I'm a priest in North America, and I'm my own god.

John's heart was tormented, especially under the dim light. He was tormented by the way his daughter Alyssa looked at him after waking up and wondering about the environment here.

Although Anderson on the side was also uneasy, after all, he was able to represent the head of the Houston FBI. He had a tough temperament and lived a relatively stable life.

They just didn't dare to speak. Of course, the little guy couldn't speak. The three of them just stared at me and I stared at you, suffering quietly in the cellar.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, followed by the sound of a bed being moved, and then the cover at the cellar door was lifted to reveal light and a face.

It's Joseph!

It was Joseph who was extremely excited.

“John, come up quickly, hahahaha, we won!

Little Princess Alyssa is awake too!

Winning in negotiations is also a win. If you cannot win on the battlefield, then winning at the negotiation table with the strength behind you is also a victory!

The Doomsday Knight is useless!

When you come out to hang out, you need to talk about background and power.

John, you know what?

Although our god is just a heavenly soldier, he can make the opponent bow his head.

Under the threat of the priest, the group of doomsday knights had to apologize and admit their mistake, and even lost a horse!

Dig Fuck!

What the hell is the man in police uniform talking about?

Under the threat of the priest...the other party apologized, admitted his mistake and compensated?

How to threaten?

Will I die for you?

What happened?

After Director Anderson climbed up from the cellar, he was eager to know what happened. He also had the responsibility or the right to ask what happened.

For this other adult man besides John who hid in the cellar, even if this man was the director of the FBI in Houston, Joseph did not want to offend him, even if he was just the sheriff of a small town.

You'll know when you come out!

When I first arrived at the church hall, no one was here, but I could already hear the excited voices of other people in the courtyard outside the hall.

When I came out, I saw a group of people, including the priest, happily looking at a tall red war horse in the courtyard, and some people went up to stroke the horse's fur.

John walked quickly to Chen Yuan with Alyssa in his arms, and knelt down in shame.

Father, I am guilty!

When facing a powerful enemy, I abandoned my comrades, my priest, and the gods I believed in!

While you were facing powerful enemies, I stayed alone in the cellar waiting for the results.

When you faced a powerful enemy, I betrayed my loyalty!

His confession was sincere, and so was his shame, so Chen Yuan patted him on the shoulder.

“I arranged for you to hold Alyssa and hide in the cellar.

As an upright person, it is impossible to watch a child die in the flames of war.

It is impossible for a humane person to leave his injured family behind when facing a powerful enemy.

As partners of upright people, we all understand and agree with your choice.

This is not betrayal, but human nature!

Of course, it is human nature to fight to protect your family, and it is also human nature to fight alongside us.

John Powell, you remain our partner, a trustworthy partner.

Then he stepped aside with a smile, and James followed and patted him on the shoulder, followed by Joseph and others who came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Even Alyssa, who was held in his arms at the moment, seemed to understand. She raised her hand with difficulty and gently patted her father's shoulder.

She thought it was some kind of ceremony!

Anderson pretended not to see it. His eyes were attracted by the tall blood-red horse in front of him. Is this the horse ridden by the Doomsday Knight of Hell?

A war horse that even small thermobaric bullets cannot kill?

This war horse is really tall, its back is a little taller than my 1.85 meter tall body.

It is estimated that there is only one known as the tallest horse in the world, Big Jack. The packhorse with a shoulder height of 2.1 meters is taller than him.

But that was a pack horse, this was a war horse, it was different.

And most importantly, this is a hell horse that can't even be killed by a thermobaric bomb.

Anderson wanted to go over and pet it, to see how this hell horse, which couldn't even be killed by incendiary bombs and thermobaric bombs, felt any different from an ordinary horse.

But when he walked over and stretched out his hand, he saw the red war horse turning back and staring at him with cold eyes.

When he opened his mouth, he revealed a mouth full of sharp fangs, and the warning was already palpable.

Seeing the sharp teeth appearing in the mouth of a war horse, Anderson retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and then moved two meters away as quickly as possible.

Later, I felt that two meters was not safe, so I moved another two meters.

Mr. Anderson, this horse may be unfamiliar with it, so strangers should not reach out and touch it easily.

The priest just said, this is a hell horse, it eats meat!

If we eat you later, we can't afford to pay for it!

It was still the young man with the shotgun bullet belt wrapped around his body. It was a bit ironic, so he looked at him and said.

Anderson was a little nervous: Chris Brown, I think you should know that it is illegal to modify firearms without permission and to produce ammunition without permission.

You only have a collection license, but you do not have a license to modify firearms or produce ammunition privately.

is that so?

Chris wanted to retort, This is Texas!

But Joseph patted his shoulder in time to stop his next words. Even Texas would not allow this.

If you don't say it, it'll be fine. If you don't point it out, it'll be fine. But if someone insists on messing with you, you are indeed being unreasonable.

Director Anderson, I think your focus now should not be on this, but on finishing the matter.

Of course, Anderson was just pretending. His current focus is to figure out what happened.

All right!

But before I wrap up, I have to figure out how things are going to turn out.

Mr. Ryan, can you clear this up for me?

Chen Yuan nodded cooperatively. He had no objection at all to the FBI Director Houston in front of him, so it didn't matter!

Yes, not just me, but every one of them can cooperate with your inquiry.

All right!

This is in line with Director Anderson's perception of Chinese Americans, who are usually happy to cooperate with the authorities.

This is why there are so many Chinese-Americans, but the crime rate is minimal in America.

I want to know the details from beginning to end!

Then he knew everything that Chen Yuan thought he could say, as well as what James and others had seen or understood.

Of course, if they understood it wrong, then of course they would be wrong to say it. This has nothing to do with Chen Yuan.

You mean, the scope of Rainbow Town is the area governed by the gods you worship, and the Doomsday Knights of Hell withdrew because they were afraid of causing a war with the gods you worship?

Chen Yuan shook his head: No, no, no, you misunderstood, I pulled the tiger's skin, do you understand?

That is to say, this is the territory governed by my gods.

But in fact, the incense here is very weak, there are only a dozen believers, and it cannot attract the attention of the gods behind me at all.

Being able to scare away these doomsday knights is just the authority I asked for.

It’s just a scare, you know?

Anderson probably understood. After nodding, he turned his attention to the tall blood-red war horse.

Mr. Ryan, your horse...