In the room, more than a dozen soldiers were forming a fan, pointing their guns at the two people sitting on the sofa in the living room. When the three people walked forward, several soldiers moved aside with their guns raised, making way for the three people.
space.
However, the room was already very crowded with more than a dozen people in it, so the space to get out of the way was limited. Chen Mo and the two stepped forward and quickly stopped there, leaving no room for Brandt at all.
Facing two senior priests who were one level higher than him, Brandt had to stand silently behind them, but his fists behind his back were tightly clenched, and his lowered eyes were even more...
Full of hate.
Naturally, Brandt's little moves couldn't be hidden from the sensitive Chen Mo. Even if his back was turned to him, Chen Mo could clearly feel his every move, but Chen Mo was not in the mood to consider his feelings.
After glancing at the Pope's speech that was being played on the TV, Chen Mo turned to look at Erlo Patjie sitting on the sofa and said coldly with no expression on his face.
"Priest Partjie, Brandt reported that you were hiding contraband. According to regulations, we are now going to search your residence. Please cooperate."
Eero Patger was sitting on the sofa. Hearing this, he turned his gaze and looked at Brandt behind him through the gap between Chen Mo and John Peston.
Brandt met his gaze without flinching, but to his surprise, there was no anger or hatred in the eyes of Erlo Patji when he looked at him.
Emotions are involved.
this……?
This is completely different from what Brandt imagined. It stands to reason that he should hate himself extremely for having his crime exposed. How come he didn't react at all, as if he had no emotions.
No emotions?!
Brandt couldn't help being surprised, and had a vague premonition in his heart.
However, Chen Mo didn't care what he thought, and directly waved his hand and ordered a group of soldiers to start searching.
The space in the room was limited, so Chen Mo did not let in the dozens of soldiers who were on guard outside. The dozen or so soldiers in the room were enough. With their two senior priests here, there was no need to worry about Aiello Patjie's resistance.
.
A dozen soldiers immediately put away their weapons, entered each room separately, and searched carefully.
Because of the uneasiness in his heart, Brandt wanted to go inside and search it himself, but as soon as he raised his feet, he was stopped by Chen Mo before he even took a step forward.
"Priest Brant, you don't have to go there in person."
Brandt was unwilling to stop like this and argued with a serious face.
"I'm worried that they will miss something, or am I..."
But before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo interrupted him directly.
"Priest Brandt! As a whistleblower, you should avoid suspicion!"
Chen Mo's voice was cold, and after scolding him in a superior tone, he turned to John Peston beside him and said.
"Priest Peston, since Priest Brandt is worried, I would like you to search it yourself."
John Peston nodded slightly when he heard this. Without even looking at Brandt, he turned around and walked towards the room inside.
As the strongest among Jehovah's priests, John Peston has the best observation skills and intuition, and has always had the best mission record, so Brandt can no longer insist on doing it by himself.
search.
However, the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.
During the anxious waiting, the search was quickly concluded, but nothing was found.
"Impossible! Let me search again!"
Brandt really couldn't accept this result. He saw with his own eyes that Erlo Patji took a book out of the church building. He was originally very excited and fully expected to take this opportunity to make great achievements and be promoted to a senior priest in one fell swoop.
, when he suddenly heard that nothing had been found, Brandt couldn't help but be filled with disbelief and raised questions loudly.
Just after he finished speaking, the scene fell silent for an instant. Everyone in the room, including Chen Mo, John Peston, who was standing in front of him, and Ello Pattje and Mary who were sitting on the sofa.
O'Brien, as well as the soldiers who had completed the search all around, all focused their attention on him.
John Peston had already conducted the search himself. As a whistleblower, he should have avoided suspicion, but he still insisted on doing the search himself. This was very abnormal in itself, and his reaction just now was not what someone using "Posian" should do.
Some states are like emotional criminals!
"What's wrong?"
Brandt didn't notice anything unusual about himself. When he saw everyone looking at him, he asked with some confusion.
Chen Mo looked at him with cold eyes and stepped in front of him.
"Priest Brant, I now suspect that you have feelings. Please stand still and cooperate with the inspection!"
"What?! How could I..."
Brandt looked in disbelief and couldn't help but raise his hand to explain.
Who knew that the moment he raised his hand, more than a dozen soldiers pointed their rifles at him. John Peston instantly slipped out two classroom-specific pistols from his cuffs and pointed the muzzles at him.
Hit his vitals.
The sweat on Brandt's head fell instantly. He was pointed at by more than a dozen rifles and the high priest's guns. He didn't dare to move any more. His hands were frozen in the air. He neither dared to raise them nor to raise them.
Not daring to put it down casually, it just hung diagonally in the air.
"Yes, is there something wrong?"
Chen Mo ignored him and walked directly to him, placing his hands on the pockets on both sides of his system.
The touch between his waist and abdomen told Brandt that there was nothing in his pocket, but he found that Chen Mo's expression in front of him suddenly changed. Just when he felt something was wrong, Chen Mo had already stretched out two fingers and inserted them into his pocket.
In his pocket, before Brandt could react, the next moment, Chen Mo's fingers had been pulled out, and between his two fingers, there was a palm-sized book!
"Priest Brant! You are under arrest!"
…
In the church building, in the office of Vice Chairman Dupont, Chen Mo, John Peston, and Erlo Pattje stood in front of Dupont's desk, while Brandt, who was handcuffed, was arrested by two soldiers.
He stood aside with his arms folded.
"Priest James, what's going on?"
Dupont sat behind a large desk and looked at Brandt who was handcuffed and asked in a deep voice.
"Sir, we searched the residence of Priest Partjie in accordance with your order and found no contraband."
Chen Mo's tall and slender body stood upright in front of Du Peng, with a stern face without any emotion.
"But during this period, Reverend Brant's behavior was somewhat abnormal."