Located in southwestern California, it is the second largest city in the United States after New York and the largest city in the West.
At one time, the entire state of California, including Nevada, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and other areas, was Mexican territory.
While the U.S. imperialists guarded the Atlantic Ocean, they never forgot the Pacific Ocean, so they launched the U.S.-Mexico War under the banner of freedom and democracy and in the name of God.
After the war, Mexico's territory was reduced by half, and even the American generals who participated in the war admitted that it was an unjust war.
A sad story that reminds the world that a bad neighbor can destroy your family!
Russell hitchhiked with the Jacobs' family and arrived in Las Vegas. Then he bought a second-hand car and rushed to the church headquarters in Los Angeles.
The headquarters is located in the northwest of downtown Los Angeles. It occupies a small area and looks like an extremely ordinary small church from the outside. Surrounded by trees and covered with fallen leaves, it looks extremely secluded.
The familiar routine confirmed Russell's thoughts. The supernatural power is secretive and low-key, not known to outsiders.
The cross was erected on the large wooden roof of the church. Russell parked the car aside and walked towards the church door stepping on the dead leaves.
At the main entrance of the church, an elderly nun wearing reading glasses was slowly sweeping up fallen leaves with a broom. What troubled Russell was that the old man had a cigarette in his mouth and was flicking the ashes in a very social manner.
When the old nun saw Russell appear, she stopped smoking, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stamped out the sparks.
"Child, who are you looking for?"
"Well……"
To be honest, Russell didn't know who he was looking for. He took out a transfer order from his suitcase and handed it to the old nun.
The old nun glanced twice and smiled slightly: "The bishop has been waiting for you, but... you seem to be late."
"Haha, something happened on the way and we were delayed for two days."
"Follow me here..."
The old nun raised her foot and took a step. She suddenly frowned and looked at the cigarette butts on the ground: "Times have changed. Today's young people lack faith. They actually throw cigarette butts at the door of the church. They have no sense of morality at all."
Russell: (一.一゛)
"Child, when you see what I do, you don't think I threw it, right?"
"No, it wasn't you, I threw it!"
Russell shook his head decisively, picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into the dustpan aside.
"Good boy, be brave enough to admit your mistakes, and the Lord will forgive you!" The old nun put down the broom, took Russell half a circle around the church building, and walked in through the side door.
This is an old church that looks very dated from a distance, but looks like a World Heritage-level church up close. The walls have peeled off their gray skin, exposing the masonry inside. The wooden planks of the side door are crumbling, and the gap is wider than Russell's hand.
Compared with the Notre Dame Cathedral and the Crystal Cathedral in the same city, this place is like a stepmother.
The shade of the trees blocks the sun and casts mottled light and shadow on the bluestone path. It is very quiet. Occasionally, two priests pass by, both walking quietly with their heads lowered.
The two passed by a walled courtyard covered with vines and came to a two-story wooden house. The old nun opened the door and left silently.
It seems like people here don’t like to talk much!
Russell murmured, the quiet environment is certainly relaxing, but it is too quiet here and feels a bit depressing.
The walls of the wooden house were painted white, with an unobstructed view of the space. A huge cross hung in front of Russell. He looked over and was about to ask when a voice sounded from the second floor.
"Come up, there's nothing to see down there!"
Russell stepped on the creaking wooden stairs and quickly walked up to the second floor. The room was simply decorated, and the white-haired bishop sat in front of the bookcase. He raised his hand and pointed to the seat opposite the desk, gesturing for Russell to sit down.
"I……"
"I know you, Father Russell, and as for your lateness, now is the time of employment, so I won't pursue it."
"here……"
"This is indeed the headquarters. It may be different from what you imagined, but there is no need to doubt it."
"you……"
"I am the leader of this church, you can call me Bishop Ian."
"I……"
"Your next task is to get familiar with this place as soon as possible!"
The fairy-like dialogue left Russell speechless and didn't know what to say. Bishop Ian was not only quick to talk, but also seemed to be able to read minds. He didn't believe in evil and continued: "Just now..."
"Um?"
"Just now……"
"Just now? What happened just now?"
Russell felt happy after getting a win back. He finally couldn't guess anymore and said with his usual expression: "Who is the elderly nun who brought me here just now?"
"You mean the older nun?" Bishop Ian looked strange.
"Well, she was cleaning fallen leaves at the door of the church, and then took me through the side door..."
Bishop Ian shook his head slightly and said seriously: "Father Russell, please don't talk nonsense. There are no nuns in this church, let alone older nuns."
Damn it!
Russell's expression changed when he heard this. He actually saw a ghost at the door of the church in broad daylight!
"Hahaha, just kidding..."
Bishop Ian's stern face suddenly burst into laughter, and he stood up and walked to the window: "That was Sister Medellin just now. She has some bad habits, just ignore them. Remember, she will be with you all her life.
Dedicated to the Lord, she is the oldest nun in Los Angeles, so you must have special respect for her."
Russell: "..."
Bishop, you also have some bad habits!
Russell rolled his eyes and got straight to the point: "Bishop, I'm ready for my mission. Just tell me who the enemy is, the Dark Church or the Wizards Association, or is the devil from hell coming?
"
Bishop Ian said nothing and looked at Russell as if he was stupid: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did the dark church and the devil come from?"
"ha?"
Bishop Ian said with a hint of disgust: "You were transferred here because you applied for it yourself and wanted to come to a big city. It just so happened that our church has been short of manpower and others were unwilling to come. I happened to be out on business recently, so I asked you to come here.
Already."
"..."
"If you don't understand anything, just ask Sister Medellin, that's all."
After saying this, Bishop Ian carried a suitcase and ran down the second floor as if he was running away, leaving Russell standing there dumbfounded.
"So, why did I come to Los Angeles?"
…
In the confessional in the corner of the church, Russell sat expressionless. Opposite the wooden board, a middle-aged balding man was talking to himself.
"Father, I have a friend...hehehe...he took his wife on a camping trip...hehehe, but when he woke up by the lake, he couldn't find his wife..."
"Sir, please calm down first. If you keep laughing like this, I can't hear what you are saying at all."
Russell licked his nostrils, picked up his phone and dialed the number: "Hey, 911... yes, it's me again... this time I'm reporting a murder!"