Chapter 4242

"Do you think I should count on you?" Linda opened her mouth and said, "No, I won't count on anyone anymore. Everyone has abandoned me, and now I can only rely on myself."

"I'm glad you think so," Kent said, "And I am not here to help you, but to do one thing independently. The evil things that happened in this town should be known to everyone, and I want to make them public. Not just you, your parents, your child, your neighbors and relatives and friends, those cultists, the town's government and police... what they did back then, and what they didn't do, should be known clearly and plainly by everyone."

"Does this make sense?"

"Of course. You might think that these people won't change, they might already be in high positions now, and don't care at all that someone is bringing up things from so many years ago. They feel that we can't shake them, but no, we can."

"If they were really fearless, they wouldn't have chosen to cover it up back when things happened. They desperately suppressed the news, erased the existence of the victims, and didn't let anyone speak about this matter, which proves that they were scared to death."

"If they weren't afraid of us, why would they have to kill us all? And the more they are afraid of something, the more we have to do it. When you hear a person's roar, it proves that you have stepped on his sore spot, and what you have to do is to be more forceful, until he is defeated. He will eventually fail."

"Really?" Linda appeared a bit contemptuous, and she said, "Whether it was when they were doing these things, or now, no one has paid any price for this, not a single one."

"I know, in the society they created, they are like gods, and no one can resist them. People who grow up in such a society will feel that they are invincible. But if you look at it from another angle, you will understand that they are just losers in another sense."

Kent walked closer and looked into Linda's eyes and said: "If they were really that powerful, why didn't they rule Los Angeles? Why didn't they rule Washington? Why didn't they unify all the states in the United States and make them all convert to the cult? Is it because they don't want to?"

Linda still looked at him blankly. Kent shook his head and said: "No, they want to so much they are going crazy. Big cities are ten thousand times more extravagant and glorious than you imagine, and no one doesn't want to rule the world from the peak of the world. Compared to this, what is such a town?"

Kent stretched out a finger and pointed outside the door and said: "Even the best attraction in this town—that waterfall—is pitifully small, let alone compared to the world's largest waterfall, it doesn't even rank in Utah, right? The town was once glorious, but can it be more glorious than the San Francisco of those years?"

"Not only can it not compare, but it is far inferior. Even if you have never been outside and have never heard of things outside, you should know that the place where you live is very, very small, simply not worth mentioning. Those big figures in your eyes are as small as ants in the eyes of people who truly stand at the tip of the pyramid."

"They didn't go to big cities and compete with those true elites, climbing up step by step to reach the true peak, simply because they couldn't do it. They are losers in a higher level of competition, and they failed miserably, unable to even stay in the big city and live the lowest life, so they could only roll back to this kind of remote place and be a local emperor."

Kent sneered and continued: "What they get from ruling this town is probably not as good as setting up a stall on the streets of Los Angeles. After all, how many Michelin chain restaurants started from the street, and what future is there here? Don't really expect to be able to develop this place into San Francisco, right?"

"So, you don't have to be afraid at all. What the people who hurt you before could rely on was not the advancement here, but precisely the backwardness here. Where civilization hasn't reached, barbarism dares to run rampant. Even any federal congressman can crush these mountain kings like crushing bugs."

Linda revealed a complex expression, and Kent immediately realized that she probably knew something.

Then Linda laughed to herself again, and she said: "You are right, they were crushed to death just like that."

And then she lowered her eyelids and said: "What about the councilors? They should count as big figures, right?"

"Which councilors are you talking about? If it's a city councilor, what needs to be focused on are those young ones; they are mostly rising figures of the party, and their families must have some background. Being a councilor at a young age means they have a bright future."

"But that is only a promising future. Too few people can walk from a small place to the big political stage. Most of the current congressmen come from big cities. And even if it's a congressman, there is always someone better, let alone the big groups that control the government. Let alone ordinary people, even rich people cannot compete with them."

"Then you still said you would make everyone pay the price."

"Yes, I dare to say so because I am a reporter. I know very well what they are afraid of. For these people, social death is a more terrible thing than physiological death; it means that they will fall into an endless abyss of emptiness and accept endless torture."

Linda revealed a look of yearning. But she bent down again and started grinding the sharp wooden stick, and said: "I don't know what a reporter is, and I don't know what you can do, but if you want to do this, I won't interfere. If you want to know anything, go to the end of the alley on the street east of this house and look."

Before walking out of the house, Kent looked at her deeply and said softly: "I have never been good at failing others' expectations."

And when he left, the evil spirit jumped out impatiently. Because of anger, his face was a bit distorted. He simply didn't say anything and grabbed Linda's neck tightly.

Linda was pressed onto the table and couldn't move. She struggled desperately, then grabbed the sharp wooden stick she had just ground with one hand and stabbed backward fiercely. Although the evil spirit couldn't feel pain, this move pushed him back. Linda turned around.

The moment she saw the agent's face, she was stunned for a moment, but soon she realized something and didn't hold back at all. She gripped the harpoon tightly with both hands, bent her knees slightly, exerted force with her whole body, roared, pierced the evil spirit's body with the harpoon, and pushed him directly outside the room door.

She turned back fiercely, pulled out the harpoon, panted heavily and said: "You shouldn't have come to find me, you bastard!"

The evil spirit was still acting, clutching his wound and saying painfully: "My God, how could you treat me like this? Have you forgotten, we went for a walk by the lake together, and I even wanted to teach you how to fish..."

"Shut up!!!!" Linda roared again. The evil spirit's words completely angered her, and she stabbed again. The evil spirit, who was just about to crawl up, was knocked down by her again.

The evil spirit cursed very nastily in his heart: Why did he control this body and couldn't feel any power at all? He was an adult male after all, how could his strength not be as good as Linda's?

Although Linda was born strong and had done rough work for a few years, she indeed had some strength, but she hadn't been trained and didn't even know how to exert force. Just relying on brute force, the evil spirit couldn't handle it. He didn't feel at all that he was bad, it was all the fault of this damn body not being strong enough; if he could get that big guy's body...

Just as he thought this, he felt a cold wind sweep past his back. A pair of pale hands appeared in front of him, and then strangled his neck tightly.

That familiar, irresistible, huge power came again. The evil spirit, who couldn't be physically hurt at all, was panicked at this moment. He even felt a trace of suffocation from this terrible attack. He is a ghost! How could he be strangled to death by someone?!

The evil spirit began to struggle desperately, kicking his legs and pulling his arms like crazy. After all, he had some supernatural power, and a burst of explosion could also exert great strength. But those hands were like they were welded to his neck, and they didn't move at all.

What was even more terrible was that he felt the curse planted in his body suddenly come alive, and it actually began to devour the power of his main body. This guy also knows black magic?!!

The evil spirit was truly panicked; he couldn't even forcibly possess someone like before and couldn't leave this body at all. But if he stayed like this, he would definitely be exhausted to death alive.

The evil spirit let out a scream of fear and used his last bit of strength to lunge forward fiercely. At this moment, he felt the power behind him loosen, but he understood that it wasn't because he had broken free.

He flipped over in a somewhat embarrassed manner and saw a pale face hidden in the darkness, and that gaze was like substance, always locking onto him tightly. The smile at the corner of the man's mouth told him that he was enjoying the fun of chasing prey.

The evil spirit lay on the ground panting heavily. When he turned to crawl up, he saw Linda. Linda stood in place blankly, as if she didn't quite understand what had happened.

She knew the evil spirit had attacked her, and she had also resisted the evil spirit, but she wasn't actually that powerful, and those two movements had exhausted most of her physical strength. She had intended to fight to the death, but didn't expect a pair of hands to suddenly appear in the darkness, and then, this guy was as embarrassed as if he were about to die.

"He was right..." Linda muttered to herself. She revealed a somewhat dazed, and somewhat self-deprecating smile, "They are nothing... nothing at all..."

She muttered while walking back. The evil spirit wanted to chase after her, but looking at the blood-stained harpoon she was carrying, his footsteps hesitated and he retreated.

He indeed wasn't afraid of physical damage, but now he was imprisoned within this body; if this body was taken down and locked up somewhere, it would be equivalent to sealing him. Linda's strength was also great, and subduing him wouldn't be a problem, so he didn't dare to take the risk.

Moreover, there was a more troublesome matter than this woman now—that damn big guy, who looked like an athlete, didn't expect to be a reporter! If the town's affairs were exposed, it would all be over, and he absolutely couldn't let him do this.

The evil spirit gritted his teeth and tried hard to move his body, which was already half-unresponsive, and chased in the direction Kent had left. He knew where Linda was referring to.

And Kent, who had already arrived at the street on the east side, found a very small basement entrance on the side of the house in the latitude direction that only one person could crawl into. He had a large body and spent a lot of effort to crawl in. And as soon as he went in, he saw a scene that made his eyes split with anger.