"President, we're at the gate now. Where are you?"
"I see you guys. Walk a few more steps. I'm at the outside of the gate."
"No … Where are you?"
West looked around but still didn't see Chen Zhao.
"President, did you use some invisibility spell?"
Suddenly, West felt a hard kick on his butt.
Looking back, he realized that Chen Zhao was right behind him with a baby in his arms.
Because Chen Zhao was carrying the child, West subconsciously ignored Chen Zhao.
This was actually a blind spot. It wasn't a curved corner. It was visual information that the mind automatically ignored.
"President …"
All the members stared at Chen Zhao, dumbfounded.
A president carrying a child?!
Was he an imposter?!
This was completely different from Chen Zhao's persona.
"My daughter," Chen Zhao said.
"Chen, is there some kind of spell that can make someone pregnant and give birth in a few days?" Gaia looked at Chen Zhao with glowing eyes. "Can you cast one on me too? I want a child too, but a ten-month pregnancy is too long. "
"There's no spell. It's not my and Fali's child."
"President, did you cheat behind Madam's back?"
"F * ck, I didn't cheat." Chen Zhao glared at West. "If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll rip your mouth off."
"Why do I feel like this isn't a vacation?" West's mood suddenly turned sour.
"Who said it wasn't a vacation?" Chen Zhao said. "I'm making it up to you guys for the trip to New York last time. Of course, there's also a small mission."
Everyone should've guessed it. As expected, this wasn't a vacation at all.
"What mission?"
"Yesterday, a cultist threw my daughter off the roof of the hospital."
Everyone gasped. They weren't surprised that Chen Zhao's daughter was still alive.
They were shocked that someone dared to treat Chen Zhao's daughter like that.
"Find them! I'm going to tear them apart, all of them! "Chen Zhao looked at everyone." Can you do it? "
Everyone saw the horror and savagery on Chen Zhao's face.
After all, even when facing the Source of the Fallen, Chen Zhao was still smiling mischievously most of the time.
This made them think that Chen Zhao would never be serious.
But now, they realized that it wasn't that Chen Zhao couldn't be serious.
But when he was serious, he was actually a little scary.
Clearly, Chen Zhao was really angry this time.
However, this was understandable.
He threw Chen Zhao's daughter off the roof.
How big of a heart did he have to be to dare to do this?
Was Chen Zhao really going to start a massacre this time?
Hopefully, there aren't too many people in this cult.
Even West didn't dare to say anything now.
He could really feel the anger in Chen Zhao's tone.
"Go and find them for me."
"Yes, Guild Leader."
None of them were in the mood for a vacation. If they didn't help Chen Zhao, they didn't know how he would punish them.
"Alright, don't be so nervous. Find a hotel to stay in first. I'm not in a hurry. Take your time."
Haha … no hurry?
Whoever would take Chen Zhao's words seriously was an idiot.
They didn't want Chen Zhao to ask them if they had any news.
…
After arriving at the hotel, they weren't in the mood to enjoy themselves.
They gathered in West's room for a meeting.
"Which direction should we start investigating?" Pamela asked.
She'd come this time too. She'd wanted to take a vacation.
She didn't expect to encounter something like this.
However, she also wanted to help out in this matter.
After all, she didn't do much in the previous operations.
As a result, she didn't have a high presence in the Association.
But she couldn't do anything about it. The previous operations were to hunt down the Family, the second was in New York, and the third was to deal with the Source of the Fallen. She wasn't suitable to participate in any of them.
This time, they finally had a chance to deal with the cult.
Everyone had no idea how to investigate at all.
Even Gaia didn't know where to start.
West thought for a moment and said, "The only clue now is that cultist."
"The Guild Leader said she fell to her death."
"We can investigate her relationships, her social circle, her family, and friends."
"I'll go to the police station and get their files," West said.
"West, can we also get the police files?"
"Of course," West said proudly.
…
In an abandoned church in the suburbs of San Francisco.
The church was in a mess. The cross in front was already crooked.
There were dozens of people gathered here, all wearing black robes.
The foreheads of these black-robed men were all engraved with different patterns using daggers.
They were all Satanists.
Just from the name, one could tell that it was a cult.
Although America had freedom of religion, it also gave birth to many weird and even evil religious groups.
Satanism was like this.
Satanism's doctrine was the destruction of the world.
Their actions were similar to terrorists.
Of course, they wouldn't set off bombs or anything like that.
But their actions weren't any worse than terrorists.
Dozens of cultists gathered in front of the magic formation in the center, chanting demonic incantations.
It was a Satanic prayer, like a monk's or a Christian's prayer.
Just then, a black-robed man walked out and said loudly, "Divil failed. She didn't sacrifice to our God. She wasn't devout enough. Her heart wasn't pure enough. Her soul will be punished. She won't be saved by our God before the apocalypse."
The black-robed man looked at the other believers. "Lord Sarreras can't wait any longer. In order to help Lord Sarreras return from the void as soon as possible, you must work harder to find those babies who meet the requirements and sacrifice them to His Majesty Satan."
"Leader, all the hospitals in the city are on high alert," a cultist said. "It's hard for the people we've planted in the hospitals to succeed."
"Excuses," the black-robed man yelled. "You haven't even tried, yet you think you can't do it. This only means that you're not devout enough."
"Who steps forward to receive His Majesty's gift?" The black-robed man looked at the cultists.
The cultists stared at the black-robed man with burning eyes. They knew what the so-called gift was.
It was the power they dreamed of, the magical power that surpassed ordinary people.
A dozen cultists stepped forward. "I'm willing to serve His Majesty."
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