PNB Chapter 338 You were backstabbed by the magician
Chapter 338 You were backstabbed by the magician
Etienne Saint-Michel!
When this spiritual belief-like name was uttered, the solemn crowd burst into flames like a pot of boiling water, or like a bomb about to explode, giving people a sense of out-of-control madness.
The warm and surging emotions came overwhelmingly, like a wave sweeping across the heavens and the earth, violently smashing everything around.
That is their guide, the agent of free will, the light, the Holy Lord!
After three years of absence, he bravely fought against death and returned to them!
Seeing that everyone was about to scream in the next second, Amilin immediately put down his hands to stop them.
The believers forced themselves to swallow back the cheers and shouts that were on the tip of their lips, their faces flushed and their necks thickened, but they did not hide the fanaticism and admiration on their faces, as if they were about to meet the real God.
Amilin pointed to the ground beneath his feet, raised his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling, then gave a resounding order: "Go, and offer the throne to our Saint."
When the order was given, the crowded crowd fumbled for weapons from all over their bodies and spread across the island like locusts, killing all visible enemies.
Fanatics with faith are similar to cultists.
They can do anything to defend their beliefs.
Amilin didn't move. He stood guard at the door of the laboratory with a gun in hand, waiting patiently for something.
Boom! Boom!
The muffled sound of artillery fire rang in my ears, and wisps of gunpowder smoke wafted in from the exhaust system.
The signal jammer's power was turned to maximum, and a helicopter that took off from the base was also strafed.
The ground shook occasionally, the alarm blared sharply, and the overhead lights flickered due to poor electrical connections, adding a spooky, eerie feeling to the place.
Until the cool breeze at dawn came, carrying with it the smell of blood and the salty smell of the sea.
The believers who had carried out their mission walked back silently, covered in blood, and stood quietly in the long corridor like silent ghosts.
Half an hour later, everyone came back.
Amilin glanced at the number of people, and saw that a lot of them had been killed. It seemed that they had died in the battle.
He thought grimly that any death would be worth it if it could bring victory to Lord Mojito.
Now the base is under his control, and in the laboratory behind him is the boss who is at his disposal.
Amilin waved his hand and instructed his subordinates, "Take over all the base's external communication channels. Find a way to find out what intelligence the boss has and the secret code he uses to contact the organization. Don't let anyone know that the boss is in trouble."
"Yes, Lord Arak."
Half an hour later, responses came from various nodes.
"The satellite base station area signal is under control."
"The signal from the signal power station has been taken control."
"The core area signal has been controlled."
"The aircraft platform is under control."
“The network is fully covered and monitored.”
"..."
Listening to the replies coming from various places, Amilin became excited.
Well, the people he fooled and persuaded finally came in handy.
As the entire island fell silent, Amylin burst into laughter and roared, "From now on, the organization has only one master, and that is our Etienne!"
"Etienne!"
"Etienne!"
"Etienne!"
The crowd's suppressed and violent shouts were finally vented. They screamed hysterically with all their strength, calling out their beliefs.
On the morning of November 11th, 8:7 am Tokyo time.
When Rei Furuya walked out of the public security office, Yuya Kazami was already waiting there.
After he got in the car, Kazami Yuya put his hands on the steering wheel and asked, "Mr. Furuya, shall I take you to the safe house to rest?"
Fūya Rei pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and just as he was about to say something, his body froze.
I saw a prompt flickering on the system light screen.
[Maximum verbal incitement (given by the agent) and Charisma of the leader (given by the agent) are still in effect——]
Fūya Ling was stunned. What does that mean?
He has already removed the magician character card, so why is this skill still there?
Fūya Ling's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"System, what's going on?" Fūya Rei immediately asked in his mind.
[After testing, the person you brainwashed three years ago is currently in a debuff.]
"Speak clearly," he ordered, his expression unable to hide his anxiety.
[You were backstabbed by your past self three years ago.]
"Cough cough cough..." Jōgō Rei kept coughing because he was choked by his own saliva.
Yuya Kazami hurriedly stopped the car from starting and immediately turned to look at the back seat, anxiously and worriedly asking, "Mr. Fūya, what's wrong with you? I'll take you to the hospital!"
"Ahem, no, no need." Fūya Rei said in embarrassment.
He was stunned for a moment. Did the system mean that the people who were brainwashed by the magician three years ago would still cause trouble for him three years later?
Is the skill duration so long?
Think about who were the noteworthy people on Liberty Island three years ago, and who were capable of stirring up trouble!!
While Rei Furuya was brainstorming frantically, his cell phone rang.
He looked down and saw a strange yet familiar number. He couldn't remember who it was for a moment.
After the call was connected, a crazy laugh was heard, with countless people shouting "freedom" in the background.
Suddenly, Rei Furuya felt his scalp tingling and he dreamed of the mouth of the Hudson River.
He really wanted to hang up the phone now.
But unfortunately, it was a step too late.
The person on the other end of the phone said enthusiastically and respectfully, "Sir, I have completed the task you assigned me three years ago."
Fūya Rei's face froze. What mission?
He looked a little confused and had no recollection of assigning any tasks.
"Congratulations on your return, sir. We will crown you with the blessing of the Sea God and the witness of the Statue of Liberty. The sun and the moon celebrate for you, the mountains and the sea cheer for you, and the free seabirds bring you the scepter..."
With his face flushed, Fūya Ling shouted in fear, "Shut up!"
Stop talking, shut up!
He felt itchy all over and wished he could dive into the ground right now, or run out of the earth carrying his car.
What evil has he done? Why does his past always come back to haunt him?!
Fūya Ling was struck by lightning. Who on earth is this? Did he call just to dig up his dark history?
No, he couldn't stand it anymore. He tried hard to suppress his devastated mood and scolded: "How can you say such embarrassing and childish words!"
Aren’t you ashamed?
Amilin said happily while facing the sea breeze, "This is my sincere praise for you, Master Mojito. I look forward to your arrival."
Fūya Rei was resisting with all his might. Where were he going? Was it okay not to go?
But he couldn't reveal his ignorance, so he directly ordered: "Send the mission report to my email."
"Yes," Amilin replied respectfully, then hesitantly asked, "Sir, we have successfully taken over the organization. What should we do with the former leader?"
Furuya Rei was confused: "...Ah?"