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The architect made the promise with full confidence.
"What did you do?"
Moyin couldn't help but feel curious.
"I killed everyone who used that thing, and I also cleaned up the trafficking forces. Now both lines are cut off."
"I'm not bragging, I'm well-informed. As long as the dual lines are cut off for a decade or so, I'm confident that the next generation will have no idea what this is."
"You did a great job on this."
Moyin nodded. He definitely supported drug prohibition. His job as an architect was not in vain. Even if the means were a bit cruel, it was a good thing that the problem could be solved.
"Hahahaha, I didn't just do this. When are you going to come and play with me? I'll arrange a bath and massage for you, and I guarantee that you'll enjoy the service of an emperor!"
"Well you architect, we don't even have enough to share among ourselves as commanders, and you, a brain-dead idiot, are trying to introduce him to some wild woman out there, come out and have a fight!"
Upon hearing this, Jiu Qi Shi immediately jumped up and angrily intervened in the conversation.
"Ahahaha, I was just joking, Jiuqi, don't be angry. The most I asked the Commander to do was to have some barbecue."
Hearing Jiu Qi Shi's angry voice, the architect secretly said something bad.
Although the reinforcement modules are all the same, she herself does not like fighting. She suppresses ordinary people by relying on the absolute power that is one level higher than them.
But in fact, she is not good at fighting. If she really goes against a tactical humanoid like the Type-97 who has been trained in combat for many years, she will definitely suffer a great loss.
So when the architect heard what Type 97 said, he immediately changed his tone and made an excuse.
"Forget it, forget it, stop interrupting me. I have something serious to ask you to do this time."
Moyin interrupted the angry Jiuqishi and the architect.
"What's the matter?"
"Let your men go to poor areas to investigate the kidnapping of pregnant women. After finding the information, inform Greena. She will send a combat team to carry out the cleanup operation."
"Okay, no problem. I'll get this matter clear for you in one day."
The architect agreed immediately.
"Then I'll hang up now if nothing else."
"Hey wait, since you're here, when can I treat you to a barbecue?"
The architect called out to Moyin.
"Um... we'll talk about it when we have time. 45 and the others are here, so I have to accompany them during this time."
Moyin politely rejected the architect.
"I see. That's fine."
When the architect heard that the 45 sisters were looking for him, he also knew that the chances of successfully inviting Mo Yin to come out for barbecue were slim, so he simply gave up.
With both the black and white forces investigating together, Moyin still doesn't believe that these kidnappers can find any more clues.
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In another world, the reputation of the Abyss Blood Cult is getting better and better.
Although judging from the name alone, this is undoubtedly a terrible cult, but the things done by the followers of this cult are very endearing.
Not only did they provide food to the poor, they also took the sick to see doctors. None of them had a heart of stone.
After accepting the favor of the Abyss Blood Cult, people began to worship the gods worshipped by this cult from the bottom of their hearts, and many people joined the Abyss Blood Cult.
At this time, under the instruction of Elena, some wealthy businessmen within the cult began to manipulate huge funds to monopolize the market.
With the previous brand effect, people subconsciously believe that the items produced by the Abyss Blood Cult are always the best and will not cheat people.
Therefore, whenever a product is put on the market, no matter what goods the Abyss Blood Cult handles, they will be sold out in a very short time.
In this situation, the managers of the entire city could no longer sit still.
Duke Machiralla came to Elena with his subordinates, under the pretext of collecting a huge amount of additional tax.
If you can give money to the poor, then it’s normal to give yourself a large sum of money, right?
As a result, the next morning, people found the body of Duke Machiralla by the river, which looked like he had been torn apart by five horses.
The girl at the center of the incident, Alina, was judged to have been unable to reach the scene of the murder last night... and a large number of ordinary people testified for her.
Even so, the Special Investigation Bureau still found Alina.
But after some questioning, they didn't find anything suspicious.
"George, you worry too much. There are so many people who resent Machiralla. I'm afraid it's really not the work of the Abyss Blood Cult this time."
In the bar, S-class investigator "Space Displacement" Wilman stopped S-class investigator "Wind of Nothingness" George who was interrupting everyone's drinking.
"No, my instinct tells me that the Abyss Blood Cult must be involved in this matter."
"Duke Machiralla approached the Abyss Blood Cult because he coveted the Abyss Blood Cult's vast wealth and wanted to get a piece of the pie."
"He was mysteriously killed the day after he made this request. Who else do you think could be the murderer other than someone from the Abyss Blood Cult?"
George rolled his eyes at Wellman unhappily. He didn't believe that Wellman didn't see it.
"So what if it is? You will never find enough evidence to prove your point. When it comes to the Abyss Blood Cult, I think people will demand a public trial."
"Once we reject the demands of most civilians, the credibility of our Special Investigation Bureau will drop significantly."
"Without sufficient evidence, you can only release them based on the principle of presumption of innocence. You cannot convict them."
"Another thing, is what they did really wrong? The people of the Abyss Blood Cult used their wealth to help the poor, which is obviously a good thing."
"The greed of a greedy person will never be satisfied. Only death can stop him from continuing to show his greed. At least I think the death of Duke Machiralla is not a bad thing."
"You, are you trying to say that you support an evil cult? No matter how much kindness she shows to humans now, I suspect there is a bigger conspiracy behind her."
George was shocked. He never expected that his colleagues would actually agree with the actions of an evil cult.
"I am not supporting them, but our Special Investigation Bureau itself is corrupt and has become a weapon in the hands of some people because of money."
"And now I'm just taking back my freedom, and I'm just doing what I think is right."
"Since we are incapable of judging the evil deeds done by Duke Machiralla in recent years, we should at least not continue to make mistakes when others carry out such assassination attempts."
"What's more, have you forgotten? Behind that girl stands an evil god who cannot be disobeyed. Even if there is something wrong, we cannot convict him. That would bring destruction to all mankind."
"The correct way to resolve this matter is to handle it calmly. Only in this way can we comply with the will of the people and that evil god and achieve the best results."
"Humanity can only grow in the cracks. Isn't this the important concept of our Special Investigation Bureau?"
George was silent.
Wellman's words convinced him to a certain extent.
But... the Abyss Blood Cult has begun to kill the highest local officials with impunity. If the situation continues to develop in this way, he can no longer see what will happen in the future.
Originally, the death of the highest local official was already the bottom line for the Special Investigation Bureau. After all, the so-called Special Investigation Bureau was an organization formed by bigwigs to save their own lives.
But what can be said about the Duke of Machiralla's own actions? He had the bad luck to blackmail a cult that believed in an evil god, and behind the Pope there was an evil god that could descend at any time. It can only be said that he deserved it.
"Forget it, forget it, I don't care anymore... I don't care about this crap anymore!"
George sat down in the chair in despair.
"That's the best thing to do, bartender, give me a martini and put it on my tab."
Willman patted George's shoulder comfortingly and then ordered a drink for him.
George calmed down a little after drinking.
"Wellman, don't you feel afraid? This cult is too terrifying. It is trying to win people's hearts. No cult has ever done this before. Even the big cults around the world today only have believers spread their doctrines everywhere, instead of relying on large amounts of money and wealth to win people's hearts. What a terrifying behemoth this cult will eventually grow into."
George asked, somewhat worriedly.
"I think this is a good thing. The agent chosen by the god has basic moral values and is not too crazy. This is a great thing for us. At least she will not invite the evil god to destroy the city."
"Millions of people have survived just because of this. How positive can you expect a little girl who grew up in an evil cult to be?"
"You mean?"
George's eyes lit up.
"Yes, I guess that the evil god that this little girl named Elina relies on may be the one we have been waiting for for a long time and is willing to protect human life. He is guiding Elina to the right path."
"If it is true as I suspect, then we may be witnessing an important turning point in history..."
Wilman nodded in affirmation.
"But I still don't understand what kind of sacrifice he asked of humans, and whether we humans can ultimately afford it."
"If he is not a benevolent god... then I dare not imagine what will happen in the future."
Wellman gave his own opinion.
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on George's head again, but he also understood that what Wellman said made sense.
Even if a god originally intended to help mankind, he might destroy the world in the next moment. The so-called gods are so strange and exist at will.
Even though they were S-rank investigators, who were at the top of human combat power, they were completely powerless against god-level opponents, and they were not even qualified to have a conversation.
On the Abyss Blood Cult side, Elina also ordered the Blood Guard Knights to prepare for battle.
She also checked the holy object that Moyin gave her.
After all, she had just arranged for the execution of Duke Machiralla yesterday, which was a major event in the entire region. It was not impossible that the Special Investigation Bureau would bring all its forces to fight to the death, so she was ready to face the war.
This time she didn't want to rely on Moyin's power. Only if she grew up in battle could she gradually grow into someone worthy of his existence.
People who only know how to ask others for help will never grow. This is something that I, as the Pope of the Abyss Blood Cult, must shoulder.
Of course, she still carried the Blood God Stone with her. If the battle really became one-sided, she would certainly call Moyin out to fight without hesitation.
After all, the Abyss Blood Cult has only been developing for too short a time. If she could be given ten or twenty years, she would be confident that she could defeat the Special Investigation Bureau head-on.
However, after waiting for almost a whole day, Elina did not wait for the general attack of the Special Investigation Bureau investigators. After asking those irrelevant questions in the morning, the Special Investigation Bureau seemed to be satisfied with this and acquiesced to the assassination plan of the Abyss Blood Cult.
This is certainly a good thing, but Elena still strictly lectured the Blood Guards and selected combat members.
She couldn't allow her subordinates and the entire Abyss Blood Cult to become arrogant.
Often, destruction and decay are caused by such meaningless face problems and arrogance.
This seemed to be the experience that Moyin passed on to him.