Chapter 124: How Fragile the FBI Is

All the FBI agents present were now trapped in a sweet illusion.

Even though they had once undergone rigorous and professional willpower training.

This did not prevent the impact they suffered upon opening that copy of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law.

The moment the hazy woman inexplicably appeared, they only glanced at her once before falling into the illusions woven by their own hearts.

Even Sun Weimin himself saw his high school deskmate; he still remembered that he had specifically pulled the other's braid, wanting the other to pay attention to him.

But that was all high school stuff! The moment he realized he had been bewitched, he bit down hard on his lips with several front teeth, and the heart-piercing pain instantly granted him a brief moment of clarity.

In that moment of clarity, he saw the situation before him clearly: several FBI agents and that Black driver were either standing frozen in place or lying on the ground.

But the exaggerated expressions on their faces and the slightly excessive movements of their hands looked as if they were having a sweet date with their dream lovers.

And that hazy woman was now squatting next to an agent lying on the ground circling his arms in the air as if holding someone and conducting some big deal, dubiously observing the space between their eyebrows.

Sun Weimin dared not waste time, and even more dared not look closely; he looked toward the direction of his bag.

Fortunately.

Just now, when the FBI agent searched his bag, he had dumped the documents right onto the engine hood beside him.

He did not go for the passport, but instead, with lightning speed, grabbed the small booklet printed with the Eight Trigrams lying under the passport.

【Taoist Certificate】 Supervised and produced by the State Administration for Religious Affairs.

The moment this document reached his hand, he immediately felt a warm current swirling in his heart, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind finally became like Sourceless Water, losing the subsequent power to churn in his heart.

At this point, Sun Weimin, his mind thoroughly restored to clarity, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because it worked!

With a load off his mind, he only then dared to turn his head and meet the gaze of that woman who had already straightened up and turned her eyes toward him... strictly speaking, toward the document in his hand.

Now her figure gradually became clear.

The two words "seductive charm" were brought to their utmost extreme on her face; from the corners of her mouth to the tips of her brows, this woman was filled with a bewitching aura.

Sun Weimin even felt that even though those chaotic thoughts were no longer in his heart, this woman before him seemed capable of hooking away his soul with just a single glance.

This... is the Peach Blossom Nightmare that escaped from the book? "A minor court Daoist?"

Sun Weimin, startled awake by the voice, came back to his senses, holding his Taoist Certificate in his left hand and raising that red-covered book bearing the national emblem, the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, in his right, pressing toward that bewitching woman.

Advancing step by step, he shouted loudly.

"You injured people without cause, disturbed public order, and are suspected of endangering public safety..."

That woman's expression did change slightly upon seeing this red-covered book, but she soon laughed out loud, interrupting Sun Weimin's recitation.

"Even the sky above has changed, what are you still reciting for? Little Daoist, the identity document in your hand can barely protect yourself; you should just marvel at your own good luck.

But that Divine Land Legalist classic seems to no longer work on me! The sky has changed; it seems this is no longer under Divine Land jurisdiction.

Moreover, wasn't it you who brought this little woman out of the Divine Land? Should I not thank you?"

Her laughter was not crisp, but rather had a somewhat soft, glutinous quality; even with Sun Weimin's vigilance, he still felt a numbing, tingling sensation.

This kind of bewitching power was not the reason his back broke out in cold sweat.

The real reason was that the Public Security Administration Punishment Law in his hand truly had not the slightest reaction.

It seemed what the woman said was right; having left the national borders, the domestic Public Security Administration Punishment Law no longer applied in America.

The woman looked at the Taoist Certificate in his hand; although she felt its protective ability was not too strong, she could try touching it if she really had to.

But there was no need.

These seven or eight foreign barbarians currently lying on the ground should be the natives of this country; their blood and qi seem exceptionally abundant!

It's just that the smell of sweat seems a bit heavy, but she's been imprisoned for two or three days and is hungry, so she won't be picky about food, right!

Lowering her head, she took a light sip at a native barbarian executing in the air before her; thick blood qi poured from the barbarian's mouth, nose, and ears, entering her mouth and nose.

A "hum" sounded, not appearing in the air, but acting directly on the soul level.

Only to see a faint protective red light actually appear on the body of the native barbarian whose blood qi she had absorbed. Although this protective red light was faint, it still blocked her blood qi absorption power.

Yet it was that little Daoist who, in the split second of a spark flint, lunged over and, with the fastest speed, fished a badge out of that barbarian's pocket and placed it into that barbarian's hand.

The moment the badge touched the barbarian's hand, this faint blood-red light appeared with a hint of majesty.

The blood qi power she had absorbed was then bounced away by that protective red light while completely unprepared.

Looking back at the others, she surprisingly discovered these people all held badges in their hands as well, and all had faint protective red lights.

These people's brows twitched slightly; it seemed they had already broken free of the mental illusion and were slowly waking up.

It was this little Daoist who did it just now.

The bewitching woman's evil-qi-bearing brows lifted, her cold, fierce gaze stabbing over like a knife; it was clear she was very angry.

"Little Daoist, on account of the court I'll let you go, yet you want to ruin my good deed?

Don't tell me you think that with that court appointment document, this old lady can't do anything to you?

Don't forget, this place is not the Divine Land; your appointment document has little protective power left! In a few more days, I'm afraid it'll be just like the appointments on these barbarians — in name only!"

She actually reached out a hand; that beautiful-nailed, slender palm actually pierced and shattered the protective red light covering the FBI agent before her like a knife.

Grabbing the badge emitting red light from the other's hand, enduring the burning sensation on her hand, she actually crushed it in one grip.

Then, reaching out to hoist the already-awake barbarian, she flew off; in just the blink of an eye, an FBI agent and a female ghost had already flown and disappeared into the distance.

Leaving behind a dumbfounded Sun Weimin.

She... actually managed to crush a police badge?! Just now, the badge reached their hands and the other FBI agents who had already awakened from the illusion watched with wide eyes as their colleague was carried off flying by an Eastern woman who was clearly not human.

And on the ground, that Black driver was still as if hugging someone, holding his arms in the air executing in the void, and that... everything was off.

"Sir, what was that?"

It was clearly the lead FBI agent; he had been the first to awaken just now.

He also saw this Eastern man pull a badge from his colleague's pocket and place it in their hands, and only then did his colleagues gradually break free of the void-executing illusion and wake up.

Looking again at the badge in his own hand, he knew it was also that Eastern man who did it.

So, this man definitely knew exactly what was going on.

Looking at the badge crushed on the ground, Sun Weimin felt deep confusion in his heart—why wasn't this female ghost afraid of the police credentials from America?

Clearly, even his Taoist Certificate from abroad could intimidate her a little, so why wasn't she afraid of the FBI badge from America? Facing the confused special agent who had already stood up from the ground beside him, Sun Weimin placed his Taoist Certificate before the opposite side.

"I am an Eastern Daoist, which is what you understand as clergy, similar to your priest."

"The one that just flew away, you can understand as... Devil! It should have been locked in that book, delivered into the hands of someone who could handle her, but you let her out..."

"Hiss..."

Devil!

This obscure term, existing only in theological religious classics, made all the special agents present suck in a breath of cold air.

These few FBI special agents looked at each other, and finally the leader took out handcuffs, then thought better of it and put them back.

"Father, now you are suspected of transporting extremely dangerous items into America without reporting, please come back with us to assist in the investigation!"

"Chen Yaozu, Daoist Twenty-Five Governance Seal Holder Celestial Master, Purple-robed Archbishop..."

When five or six FBI cars came before him, more than ten men in black clothes escorted a young Eastern man out of the car, and a person who looked very much like a supervisor walked before him and said the words above.

Chen Yaozu only then knew that something had gone wrong.

He also did not expect that simply delivering a book could still run into problems.

(Chapter End)