boyutpedia Chapter 50 I am useful to you.
Chapter 50 I am useful to you.
"Let me live! I'll never believe in Lazarus again!"
The tragic death of his companion shattered the Black male believer's entire faith.
Lazarus is a load of rubbish, resurrection and eternal life are all lies!
He only has one life! He has to live!
He struggled violently, but his limbs were chained to the iron chair and he could not move.
"Damn it! Didn't you ask us to make a choice?"
buzzing.
The circular saw overhead was roaring.
With red eyes, he dragged the iron chair directly toward the red-hot iron plate!
His Lazarus tattoo is on his upper thigh.
If you're going to burn off a tattoo, you also have to burn off some other things.
The circular saw overhead kept getting closer, but he didn't hesitate at all.
He's dead! This iron rod is useless to him now!
5 seconds!
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"
The black man suddenly straightened his back and slammed his thigh hard onto the red-hot iron plate!
laugh--
Foul-smelling white smoke rose up.
The skin on his thigh was charred black by the high temperature.
"Ah!!! Lazarus is fake! The resurrection is fake! Let me live!"
He was in excruciating pain, his face contorted, his eyes bulging, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Click.
The circular saw stopped rotating suddenly when it was only one millimeter away from the scalp.
"Phew... I'm alive..."
Before he could finish speaking, the burly black man collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
This scene became the final straw that broke the back of the white female believer.
From the black-and-white television, the masked man's hoarse voice continued: "Now the final round of the game begins."
Drop drop drop.
The announcement sounded, and the last light shone above the white female believer's head.
It was the same woman who had just shouted "Dare to be fun!"
60 seconds left
buzzing.
The circular saw began to descend towards her head...
"Help me... Waaaaaah..."
It had only just begun when she broke down in tears, frantically twisting her body with the iron chair.
Fortunately, her tattoo was on her arm.
She desperately turned her body to the side and pressed her entire left arm directly onto the hot iron plate!
laugh--
The sound of grilling meat rang out again.
"Ahhhhh!"
"I want to live too! Lazarus is fake! I don't want to die! Help me! Ahhh!"
She screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face as her body convulsed.
Click.
All power was cut off.
In the dark warehouse, only the woman's wailing could be heard.
"Huff... Waaah..."
Realizing she had finally survived, the woman slumped down and glanced at the charred burns on her arm.
He was panting heavily and sobbing incessantly.
Those so-called beliefs have been crushed into dust.
pat, pat.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came from the shadows.
The television screen flickered and then went black.
The masked man slowly emerged from the darkness.
He casually tossed the voice changer and remote control onto the table beside him, removed the puppet mask, and revealed his true face.
It was Lu Yiming.
He stepped over the pool of blood on the ground and walked to the woman who was convulsing all over.
Looking down at her crumbling gaze, he revealed a satisfied smile.
He grabbed the woman's sweaty chin and made her look at him.
Now, tell me your name.
The woman was convulsing in pain, and she looked at Lu Yiming as if he were a devil.
"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything! Please, stop playing this game..."
"My name is Rachel Perry, and I'm a student at Fort University. Three days ago, I received orders from a New York church to find a shipment of gold that our organization had lost."
"We worked with our informant in the Fremont Police Department and apprehended Sheriff Marcus for interrogation. But he was too stubborn and wouldn't say a word..."
"We still don't know where that batch of gold is."
Lu Yiming touched his nose, too embarrassed to tell her that the gold was in his hands.
He abruptly changed the subject, continuing in a cold voice, "Where are your superiors? How many of you are left?"
Rachel swallowed hard and answered in a trembling voice:
"We have people in every city. Our headquarters are in New York, and all our operations are carried out under the orders of the priests and goddesses... The total number of believers is over four million."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
Four million? Goodness.
Is the scale of this "Lazarus" cult really that large?
Has it completely infiltrated every city in America?
Do they have people in every city? If they wanted to cause trouble, wouldn't they be able to start a nationwide riot anytime, anywhere?
No… Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes. If the scale is really this large, they don’t need to use violence at all.
This is America; they can use their huge following to form new political parties and participate in elections!
This is a force that a mere police officer like him can't possibly contend with.
It's impossible for me to actually try to uproot them completely.
Such a large-scale cult, they only took a few gold bars from them, and they still want revenge?
That's incredibly stingy!
"Do you have a list of personnel from each city?" Lu Yiming pressed.
Rachel shook her head: "No... Only the New York headquarters has such a list. None of the three of us had met before this operation."
Lu Yiming's lips twitched suddenly.
Single-line communication, temporary team formation?
This isn't some kind of cult, it's clearly an underground Communist Party!
"What are your church's goals? What do you need gold bars for?"
Rachel's eyes darted away before she looked at the lifeless white woman: "When we met, she told us that the church was conducting some kind of research in various places, which required a lot of money, but I don't know the specifics."
Lu Yiming pondered, "Research?"
Aren't you a cult? What kind of research are you doing?
He also asked Timothy those two questions.
But Timothy didn't know, or rather, he knew nothing; his only job was to collect money and bribe officials.
Just then, old Mike walked over, cursing and swearing.
He glanced disdainfully at the unconscious black man on the ground, grabbed his leg, and dragged him deeper into the warehouse.
But this scene startled Rachel, who was sitting in the chair.
Does this mean that after using them, these people intend to get rid of them?
She lunged forward and clung tightly to Lu Yiming's leg.
"Please! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! I really am useful!"
"What use are you now?" Lu Yiming asked with a mischievous grin, puzzled.
Rachel looked down.
"I can unzip your zipper without using my hands."
She was breathing heavily, and leaned down, pressing her cheek directly against Lu Yiming's inner thigh.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Lu Yiming grabbed her hair and dragged her away.
These American cultists really have no bottom line when it comes to survival!
"You better behave yourself!"
Lu Yiming stared at her coldly, "Answer my last question, and I'll let you live."
Rachel nodded frantically: "Ask away! Ask away! I'll tell you everything!"
Lu Yiming pinched her face, forcing her to look him in the eye, and asked the question that concerned him most:
"Who is your undercover agent within the Fremont Police Department...?"