Chapter 220

"Quick! Quick, go into the house!"

Someone shouted.

A group of people rushed in in a panic.

Kicking, pulling legs, abandoning, punching...

All kinds of means were used.

The people here were either big shots in the news, celebrities from some fashion show, or the heads of some charity organization.

Don't look at how glamorous they usually are, claiming that their quality surpasses ordinary people and therefore being rich is deserved; but at this moment, they were no different from ordinary people.

Equally panicked, equally fearful, equally like headless flies.

Facts proved that so-called elites were nothing more than this.

Louis found it funny watching from the sky.

It's true, the world is originally a huge makeshift stage, and the number of true human elites is far smaller than imagined.

And these so-called elites on the stage are mostly fake.

Perhaps it's luck, perhaps it's the slaughter of schemes behind the scenes, perhaps it's like AIDS, coming up through those three paths...

However, no matter what, these people control the resources of society, and their ability to resist various emergencies is indeed stronger than that of ordinary people.

Just like now.

After entering the house, led by someone who seemed to be the owner of this villa, they each picked up a cross and walked into a circle drawn with salt.

"I've just seen it. The people who died all died suddenly with blood flowing from their seven orifices. Either it was poison or some special means."

"The crosses here were all obtained from Father Pat at St. Patrick's Cathedral, and these piles of salt are also rare holy salt. As long as we stay inside this, even if a demon comes, don't even think about getting in."

The person saying this was the owner here, a middle-aged man with a tough face. From these words, it could be seen that he probably belonged to the ranks of true elites.

It's just that at this moment, his feet were covered in blood, and he had a wet pair of ladies' panties hanging on his head. Paired with his expression of forced calmness, he looked somewhat ridiculous.

Of course, the others probably weren't in the mood to mock him; after all, they were now more agitated and fearful than the last.

"The problem isn't this! What should we do now? What just happened must be a terrorist attack! Yes, it's Ben! It must be Ben! This terrifying guy just declared war on the United States last year and even launched an assassination attempt on the Pope at the beginning of this year!"

"Poison? Special power? I think it's some kind of terrorist attack. Who knows what kind of weapons those terrifying military organizations will develop!"

"Little John! This is your villa, you have to take responsibility. Where is your security?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did my wife die!"

"Motherfuck! I want to go back!"

"..."

Seeing that a dispute was about to break out again, a flash of impatience crossed Little John's eyes.

God knows how such a group of brainless, unsteady, noisy idiots were richer than him. But no matter how dissatisfied he was, he couldn't let these guys die in his villa; otherwise, the retaliation he would incur would be something he couldn't bear.

"Everyone, quiet down. I've already made a call and activated the security system. We just need to wait here quietly for a while, and it will be safe in a while."

He tried hard to appease them.

But such a group of people obviously had their own ideas.

"Little John, where is your underground facility? Let's go in there. It's ultimately not safe here." Someone made this suggestion.

And it was instantly supported by a portion of the personnel.

Little John's expression changed.

Underground facility is just a short term. In fact, this thing is something that some wealthy people with a foundation will build. A large part of the reason is to avoid disaster, especially during the Cold War.

It is one of the most private things for these wealthy people.

Moreover, in his heart, he was still inclined to believe that this attack was some kind of mysterious power, not special technology or poisoning.

Leaving this secret room to go to the underground facility now would easily lead to trouble. No, he couldn't let them go. In this situation, he had to hold them down.

Little John quickly thought of the result in his heart, stood out, and clapped his hands.

"Everyone, it's not that I, Little John, am stingy, but we are the safest right now. The entrance to my underground facility is in the corner of the villa. If something happens while we go from here to there, what then?"

"Moreover, since we came in until now, haven't you noticed that no one has died anymore?"

"This proves that it is safe now. We just need to have a little more patience and wait quietly."

"Of course, if anyone doesn't believe it, then please, I'll tell them the location, and they can leave at any time. This is everyone's freedom, I won't stop you."

A series of soft and hard, reasonable and well-founded words successfully stabilized these dozens of people.

But at this moment.

Bang!

A woman suddenly fell to the ground, blood flowing from her mouth and nose, her eyeballs even falling out under huge pressure. She stretched her two hands forward, "Uh ah... help... help..."

"..."

One second.

Two seconds.

Then... scream!!

Everyone started to go crazy, and they ran outside frantically.

Only Little John, feeling cold all over, looked at the circle drawn by the salt pile; it had actually turned black, and the dead woman was not holding a cross.

It's mysterious power, it really is mysterious power, he didn't guess wrong!

Going to the underground facility is a mistake!

Can't let them go...

The thought stopped abruptly. Little John's expression became uncertain. He realized one thing.

He couldn't say anything.

The existence that was attacking them might be watching them right now.

Let these people attract the attention; he couldn't let all the attention be focused on himself.

Little John didn't speak again, but dialed a phone, then poured holy water he bought from a Cardinal onto himself, ate the Eucharist (bread), held a cross, walked to the corner, and sat down quietly.

And at this time.

The crowd that ran outside to find the underground facility also encountered more terrifying things.

Bang!

Crackle!

Bang, bang, bang!

One person after another fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

They groaned and struggled in pain, but still couldn't escape death.

And the crosses in their hands were all crumbling.

No one could save them.

At this time, the more elite security members finally came in. They looked at this scene in horror. Monitoring equipment, thermal imagers, all technological equipment could not point out where the enemy was for them.

Finally.

In despair, bang!

Thirty-six people, fully armed, a security team capable of robbing a bank, were completely wiped out just like that.

They didn't even last half a minute.

Modern technology, before it can fully analyze the mysterious, has absolutely no advantage when facing some special existences.

Of course, at Louis's current level, there is some suspicion of bullying the weak...

In the sky.

Louis pointed his fingers here and there, as if the God of Death were playing a game, pointing at whoever it was.

Of course, he didn't point blindly. He focused on killing the members on the list, and by the way, killed a few other rich people to stir up the water. As for those killed by mistake, there was no way; who told you that you were unlucky.

However, the crosses these people wore were quite special. When facing his Blood Curse Bead, they were actually useful!

Hmm, it's probably the difference that one Blood Curse Bead could originally kill three people, but now it can only kill one.

As for the holy salt that formed a circle just now, he used an enhanced Blood Demon Curse Bead made from the blood of a human-eating demon to successfully break through the protective circle.

Its effect can completely protect people within the circle when facing ordinary evil spirits and the like.

But facing Louis, who is at the same level as a true demon, that is far from enough.

Killing one list member after another.

Louis felt a bit bored.

He is not a pervert who likes to kill for fun.

Especially since these guys have no power to resist, it's even less interesting to play with.

After killing the last list member, Louis turned and left.

And less than ten minutes after Louis left.

A car arrived here.

A man in a priest's robe walked out of the car. He came from St. Patrick's Cathedral and was a bishop.

In the Catholic clergy system, below the Pope is the bishop level, which is divided from high to low into Cardinal, Bishop, Priest, and Deacon.

Among them, a bishop is responsible for a single diocese and already belongs to the middle level of the church. Especially for some dioceses with a large enough scope, the bishop will even be exceptionally promoted to Archbishop, higher than a bishop and lower than a cardinal, belonging to the high level of the church, qualified to go to the Vatican to attend confidential meetings.

And St. Patrick's Cathedral belongs to the ranks of large dioceses, with the top leader being an Archbishop, with two bishops under his command.

Now, a bishop came in person, which shows the influence of this group of rich people.

In fact, this was just the effect of Little John and a small number of rich people making phone calls. If everyone made phone calls, I'm afraid the Archbishop would have to come too.

No joke, they really have this influence.

Every year, the church doesn't know how many donations it receives from them, so how can it refuse them?

As soon as this bishop got out of the car, he was stunned. Several priests who accompanied him looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he didn't go in.

The bishop took out the Bible, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to piously recite the words in the Bible.

Along with the recitation, he seemed to feel something.

A moment later.

He shook his head, looked at the sky above the villa, and frowned, "Some kind of powerful existence has descended here just now, very likely a demon."

Perhaps feeling it wasn't rigorous enough, or perhaps feeling that the priests around him were too dismissive, he added, "A demon that descended in its true form."

Now the priests' expressions changed drastically.

Whether a demon descends in its true form or not makes a huge difference!

The bishop also felt bitter in his heart. He had just heard from the Archbishop a while ago that darkness would strike again, but he didn't expect to encounter a demon that seemed to have descended in its true form today.

This is too unlucky.

But he had no choice, "Let's go, let's go in and see. May the Lord bless Mr. Little John."

When they walked in, they were shocked by the tragic bloody scene and vomited repeatedly.

Since the darkness ended a hundred years ago, the church's military preparedness has been lax for a long time. Usually, dispelling an evil spirit is an occasional event. Like this big scene, these new generation of clergy members have never seen it!

Finally managed to walk into the villa.

In the corner, they finally saw Little John, who was closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Seeing them, Little John couldn't help but lean against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank God, you're finally here."

"Mr. Little John, please tell us in detail what exactly happened."

This time, the matter was very big, after all, it involved the deaths of many rich people. As everyone knows, in this capitalist country, the rich are the true masters.

Although there are many masters and their status is divided into high and low, a master is a master.

So many died at once, it absolutely belongs to big news!

The Bureau has to get involved, and even the church has to ask about this matter, especially since it is suspected to involve a demon.

Therefore, the bishop must ask the matter clearly.

Soon, the bishop who got the course of events from Little John fell into confusion.

Is this... really a demon?

However, when using the Bible to pray just now, the feeling of darkness, blood, and terror felt—if it wasn't a demon, what could it be?

Could it be... some kind of curse?

"Mr. Little John, please take the remaining people with us to the church. This can better protect you."

No matter what, protect the remaining people first, so as not to be wiped out.

Little John naturally had no objection. After this experience, he finally understood that these mysterious things are truly terrifying. Even if he holds a part of the strongest power in the secular world, he is as ridiculous as sheep in front of "them".

He is very afraid.

"Mr. Bishop, just now, what exactly was it?"

The bishop did not answer.

He couldn't give an accurate answer.

Moreover, he had another guess about this group of rich people.

"Sir, have you offended anyone recently? Or has anyone done any heretical rituals in private?"

!!!

Little John froze, and then his pupils widened.

Fuck!

It's really possible!

On this land, all kinds of heretical rituals, mysterious rituals, and witchcraft are extremely prosperous, and even their wealthy class often tries them in private.

It's really hard to say whether it was a disaster caused by one of them!

The bishop shook his head, "Next, wait for the Archbishop's order. In addition, the Bureau should also have actions. Mr. Little John should be prepared."

Louis, who finished the boring point-killing behavior, didn't know that he was considered by the bishop to be a demon descending in its true form. Now he is making straw dolls with the prepared materials.

Compared to the rich, the FBI Deputy Director with an official status is more troublesome.

At least Louis couldn't go directly to cast a curse to kill him; he had to use a more reasonable way to make him die.

Then what is more suitable than a curse?

Coincidentally, Louis had mastered a technique of Yansheng—making a straw doll—before.

Now it came in handy.

First, confirm the birth date according to the astrological instrument and data, and then stuff the hair of the Deputy Director bought at a high price into the straw doll.

Half an hour later.

A simple straw doll the size of a forearm, looking a bit ugly, just with a human shape, was formed.

The Deputy Director's name was written on the doll.

Louis took out a silver needle and stabbed it fiercely at the heart.

(End of chapter)