When Fang La went to inspect them, he found that the homes of these trusted confidants were also empty, with a layer of dust on the ground, indicating that no one had been seen for more than half a month.

His own trusted confidants had already transferred their children and wives away.

Fang La didn't believe his good brother would betray him for a little money. This demigod went to the neighbors and asked about the accommodation of Lü Shinang, Fang Jie, Li Tianrun and others. He was told that he hadn't seen any lights on in their houses for a long time.

Fang La then went to the school where Fang Jie, Lü Shinang, and Li Tianrun's children studied and asked their homeroom teacher, and received the same answer.

The children of these three trusted brothers had long since disappeared without a trace.

At this point, Fang La finally believed that his brother had absconded with the money, taking their children and wives with him.

Fang La returned to his office dejectedly. He didn't think that a loss of tens of millions was too devastating for a demigod, but what disappointed him was that his most trusted brother had run away for such a small amount of money.

Thinking even further ahead, it's possible that none of his brothers knew that someone was trying to steal his secret stash of money.

I must investigate my brother's affairs thoroughly.

Fang La took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of his remaining four or five trusted confidants. He wanted to call these confidants over and question them one by one.

……

far away.

Yue Fei shook his head as he listened to the eavesdropping device while holding the earpiece with one hand.

"Fang La's group is finished."

Li Tianrun, Fang Jie, Lü Shinang, and others were all killed by Yue Fei and Lin Chong. After killing them, their wives and daughters were imprisoned, and Zhou Yan's illusion magic was used to implant memories into their neighbors, teachers, classmates, and others.

This operation made Fang La realize that there was a thief in his own house. Normally, when you find a cockroach next to you, there are actually ten thousand cockroaches having a party in places you can't see.

Therefore, Fang La will next conduct a purge of those around him. At this time, as long as we provide some positive guidance and place our own people around Fang La, this cult will be like a certain winery, with only one loyal villain and the rest being either undercover agents or investigators.

Even later, after Fang La abdicated, it's possible that the people who took over were all from the FBI.

Yue Fei put down the listening device earpiece and looked intently at Zhou Yan, who was enjoying a massage from Lin Chong.

Frankly speaking, if the FBI had carried out this plan, the success rate would not have exceeded 10%, because they lacked intelligence and did not have a clear understanding of the various relationships. However, after Zhou Yan arrived, he only took one look at the Zoroastrian cult, and the subsequent plan he devised went exactly as he had predicted, like a pre-arranged script.

Of course, the most important thing is that Fang La's slush fund, with over 100 million yuan, has all ended up in Yue Fei's hands. Even without the support of Congress, Yue Fei now has enough money to get the bureau's employees to do private work.

It's embarrassing to say this, but FBI investigators are willing to do side jobs when they're paid. If you pay enough, they can use FBI resources to do work for you.

As long as there's enough money, FBI investigators' belts are always loose.

"Mr. Wu."

Yue Fei smiled politely at Zhou Yan. (Nine)

"Are you interested in joining the FBI?" Ling

Yue Fei felt that it was a waste of Zhou Yan's talent not to serve the people.

Zhou Yan, who was enjoying a comfortable massage, raised an eyebrow. 8

"I'm afraid that won't work; I'm still a murderer."

“These are minor matters. As long as Mr. Zhou is willing to work with me to make greater efforts for the people and solve more social problems, I have a way to help Mr. Zhou obtain a pardon from the Supreme Court.”

The Eastern Xia United States has many top-tier arrest warrants. Once these warrants are issued, special privileges can be requested from the Grand Justice of the National Court, such as a pardon that can acquit a criminal.

Yue Fei believed that with Zhou Yan's talent, as long as he captured a few transnational drug lords, he could obtain a pardon from the Supreme Court. Once his crimes were cleared, Zhou Yan would be a law-abiding citizen again and a great detective who could strike fear into the hearts of criminals and evildoers.

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"I'm not in the mood for that, I'm not..." U

Lin Chong, who was holding Zhou Yan's shoulder, felt Zhou Yan's shoulder suddenly stiffen.

"Brother Wu? What's wrong?!"

Lin Chong inquired.

A layer of white sweat quickly seeped from Zhou Yan's forehead.

"nothing……"

Zhou Yan's voice trembled slightly. The young man looked at Little Yama beside him and sent a telepathic message into the secret passage.

"Oh no, I sense danger again."

Little Yan Jun lifted his head from his phone, his questioning eyes meeting Zhou Yan's.

"Danger? What danger?"

"We already have Yue Fei, a demigod, by our side this time. The one who can make me feel danger at this moment should be..."

Zhou Yan took a breath.

"It must be the true god who intervened."

Seeing that the demigod couldn't capture Zhou Yan, Gao Qiu probably went to the true god for help.