Just when the rescue plan in the Big Apple was about to take off, far away on the high seas outside the Big Apple, the Ellipsis super aircraft carrier had entered the highest alert state. The Aegis radar systems on the surrounding destroyers were fully activated, and the F22 carried tactical nuclear bombs.
Patrolling back and forth in the air, transport aircraft of various types from various countries landed on the deck of the Ellipsis under the escort of stealth fighter jets.
This is the largest summit of leaders of demon hunting organizations in the world, and the biggest celebrity among them is Wu Zhu, the recovered director of the Underworld Bureau. The team he brought is also extremely strong, including Jing Xiaoxiao, Chong Xibi, and Mouse.
They have not left the Bald Eagle since they attended Thirteen's wedding. As technicians, they will cooperate with the scientists at Area 51 to jointly develop mankind's first device that uses the spirit of heaven and earth. Their task is arduous and time is tight, but it is related to the fate of mankind.
The entire future.
"The sun is so bright..." Jing Xiaoxiao stood on the deck, frowning at the bright sun.
"If this continues, we will never see the sun again. When the gods come down, the sky will be covered by those guys with wings." Chong Xibi sighed helplessly, with a melancholy look on his face just because this is the best.
In this era, there are all kinds of inflatable dolls, and all kinds of new and weird technological products; this is also the worst era, and it is already over before the fun begins.
"It is impossible for such a thing to happen, because that guy simply cannot let such a thing happen. To us, that guy is a scourge, but to the gods, he is the 'end of the world'."
Mouse patted Chongxibi's shoulder and chuckled.
"It's true, this guy is in the Big Apple right now. I can imagine the faces of those bird people when they see Thirteen's shamelessness." Chong Xibi thought of the plastic inflatable doll at home that had been punctured.
Sitting in the courtroom, Thirteen couldn't help but sneeze. He never expected that someone would give him such a high evaluation from a distance.
The courtroom is already full at the moment. If there were no standing tickets, even the aisles would be filled with people, right?
Thirteen was in the second row, which was a good position to look directly at the dock, but because there was a row of reporters in front of the auditorium who set up a large bazooka-like camera to broadcast live.
This trial will be broadcast on the screens in all the squares in the city. Angel believers gather together with beer and fried chicken, just like the fans waiting to watch the World Cup. Even the refugees hiding in the sewers are
Holding an iPad to watch the live broadcast is an iconic sight of religion overthrowing modern civilization. The people of God, who have forgotten their last names, are looking forward to the moment when they are overthrown.
When the time was up, the angel judge walked into the court with two adjutants and sat on the rostrum. They were wearing white silk robes and looked so holy and solemn. Three angels who looked like old men opened their arms.
The white wings on the back almost become the background wall.
At the reminder of the secretary, all the members stood up and bowed to the Angel Tribunal. Only Thirteen sat there and did not get up. Could it be that he was deaf and couldn't hear clearly?
The trial began. The criminal administrative mayor walked in from the side hall in prison uniform and was escorted by two angel guards. This gray-haired professional politician had always been in high spirits. He faced only the cheers of the people, so
The old ladies rushed to shake his hand, all the girls rushed to ask him questions, and all the children hoped to get his autograph.
But now, after he appeared, there were only waves of boos, just like when faced with a rat crossing the street. Obviously God's security work was not done well. Some people even brought rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes.
When he came in, one or two bombs hit him like cannonballs. It wasn't until someone accidentally hit the angel that he was told to stop.
The administrative mayor standing in the dock had egg yolk on his face and was in no mood to scrape it off. His face was ashen as a corpse. In fact, this kind of trial was unnecessary because his heart was already dead in the angel's prison.
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"Who is coming?" the presiding judge asked in a long voice.
"Bon John..." the executive mayor replied weakly.
"Do you know what crime you have committed?" Before the angels knew it, they were already about to chop off his head.
"The common people... failed the public opinion..." the executive mayor said the lines used by the angels when they arrested him.
"Yes, as the mayor elected by the people, you should be responsible to your voters. You carry their trust and you should satisfy everyone. But look at all the people here today. It's all because of you.
"Those who have been harmed by negligence in their duties, today this angelic judge will judge you on behalf of the merciful God and on behalf of many believers of God." The chief judge spoke impassionedly, and the following people applauded wildly, just like the scene during Stalin's meeting.
Just as enthusiastic.
"Sir, could you please allow me to describe myself?" Bonjohn asked.
"God's tribunal does not allow defense." the presiding judge said solemnly.
"I know, I am not defending, I just have something to say to the people I have hurt before I die..." Bonjohn pleaded.
After the three judges whispered to each other for a while, the presiding judge nodded and approved Bonjohn's request.
Bonjohn stood up and sighed softly, and began to review himself, "I was born in the most chaotic black community in the Big Apple City. I don't know who my father is. He ran away the moment I was born. I
My mother likes to drink alcohol, and I have been beaten since I was a child.
Today, I am 65 years old. Every time I go home and meet my old mother, I still get slapped twice, but she no longer has the strength to make me feel pain anymore.
I know this city, whether it is glorious or dark. I have seen half-grown children taking drugs, and I have seen teenage gangs fighting. I know that the Big Apple has always been a ruthless place, and I know that my power is limited, but in
I've always wanted him to get better.
I was lucky enough to open a pizza chain and it sold well. I was lucky enough to quickly accumulate a lot of wealth. I have the power to change some of the sadness that belongs to this city.
We give subsidies to poor people and charge heavy taxes to big developers to improve the drinking water environment. We have been working hard to make the city better..." Bonjohn lowered his forehead as he spoke, tears already falling, "But we
After all, it is neither God nor gods. We cannot satisfy everyone. What we do will always encounter resistance and protests from the opposition.
In order to obtain the changes we want, transactions are inevitable. In your words, sometimes, I will even make transactions with the devil to obtain the benefits and support I want.
However, I still put a lot of resources into helping this city get better and better. I have always believed that we are a democratic country. The definition of democracy is that no matter what you do, everyone has the power to oppose you, but it does not prevent you from changing.
Get better power."
"That's enough." The presiding judge's face didn't look good.
"I know that the Archangel Judge is high above the world. You hold the divine power given to you by the Bible and are admired by others. But in my opinion, these are all bullshit!" Bonjohn yelled crazily, "Faith should never override
On top of human nature! Human beings are inherently incomplete creatures. How can we really live like the Bible? We are born into the world with original sin, but angels want to judge us with holy souls?
Shouldn’t God be merciful and forgive all repentant believers? Then why let rivers of blood flow outside the court, and why let humans watch their companions being slaughtered? Why let black chimneys for burning corpses spray black smoke outwards? Environmentalists
What? Why doesn’t anyone oppose them? They..."
When he was about to say something more, an angel guard wearing silver armor from behind punched him on the waist, causing the old man to fall to the ground in pain.
"God does not allow sinners like you to question it. She exists to guide you confused humans to a happy paradise. Any human being who blasphemes God should be redeemed by the angel's butcher knife." The presiding judge used that alluring and magnetic voice.
Correcting Bonjohn's mistake was met with cheers from the whole hall.
"You fart!" a Chinese voice roared in the audience, making the whole audience quiet. The reporters maintained good professionalism and quickly rocked the cameras in their hands and turned back to the audience.
The audience who were excited just now all fell silent, fear was written on their faces, fearing that they would be regarded as rebellious protesters.
Just when everyone was too frightened to say anything, Thirteen, who was playing the role of an old man, stood up.
"Whether it's God, the president, or the guard dog, all lives should be equal. Who the hell should be your slave when he is born? I will live a hundred years just to lick your
Can you live with your toes?" Thirteen said with a ferocious expression, and the four angel guards around the auditorium had already stepped forward with spears in their hands.
"We have the responsibility to lead believers to find happiness." The angel judge said arrogantly.
"Happiness? A crowd that only dares to cheer when their companions are killed, a city that dare not question God? A future that will never allow you to say no to God. I can't feel what you call happiness, only a deep fear of the future.
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I dare say that everyone shouting here has the same idea as me, but they dare not admit it because they have no strength to resist God’s butcher knife.” Thirteen opened his arms to represent the people, but the people around him
He was so scared that he evacuated a few meters away.
"You mean, you have the ability to resist God's butcher knife?" When the angel judge laughed, an angel guard rushed up from behind and thrust a spear into the back of Thirteen's head.
As if there were eyes on the back of Thirteen's head, he turned his head to the side, and the gun barrel passed close to his neck, but the angel guard was unsteady and pushed it against Thirteen's back.
Before he could launch any counterattack, the world in front of him was already spinning. Thirteen grabbed the unlucky guy's shoulders and threw him on his back, slamming him to the floor. The angel guard's entire body sank in, and he was hit hard.
Sawdust scattered everywhere, and Thirteen had transformed into his real appearance, with dazzling tea-gold veins exposed all over his body, and he was able to use the third level of Nijinjue.
He looked at the stunned angel chief judge and said with a ferocious smile, "I can't say that I am very powerful, but I am still a bit weak against the gods."