Zhang San is a meticulous person. He knew that a cell like this that has neither a toilet (or not even a bucket) and no food residue on the ground would not be locked up for a long time.

The result was as he expected.

At three o'clock in the morning, about an hour after he and Shi Sanwen came here, someone came...

Those people held guns and three pairs of plastic hand-bound straps, and their purpose was self-evident.

Five minutes later, Shi San asked, Zhang San and Saleh were escorted to an "altar".

When he saw the so-called altar, Shi Sanwen almost laughed out loud because he could see at a glance that there was a statue of the Virgin standing in front of the altar, but the Virgin's face was processed into a skeleton shape twice.

"Look at this statue... This base should have been the stronghold of the 'Iron and Steel Commandments'." While kneeling in front of the altar, Shi Sanwen whispered to Zhang San beside him.

"Ah..." Zhang San also responded casually, "I have seen it a long time ago, but the general public knows almost nothing about the internal information of the resistance organization two hundred years ago. They can use the resources of the time to deceive people by changing the rules."

"But..." Shi San asked, "There are still doubts..." He paused for a moment and said again, "After the establishment of the Federation, the secret strongholds of the rebel organizations that had been found, or the controller had confessed them by themselves; even if there were a few strongholds that were not known to the official, their security level was not easily discovered and broken through by the civilian scammers."

"It makes sense." Zhang San nodded, "But I think this doubt will not bother us for too long..."

When he said this, a man in a robe and a round scarf on his head had appeared in their sight.

Master Nassar looks not young anymore, at least over fifty-five years old, but among the folds on his face, there are a pair of bright eyes.

These eyes are filled with greed, desire, complacency and shrewdness.

Shi Sanwen has seen countless people in his life. He understands human nature, so... just after looking at Nassar for a moment, he already knew that this was a person he hated very much.

"You foolish mortals! Thank you!" Nassar opened his mouth and looked down at the three people who were tied down with their hands and knelt on the ground with a high expression, and said aloud, "Today, you are fortunate to be selected and become a living sacrifice dedicated to the ancestors of the Mushen Cult. Immediately... you will be able to escape the suffering of reincarnation in the world and hell, enter heaven, and become servants of the great sects!"

Shi Sanwen looked at his nonsense. After he said that, Shi Sanwen said, "Are you Nassar?"

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Before he finished speaking, the guard who pointed a gun at Shi Sanwen in the back and kicked him hard. After the kick, he scolded: "Uncle! Who allowed you to talk to the master?"

"Hey~ Brother Barkler, don't be so rude." The next second, Nassar said to his subordinates in a very "generous" tone, "These people are just ignorant. Like you in the past, they have endured the sins left by their ancestors and were blinded by lies, so they do not know the dignity of the sages."

After he said this, Barkler immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Master, you have taught you the right lesson. I will pay attention next time."

On the other hand, Nassar came to Shi Sanwen with a smile and said, "Fanshu, I am Nassar, the great descendant of the genocide, the only spokesperson of Mu Shen in the world. Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Oh...it's sure it's you that's easy to deal with." Shi Sanwen said, using simple force to easily break away from the straps on his hand and stand up.

Seeing this, Nassar did not show any panic and still stood there calmly, but his men were very excited. He was clamoring at the time, shouting lines like "Don't move". They pulled the bolts and aimed at Shi Sanwen, preparing to shoot.

"Quiet!" A few seconds later, Nassar opened his arms and shouted loudly, instantly stabilizing the situation.

Then he sneered and looked at Shi San and asked, "Brother, you still have some ability. Do you want to consider joining our Mu Shen Cult?" His tone and expression at this time obviously mean something else, "As long as you sincerely convert, I guarantee that you can get the redemption that all the people in the world dream of here."

"Not interested." Shi San's answer was straightforward.

Nassar is not a person who is used to being rejected, so at this moment, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Hmph... Then there's nothing I can do..." Halfway through, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Sanwen's wrist. "Hahaha..." The moment he successfully touched the other party's skin, Nassar felt at ease, which made him laugh relaxedly, "Since you are obsessed with it...then please be a sacrifice!"

Although Nassar is just a rank-level abilities, his ability is very strong, and the effect is that he can quickly "death" the life he touches with his palms.

At this stage, the criterion for determining his ability is "a direct contact between his own palm and the target (usually a human) body", which means that it is not possible to be separated from clothes. It must be touched by the other party's skin to take effect. Of course, it is also possible to touch hair, muscle, mucous membrane or bones...

Using this ability and the physical fitness of the superior level of the abilities, Nassar has performed many "miracles" in front of the believers of the Mushen Cult.

At present, although he also realized that Shi Sanwen was probably a capable person, he did not think that the other party was very powerful, because Nassar felt that... a truly powerful person could not be caught by his ordinary people, so he judged that Shi Sanwen was at most a paper-level capable person; and successfully grasping the other party's wrist also made Nassar more convinced that his physical skills were also above the other party...

At this moment, Nassar had already activated his ability. In his eyes, the other party was already dead. He only had to wait a few more seconds and wait for Shi Sanwen to fall to the ground and die, he could solve this small storm and consolidate his image in the eyes of the believers again.

Of course...

"Ha...hat it's been a bit long?" About five seconds later, Shi Sanwen stood there as if nothing had happened, and asked Nassar a question in a relaxed tone.

"You..." At this moment, Nassar's hand had not yet released from Shi Sanwen's wrist. Seeing that the situation was different, he hurriedly activated his superpower several times in succession.

"People who cannot even detect the energy protection of high-level abilities have sufficient self-confidence." When Shi Sanwen said this, several gun-carvers standing behind him suddenly fell to the ground without warning.

Seeing this, Nassar quickly retreated and said, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Shi San replied, "It was just that they suddenly had their brains sucked."

Nassar didn't understand what the other party meant, but he had already noticed that the ability in front of him was far above him. He quickly rolled and crawled to the exit, and shouted on the way: "Come on! Come on!"

Just as Nassar was about to run to the exit, suddenly a violent voluntary intention attacked him. He had never felt such a sudden, violent, and unstoppable intention in his life. If the voluntary intention of "bearing for another thirty seconds will feel the voluntary intention on his pants", then Nassar felt about five at this moment.

This irresistible pain made his legs weak and he rolled to the ground. He instinctively covered his abdomen with both hands, curled up in a ball and kept moaning.

"Don't call anymore. Apart from the four people here, there are no other living people in the entire base." As Shi Sanwen spoke, he casually helped Zhang San and Saleh untied the straps on his hands.

His words were not bluffing. During the hour he was detained, Shi Sanwen had determined through the information provided by Saleh and his own abilities that the base was full of Mushen Cultists. Therefore, in that second just now, it was not only the few guards behind them who suddenly became "scared of shit", but all the guards in this base.

"Do you know why you are left?" As he walked towards Nassar, Shi Sanwen slightly relieved some of the other party's pain so that the conversation could be carried out normally.

"Let me go..." Nassar did not answer this question, but couldn't wait to beg for mercy, "I'm just making a living... If you are willing to let me go, I will do whatever it costs..."

"Where are those women?" Shi Sanwen interrupted him and asked without listening to his nonsense.

"Ha...haha...understand! Understand!" Nassar laughed when he heard this, "I'll take you there. They are all in the secret room below my villa. All you want is for you!" Obviously, he thought Shi Sanwen was a lustful person. As long as he dedicated his preferences, his life should be saved.

While they were talking, Zhang Sanze took out a smartphone from a dead guard and unlocked the screen with the dead face. Then he took the phone to Nassar: "Where is your villa? Suggest it."

Nassar was very obedient and had no room for rejection. He quickly pointed out the location of his villa on the electronic map.

After obtaining the coordinates, Zhang San came to Saleh again, confirmed the authenticity of the address given by Nassar, and asked how many villas this guy had in total.

Shi Sanwen continued to interrogate Nassar himself and asked many details about the Mushen religion, such as the process of his creation and development of this sect, the church has several secret strongholds, how many believers are there besides the people here tonight, and whether there are anyone else opening branches in other places besides Nassar, etc.

Shi San asked, and Saleh next to him was also listening. Not long after, the Mushen monk who had always been very devout before being "living sacrifice" realized that everything he had believed in was just a liar who was nonsense, and it was not very clever lies.

He roared out of anger and cursed Nassar. If Zhang San hadn't pulled him, he would have come forward to beat Nassar to death.

However, his anger could not save anything. Saleh, who joined the Mushen Cult, lost his job, donated his property, and ran away his wife in the past few months. In a sense, it was a good thing that his wife had run away, because if she didn't run away, it might have become one of Nassar's many tools for venting desires.

Shi Sanwen and Zhang San can understand Saleh's grief and anger, but they do not sympathize with him. After all, that was once his own choice.

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At six o'clock in the morning, the Hunter returned to the hotel.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Shi Sanwen who was lying on the bed playing with his handheld machine. The second thing he saw was... the bed that should belong to him was actually lying on him.

"So... is that the breakfast you prepared for me, or the midnight snack you have finished? Or both?" The Hunter, who had run all night and had a dry mouth, could only use this joke to relieve his gradually rising virtual fire.

"That's a man." Shi San asked back, his eyelids didn't even raise his eyelids.

Because the sleeping Saleh covers the quilt very tightly, the Hunter standing at the door did not see clearly whether it was a man or a woman on the bed.

But when he heard that he was a man, the look of the Lieba looked at Shi Sanwen and became weird again: "Oh...that's your midnight snack?" He paused, "You can't force people like me who like to eat fried dough sticks to eat bananas instead, right?"

Shi Sanwen was not interested in this straight joke. He just curled his lips and replied: "This matter is a long story... You sit down and rest for a while and listen to me tell you slowly."
Chapter completed!