Chapter 734: The wall has fallen

The Lord in the crucifix had a face full of sorrow, but also carried some benevolence and forgiveness; it seemed that at the moment he suffered, he had already forgiven all those who had sinned.

It's just that I don't know if he has also forgiven the priest at this very moment.

The priest slowly turned his head, feeling something in his heart. He looked up at the crucifix facing him with its head lowered, then turned his head to look at the supervisor.

"If you want to pray and confess, you can wait until tomorrow during the day; it's night now, and I need to rest."

He appeared quite calm, but the hand clenched tightly in his sleeve told him clearly that he wasn't as calm, or as strong, as he had imagined.

The supervisor looked at him with a smile. "They have already confessed."

"Confessed what?", he asked.

"Confessed that you, as a cadre of the Holy Bell Party in Tomato Town, control the evil criminal activities of liquor, prostitution, and human trafficking in this town."

The priest's face became very ugly. "This is an accusation without basis; can you produce evidence?"

The supervisor revealed a very strange smile. "We are not the police, priest."

He leaned his body forward, his knuckles knocking on the surface of the podium. "We are the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Hazardous Materials; we can arrest people first, and then talk to you about evidence!"

He even said some things directly. "Actually, it wouldn't be impossible to forge some; you know, we are professionals in this regard."

"Even a judge might not necessarily be able to tell!"

After he finished speaking, he retreated to his original position, then shook his head. "Arrest him, tell him his rights."

Soon the agents behind the supervisor held the priest down and handcuffed him, and also read out what he could do.

The priest remained silent throughout, constantly reciting the Bible in his heart, hoping that the Lord could grant him the strength to resist these evil people.

"Ah..."

"I say..."

In less than half an hour, he was willing to cooperate; it seems the Lord doesn't care that much about him either.

Of course, it's also possible that the Lord's gaze didn't fall on him.

Torture and forced confession will always be the greatest enemy of judicial justice, but sometimes, when dealing with some people who do evil, it is very necessary.

Under the effect of torture, the priest, who hadn't been this painful in decades, didn't last long before giving up.

The Lord taught him many things, but he didn't teach him how to endure pain.

All his persistence didn't seem as important as he himself; at this moment, even the faith he believed in had to make way for himself!

Accompanied by the priest confessing his, and all the criminal acts of the Holy Bell Party people in the town, the sound of police sirens in Tomato Town didn't stop all night.

They constantly knocked on the doors of some houses, brought some people out, and covered their heads with their own clothes or prepared hoods.

More criminal details were being learned by people. Reporters from some newspapers had already arrived at the scene; they were urgently wanting to know what other terrifying content was in this organized crime case led by the priest!

Dai Er did a good job, catching them very accurately, or perhaps Lanse provided him with very necessary clues.

The state police assisting from the side also made the organization and arrest of the entire case smoother. A large amount of news material was gathered to different newspapers. These newspaper reporters were like they had eaten stimulants, organizing these materials almost without sleeping, and then looking for news points that could make the newspapers sell out.

In the four or five days after Dai Er began to fully push for the arrest of these criminals, after careful review, a large number of newspapers began to report on this matter, as if they had agreed upon it.

It is worth mentioning that the largest newspaper in Likailai State, "Tide Newspaper," this time the front page headline was no longer a huge pair of breasts that occupied the entire cover and even gave people a feeling of almost bursting out of the newspaper, but a criminal wearing clerical attire sitting in a cage.

This was a rare moment for "Tide Newspaper" to report on such a serious matter!

Although what people expected wasn't this thing, they still bought a large number of "Tide Newspaper," wanting to confirm what exactly it was, that even breasts weren't its match!

You don't know until you look, and you're shocked when you look.

Many crimes related to the Holy Bell Party were disclosed, and soon after, a large number of "Bell-leavers" began to appear in the northern region of Likailai State.

Some social celebrities who had previously had a good relationship with the Holy Bell Party began to refuse to answer any questions raised by reporters who came to their doors, and some even stood on the opposite side of the Holy Bell Party very extremely—

For reporters, making things difficult for celebrities was definitely much more interesting than making things difficult for the people. They liked to see those celebrities make a fool of themselves, which could very well drive the sales of newspapers.

The celebrities' reaction speed was also very fast. The concentrated reporting by the media made them feel the seriousness of the situation. Those with keen senses made a decision at the first opportunity.

For a time, the entire Likailai State, and even the entire Federation, began to discuss this matter!

"Bang..."

Accompanied by a Bible smashing a stained-glass window hard amidst "clatter clatter clatter" and "clatter clatter clatter," Joshua's temper seemed to finally be a little smaller.

His study was already very chaotic, with some things thrown everywhere.

The silver wine cup on the ground was still swaying back and forth, and there wasn't much wine left inside.

There were also some utensils, glass shards, visible everywhere.

Joshua vented fiercely; the pressure from the outside made him completely unable to lift his head.

Before these few days, he was still that saint of the Holy Bell Party, representing the Lord's will.

A few days later, he became the "leader of a criminal organization entrenched in the northern region of Likailai State, possessing extremely strong concealment and deceptiveness."

Fuck!

How could they be so fickle?

What made him feel even more angry was that those damn big shots who had cooperated with him many times all began to distance themselves from him.

Keeping silent and refusing to admit knowing him was already the most decent response from these people, and some even fired at him directly, as if only by getting him killed could they prove they were innocent!

He panted, looking around with an injured expression.

He couldn't help but be angry, and he couldn't help but be hurt.

The newspaper at his feet was a photo of Executive Committee Member Dai Er of the State Prohibition Committee and two other committee members standing in front of an open space in a warehouse.

Behind them, mountains of liquor were being moved out of the warehouse by a forklift, and many staff members were counting these liquors. The title was named "The Destruction of the Super Warehouse."

One warehouse, millions worth of liquor was just destroyed like that, damn it; his heart was bleeding!

And this was just one warehouse!

He turned his head to look at another newspaper on the ground that was wrinkled and covered in footprints, on which a municipal councilor raised his hand to stop the reporter's filming and left quickly; it could be seen that he was a bit embarrassed now.

The title of this report was "... Councilor refuses to admit having ties with the Holy Bell Party."

They didn't just have ties, they had transactions, and more things.

On the half-torn newspaper dragged on the desktop, a social celebrity called the Holy Bell Party the shame of Likailai State.

But the person who said this forgot that he had also attended a special party hosted by Joshua!

These sons of bitches!

Eating his, drinking his, taking his, now that something happened, none of it worked anymore.

Joshua stumbled and fell onto the sofa, supporting his head with both hands, the whole person looking very lost and confused.

Where was the road to the future? He seemed unable to see it clearly anymore.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. "Saint, they have arrived."

They referred to those high-level cadres in the gang; they knew too much, so Joshua had withdrawn them all.

Rather than betting that these people hadn't been discovered or betrayed, it was better to stabilize the situation first.

He said "I know," then stood up supporting his legs with both hands. He didn't go out immediately; he needed to adjust his state.

After about seven or eight minutes, he opened the door and went out quickly. The whole person looked no different from the past, and might even give people a stronger aura!

He came to the high-backed chair that represented supreme power, turned around to face the people under the steps, pressed his hands on the armrests, and sat down slowly.

The small church immediately became quiet. People sent him greetings, and he returned the greetings one by one. His gaze constantly scanned these people, paying attention to some of them; he didn't even trust these people a little bit now!

Who knows if any of them have been bought off?

He had never thought that one day, he and his Holy Bell Party would be so difficult.

The small church remained quiet because no one spoke first.

This gradually solidifying atmosphere lasted for about two or three minutes before Joshua raised his hand and patted the armrest. "Some of you also feel that we will lose, in this matter."

"But I will prove that it is just a small setback in our growth process, like a stone that can block us from continuing to move forward."

"All we need to do is knock it to pieces and throw it away!"

I don't know how many people believed these words, but he didn't believe it himself anyway. Even if this crisis passed, it would be difficult for the Holy Bell Party's prestige to return to the past.

In the past, they could use some things to please these landlord classes in the north.

Most of the towns outside the city range were formed around the surrounding economic construction. For example, some small towns would appear near some more distant factories.

Inside lived a large number of workers, possibly some of their family members, and then some people appeared to provide supporting life services for these residents, eventually becoming a small town from a residential area.

!

Here, all the towns basically served agriculture and animal husbandry. Either they had their own fields and pastures, or they played the role of farmers or cowboys, working for other agricultural and pastoral farms.

So being able to handle the farm owners basically meant being able to make these people turn a blind eye.

They could do it, and Joshua even knew that some people knew what they were doing, but those people didn't care much.

He could do worse things, provided it wasn't exposed.

Because only a few could tolerate it; more conservatives couldn't tolerate the things they did.

If it weren't for this sudden change, if someone were really discovered, they would have countermeasures.

But the bad thing was that it broke out too fast and too violently. By the time he knew, several high-level cadres had already been arrested, two warehouses had been taken down, and a large number of gang members had been caught.

Things developed too fast, so fast that he hadn't reacted yet, and the situation had already collapsed uncontrollably!

Added to the abandonment by those social celebrities, he tasted again the kind of taste his father had experienced.

Lonely, painful, hateful, disgusted, cold!

They did it too fast, making a decision without even considering it.

This also made him realize again that no matter how well he managed now or in the past, it couldn't change the fact that he was at the very bottom of society!

As long as he was still at the bottom, he had nothing that could make others have concerns when making similar decisions.

"We are facing the most terrible crisis since the founding of the Holy Bell Party, no exception."

"Just like Doomsday!"

He slowly opened his mouth, and as soon as he spoke, it was an allusion from the Bible. The cadres and members of the Holy Bell Party in the small church also quieted down.

Joshua still had a high status in their minds; he had always played an omnipotent role, so they blindly believed in him.

Those who had already started to think didn't actually come; they were already looking for a way out for themselves.

He changed his sitting posture, and seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, he continued, "Destruction is accompanied by rebirth."

"This is a catastrophe, but at the same time, for us, it is also an opportunity, a rebirth."

"If we can survive this catastrophe, we will usher in a new evolution, we will become stronger, more indestructible, we can overcome everything!"

He looked at these people and spat out a name. "Lanse White!"

Now there were almost no gang members in Likailai State who didn't know this name, a "genius young gang member" who lit up the entire Likailai State and even the entire Federation in an instant was born.

Distance could no longer stop people from knowing him!

Only Lanse had the ability to do this, and only Lanse had such great hatred for him.

Actually, he had also inquired about it himself; the person presiding over this operation was the newly appointed executive committee member of the State Prohibition Committee, Dai Er.

Dai Er was Lanse's person; he knew this point.

If you ask Joshua if he has any regrets now, he definitely has regrets.

Originally, he thought he and Lanse were in the same class, both gangs, both seeking better development.

But who would have thought that Lanse had already taken more than one step ahead?

If he had known Lanse's energy was so great, he definitely wouldn't have assisted Charles in confronting Lanse.

Let alone two hundred million, he wouldn't even touch a five hundred million market.

Lanse was his ideal form.

While he was still playing with the methods of the bottom of society, Lanse had already started using the high-level power in this society to deal with him.

This was also what he, what Bandi, and many people who longed to wash themselves clean and go higher longed for; it was their ultimate goal!

Many of them took this as their federal dream, fantasizing that one day they would wear formal clothes and talk cordially with big shots on those big occasions.

It's just that what these people or dead ghosts didn't expect was that the federal dream was really just as the federal government said, there was a day it could be realized.

Someone in the small church stood up. "I'll go kill Lanse."

Joshua looked at the person who stood up, looked at him for a full ten seconds, then nodded. "You alone definitely can't do it; Lanse is a very cautious person, take more people."

"If you can kill Lanse, I guarantee, there is a seat for you in the position closest to my right hand."

The person who stood up bent over with some flush on his face. "Please wait for my good news!"

Soon after, more than a dozen people stood out and left the small church with him. They carried the determination of victory, wanting to pull Lanse off his horse!

People outside might not know, but actually, Joshua could be considered a capable person!

Joshua grew rapidly by combining religion with gangs, and he had to find a way to "enslave" these people.

Religion ran through the entire Holy Bell Party; these people were not only gang members, but some of them were also quite superstitious.

So superstitious that Joshua claimed that the seats on his left and right hands represented the opportunity to go to heaven, as long as someone could sit on his left and right sides, a total of twelve seats.

Then these twelve people would go to heaven with him to enjoy joy and health!

Some didn't believe it, some were skeptical, but some really believed it!

Those who didn't believe were eventually marginalized and then slowly disappeared.

Those who were skeptical, amidst the firm belief of others, gradually believed it unknowingly.

In the end, those who remained were all people who believed in his set of rhetoric.

Seeing the volunteers leave with people, Joshua gradually calmed down. "We need more countermeasures, we can't just pin our hopes on Lanse not cherishing his own life..."

"At the same time, we must also be prepared; Lanse used so many relationships to deal with us, definitely not just to make us stink."

Although they already stank, it didn't make much difference if they stank a little more.

He paused for a while and said, "He wants to destroy us!"

"We must be prepared to fight back; if he really dares to come, kill him in front of the Lord!"

After arranging some tasks that even he didn't know if they could take effect, he returned to his room, then took out a phone book, found a number on it, and dialed it.

The phone was connected quickly; this was the person with the highest status he could contact now.

A state senator.

He just reported his name, and the other party didn't even notify the "master" to ask if he wanted to answer this call, and just hung up directly.

Before hanging up, he also warned him not to make this call again, at least not for a short time!

The mood that had already calmed down a bit stirred up some waves again.

He walked back and forth a few steps, dialed a number he didn't really want to dial...

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