Chapter 3225

Bruce, hiding in the ventilation duct, watched Old Siltek in a suit and leather shoes walk into the studio. He noticed that the bodyguard behind this guy shouldn't be the kind of ordinary trained security personnel, because he was wearing a jacket and a cross on his chest.

Old Siltek was indeed prepared for the church long ago, Bruce thought while staring at the scope. If he had counted on those people from the church, he might have really escaped this disaster.

Not long after Old Siltek sat down, a commotion came from outside the side door of the studio. Just as staff members were walking over to check, a group of protesters rushed in directly.

The three bodyguards brought by Old Siltek were clearly there to deal with the church. Although they might have made achievements in mysticism, they clearly hadn't done normal security work. With so many people rushing in, they were also stunned.

The bodyguards' movements slowed down, and the protesting crowd directly broke through the blockade at the door. Ms. Theresa, who was at the front, rushed onto the stage fiercely, grabbed Old Siltek's collar, and pressed him to the ground.

Old Siltek was also stunned. He clearly didn't expect such a thing to happen. All the preparations he made were clearly to deal with the church's assassination, which was equivalent to setting up a posture to play Tai Chi.

As a result, he was greeted by a flurry of wild punches.

The so-called wild punches beat the master to death. The anger of this group of protesters had been ignited to the limit, and there were many of them, and no one at the scene could stop them. Soon they all rushed onto the stage, grabbed Old Siltek, and beat him to death.

Although Ms. Theresa was a woman, there were also many strong men among the protesters. A big man swung his fist and hit Old Siltek with a few punches.

Old Siltek was already old, and he had no precautions at all. He didn't even have the ability to struggle and was directly beaten unconscious.

This still didn't relieve their hatred. The protesters surrounded Old Siltek and beat him fiercely, soon beating him until he was covered in blood.

Bruce calculated that the time was about right, aimed at the protester's head, and pulled the trigger directly.

But this time the die thrown out wasn't blood red, but black gold, and lived up to expectations by throwing a big failure.

Bang!

The bullet flew past the head of the leading protester, directly hitting a hole in the background board.

The sound of gunfire was a sedative for everyone.

But after a few seconds of silence, more screams erupted. Ordinary staff members fled frantically, and protesters also found cover in the face of life and death. Only the reporters who rushed in from behind filmed everything.

A brave female reporter hid behind a chair and said, "Siltek is shooting protesters! He is shooting protesters!!!! Ah ah ah!!"

Bruce fired five or six shots in a row. Although he aimed at vital parts every time, because every time he threw a big failure, he didn't hit once, the whole process was human body tracing.

Immediately after, he fired more than a dozen shots until the police rushed in. Bruce withdrew from the ventilation duct and said in his heart, "Thanks, Nyar, I'll pay for the publication of the novel."

"Happy trading," Nyar said.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Bruce withdrew from the TV station at the fastest speed. When he arrived at the car, he threw the gun back and let out a long breath.

"How is it?"

"Basically executed perfectly," Bruce said. "At the very least, it's a paralysis."

"Not dead? Then will our employer pay?"

"Of course he will, because by doing this, not only did we vent his anger, but it will also seriously affect Siltek's stock price. We will get a bonus."

At noon that day, this explosive news spread across the entire East Coast. Although all the protesters were arrested, Old Siltek was also seriously injured and unconscious until now.

And the reporters filmed the whole process. Anyone with some knowledge of firearms could see that the sniper was definitely aiming for vital parts, but the protesters were particularly lucky.

Some people were tripped by chairs just when they were aimed at the head, and the bullets flew past their ears. Some people were aimed at the heart, but just happened to bend over to beat someone, avoiding a fatal blow.

Under the rendering of reporters, this naturally became one of Old Siltek's criminal evidences, because only he had the motive to act against the protesters at the scene.

Coupled with the information they obtained earlier from the mouths of the so-called Public Relations Department personnel, which was the fact that Old Siltek had long been dissatisfied with this group of people who lowered the satisfaction of public opinion surveys, all media were saying that Old Siltek bought murder.

More importantly, Old Siltek had been too ruthless some time ago and offended almost all his competitors. At this moment, they all came to kick him while he was down, including insurance giants in several surrounding states. Their energy was very strong. In just one day, public opinion fermented into a mess.

And just as Bruce expected, the wealthy businessman who hired them not only didn't deduct money but also gave an extra ten thousand bonus, and said they did a beautiful job.

If Old Siltek died, his inheritance would undoubtedly be inherited by his only son. After all, no one knew that Greed was dead now.

But if the father didn't die, then the inheritance matter had to be delayed, which would lead to the successor being unable to successfully take over the business in the first time, which gave competitors a chance to play dirty.

Compared to the dust settling, all businessmen preferred a chaotic situation, and the wealthy businessman who hired Bruce was naturally the same. Killing Old Siltek could only vent his anger, but if he was seriously injured and unconscious and kept being rescued, there were many places to play tricks.

After getting the money, Bruce entered an empty house again, found a computer, and began to use some less legal means to collect information.

The Pale Face watched from the side, but he no longer had any surprised emotions.

He now discovered that Bruce belonged to the kind who lived up to expectations by failing expectations, learned very well in aspects of not learning well, danced on the edge of moral bottom lines, and spread his wings on the edge of the law.

You say he isn't Batman, he is both civil and military. You say he is Batman, he is both civil and military in areas Batman doesn't involve.

The Pale Face was really a little curious about how he grew up like this.

Soon Bruce found some more secret information, mainly learned through some flight routes and airspace exchanges, that a team from the Holy City was approaching, and might have already approached Faraines.

"People from the Pope's side came?" He muttered to himself with some doubt, but soon shook his head. It was public information that the Pope was almost dying. Looking at the Pope's state, Bruce felt that he shouldn't be faking illness. It was unlikely that the old man would run to such a far place.

Besides the Pope, that should be the only remaining Grand Prophet. The Grand Prophet went to Faraines, probably also for the disaster that descended there.

Bruce inferred from the information that he probably brought about one or two hundred people. After thinking about it, he said, "The Pope doesn't have much time left. If the Grand Prophet takes over the church, it will be difficult to overthrow the church again."

"You want to overthrow the church. Is this a victory condition?"

"No, but I promised to help a friend publish a book," Bruce said. "The church won't allow this book to be published, so to publish it, we must overthrow the church."

The Pale Face naturally knew that the church wasn't a good thing, so he said, "What do you plan to do?"

"Old Siltek should be waking up soon. He won't think it was us who did it, but will only think this is the church's retaliation against him."

"You want them to bite each other?"

"That's right, but now the Grand Prophet's power is too strong, we have to take away some of the weights on his side."

Bruce picked up the doorplate from the side, put it in his arms, and then said, "Let's go, back to Faraines."

Shiler and Batman were moving forward in a tunnel of the cave. Very unsurprisingly, the church people knew about this underground cave, and they conducted a simple search inside.

But it was also because the cave was accessible in all directions, and the location of the small wooden house was too far, so they ultimately couldn't search there.

Shiler and Batman, on the premise of carefully avoiding their search and arrest, rushed towards the lighthouse.

"Are you sure you can handle the lighthouse's power facilities?"

"Of course," Batman said. "Joker's set of electric shock equipment was modified through the lighthouse's power facilities. I went to check it before, and it's easy to cause irreparable damage."

He cast his gaze on the box Shiler was holding, and then said, "If, as you said, this thing can summon a monster in a lightless environment, what about the lighthouse windows?"

"The lighthouse is very large, the light that the windows can provide is too limited, and more importantly, the lighthouse is too close to the pier."

Batman immediately remembered the situation at the pier. After they sank a ship and directly smashed it onto the heads of those resting Deep Ones, the fog on the pier became thicker and thicker.

The fog gradually spread to the vicinity of the lighthouse. Batman still remembered that in this kind of fog, the range that light could spread was really too limited.

If the fog completely covered the lighthouse before nightfall, then the moonlight would almost have no effect.

If they cut off the lighthouse's electricity again, then most of the lighthouse would definitely fall into complete darkness.

"Aren't you afraid that this monster will kill the Grand Prophet?"

"He isn't that weak, but if it's unfortunate, it can only be considered his bad luck," Shiler thought for a while and said, "Do you remember the curse you mentioned before?"

Batman nodded and said, "Do you have any new ideas?"

"There are two possibilities regarding the curse: either all of us were cursed after coming here, or we were attracted here because we were cursed."

"Sounds like you think it's the latter."

"That's right," Shiler's tone lowered, and he said, "Someone arranged all this, gathering us here at this moment."

"For what?"

"What do you think? Gathering people with the same special attributes at a certain moment, what do you think the reason would be?"

"This reminds me of black magicians," Batman said. "They will find some people with the same attributes for sacrifice."

"Exactly, and if someone directed all this, then he might have started preparing many years ago when the tragedy of the Madeline family happened."

"Do you think the Grand Prophet did it?"

"Perhaps so, I only know that this must have an inseparable connection with the church."