Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters can not go with you
How many minutes are left? Song Jia's eyes were blank, recalling the scenes from elementary school to university to now.
She didn't know if she could come back here again. Song Jia really wanted to see him again, but she had no chance.
A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
"Let's go, Father Owen." Song Jia finally withdrew her gaze and said to the foreign man.
Owen nodded and walked towards the cruise ship with Song Jia. On the left and right, there were a large number of bodyguard-like staff wearing sunglasses. They were all white-skinned foreigners, tall and burly.
"Father Owen, there is one thing I don't understand. Didn't we say we were leaving tomorrow? Why did we suddenly leave today one day early? I didn't even say goodbye to my friends." Song Jia asked.
"I also received orders from above." Owen replied, "Miss Song, don't worry, I can guarantee your life. Not only will you not be hurt, but you will also get something that money can't get. If you can become my saint,
Girl, then you will still be above me, and your status will be higher than you can currently imagine."
Song Jia was silent. She had already experienced the mystery and power of this organization. When Owen mentioned our religion, she thought to herself, could this be a religion?
Obviously, she didn't know anything about the Holy Religion of Light.
A few minutes later, they boarded the cruise ship.
Soon after, the cruise ship started, the flute sounded, and the giant ship carrying countless tourists left the South China Sea and slowly sailed towards the depths of the ocean. At first, the speed was not fast, then it gradually increased the speed, and became faster and faster, disappearing in
Deep in the ocean.
The target is the connecting continent of the Eastern Continent, the vast and beautiful European continent.
Song Jia stood on the deck of the cruise ship, facing the gusts of sea breeze, with her long hair flying in the sky.
"What, Miss Song, what's on your mind?" A familiar man's voice came from the side.
"I was thinking about your organization." Song Jia turned her head and stared at the foreign man, "To this day, I don't know what your organization does? Why do you choose a saint?"
"Sooner or later, I have to tell you this matter. Since you asked, I will tell you." Owen said slowly, "I teach the full name of the Church of Light, serve the God of Light, and believe that the God of Light is the supreme god in the world.
king."
"The Church of Light?" Song Jia was startled.
"Yes." Owen noticed something and frowned slightly, "Have you heard of it?"
"I heard it said by others." Song Jia thought of Zhao Yeji, "She told me that this organization appears to be tall and sacred on the surface, but in fact it has done countless bad things behind the scenes."
She was testing.
Unexpectedly, Owen didn't care at all, and said matter-of-factly: "We represent the will of the God of Light, which is justice. Therefore, we are righteous, and those who say we have done bad things are the evil people in this world who should be severely punished."
"You mean, anyone who goes against you is a bad person, and anyone who obeys you is a good person, right?" Song Jia said with something strange on her face.
"right."
Owen smiled and looked calm.
Song Jia felt chilled. After a moment, concern appeared on her face and she said, "Now that I have followed you, it's time for you to let me see my parents and brother."
"Of course. When we get to Europe, I will naturally let you meet." Owen said, "Before that, Miss Song, just wait patiently. I will arrange everything for you. Just if you
If you are dishonest, haha, I don’t want to hurt you or your family. Last time, your brother tried to escape and ended up with one leg broken, and I didn’t want to break his other leg.”
This is a naked threat!
Song Jia's delicate body trembled and she said anxiously: "Don't hurt my brother. As long as you let them go, I can promise you anything."
"Don't worry, Miss Song. We don't want to hurt them. As long as you obediently follow us to Europe to participate in the final round of saint selection, we will naturally let them go and give them preferential treatment." Owen said, but there was a touch in his voice.
Mercy, he knew very well how cruel the selection of saints was. Those who could reach the last step were the geniuses among geniuses, while the losers became bones.
Song Jia is also considered excellent, but compared with other candidates who are ranked before the exam, she is far behind.
"As long as you let them go, I will work hard." Song Jia gritted her teeth and said.
"very good."
Owen laughed.
However, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "It's a pity that she can't leave with you."
Zhang Cheng? How is that possible?
Song Jia's face was full of astonishment. She raised her head in the direction of the sound source and saw that familiar man.
In the sky, two helicopters were chasing the cruise ship at high speed. The cruise ship was no match for the helicopters, and they caught up with them in just a few breaths at a distance of several hundred meters.
Zhang Cheng jumped directly from the helicopter. The crowd exclaimed, "This is more than 20 meters!"
Zhang Cheng fell straight down like a pillar, his speed getting faster and faster, and finally it was so fast that if he hit the ground like this, even his body made of steel would be completely deformed.
However, when approaching the deck, Zhang Cheng suddenly slowed down and landed on the ground with his feet as lightly as a leaf, without even bending his knees.
"This is?"
Witnessing this scene, Owen's pupils couldn't help but shrink, full of horror. Can even a legend do this kind of thing? He doubted it!
After Zhang Cheng landed, the helicopter also began to descend. One by one, the heavily armed soldiers quickly descended along the rope, landed on the deck, rolled on the spot, and climbed up.
Not long after, more than twenty soldiers all arrived, including Kurogie and Mark, and a foreigner who was obviously not one of their group, who was carried by Kurogie.
Owen's face darkened when he saw this foreigner.
"Zhang Cheng, why are you here?" Song Jia couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Cheng walked up to Song Jia as if there was no one nearby and said forcefully: "You said you were going out for a long time. I thought you were busy with work. So that's the reason, idiot, why didn't you tell me?"
"Zhang Cheng, please don't interfere. You can't provoke them." Song Jia said hurriedly, very nervous and worried.
"No, you're wrong, I'm the one they can't provoke." Zhang Cheng said coldly, turning to Owen, his dark eyes full of murderous intent and coldness.
Being stared at by Zhang Cheng, even though Irving was in a high position, he couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if he was being stared at by a beast: "Your Excellency, who are you?"
"My name is Zhang Cheng. I defeated a man named Qin Yingjun in China's Bauhinia Mountain some time ago. He is somewhat famous in China," Zhang Cheng said.
"Zhang Cheng!"
Owen's face changed suddenly, "Impossible, didn't you die in a plane crash?"