After seeing the words "Deliveryman", Lou Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought, "The one who cheats others will be cheated sooner or later."
Back then, he was still proud of the fact that there were many imitators of the Deliveryman and that he had successfully cleared himself of suspicion. But in the end, such a huge scapegoat fell from the sky!
Damn it! Luckily, everyone knows about my damaged potential due to my serious injuries. No one will believe that I can suddenly become a Terror Grade, which is the equivalent of a Physical Invulnerability Mighty One!
I won't take the blame!
Lou Cheng heaved a long sigh of relief. He turned to seriously pondering the matter. The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he felt.
"Strange …" he muttered, frowning.
There were two strange points. First, the greatest value of the Holy Grail was that it was stained with a little of the Savior's blood. It was of great symbolic significance and enlightenment to the various branches of the Mission Sect. For practitioners of other systems, such as Martial Artists, it could at most be used as a reference to draw parallels. It was an item that was worth losing. As for the research institutions of major countries, they had no lack of similar items rooted in their own country. There was no need for them to get the Holy Grail.
Second, the attacker chose to attack at a relatively busy time in the morning. This was indeed the time when the security system was most likely to be negligent. But it was also not a good time for them. It was too eye-catching and obvious. They couldn't kill people calmly, remove the surveillance, erase the traces, and eliminate the influence. They would definitely leave behind many clues. With so many Physical Invulnerability Mighty Ones in Connecticut and many with amazing means, they would be in great danger if they couldn't leave the area immediately.
And it wasn't easy to escape from Connecticut immediately. No matter how fast a Physical Invulnerability Mighty One could run, they couldn't outrun the speed of radio transmission.
In broad daylight, the Connecticut government wouldn't be slow to respond. As long as they mobilized their so-called Terror Grade Mighty Ones to cooperate with the police and the National Guard to seal off the main entrances and exits, check the strength of the "passersby" one by one, and prevent them from taking advantage of the situation. In addition, with satellites and other high-tech equipment monitoring the farmland, lakes, rivers, and other sparsely populated areas, it would be very difficult for them to leave the country without any means of control.
In other words, this was a matter that risked many times more than the benefits. That was why the Brutale delegation dared to have the real Holy Grail on tour in America.
"Another purpose? Lou Cheng shook his head slightly. He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.
The Holy Grail had been in Brutale's possession for hundreds of years, but they had not produced any valuable results. Who would be willing to take the risk for an illusory hope?
Since he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't be bothered to think about it. In any case, it had nothing to do with him. Lou Cheng lit up the dim screen of his phone and shared the entire story with his little fairy girl, who was still in class. He also informed the military liaison personnel.
Incidents involving Physical Invulnerability experts were worthy of the attention of the country!
…
At this moment, Connecticut had entered the highest state of alert. All departing flights at Orion Airport were postponed, and all departing passengers were re-checked to confirm their strength.
On the bridge across the river, police had set up checkpoints to prevent cars from passing by. Below, warships patrolled back and forth, scanning the water with sonar and other devices. On the other side of the river, a white-haired old man with arms thicker than the legs of others was sitting in the back of a nanny van. He was resting with his eyes closed in case of an emergency. He was none other than the Grand Elder of the Geruga Sect, Stefen.
The sparkling lake swayed. Ships from the naval base spread out, using all kinds of high-tech equipment to complete the blockade. On the deck of their flagship, a brown-haired middle-aged man in a general's uniform crossed his arms and looked coldly in the direction of Connecticut. The ripples around him stopped, sparkling.
Satellites outside the atmosphere were closely monitoring the places where the city was connected to the farms, the wilderness, and so on. Once a person appeared, they would immediately report and track him. Other than that, there were other arrangements. Because of the existence of powerful humans, the development of technology had always been in the direction of restricting them!
…
In the Church Museum with broken windows and a dome that exposed the sky.
Archbishop Kontsev, who was obviously of Latin descent, stood in front of a warped display case. He sighed.
"The Lord often teaches us not to overlook today's misfortune because of yesterday's good fortune. We have been careless because nothing has happened before."
"Yes." Another "Crown Level" Strongman from the Brutale delegation, Townsend, drew a cross in front of his chest in sincere repentance.
Normally, when the Archbishop was confessing, he should have been with Mason Walker. But after so many days of smooth sailing, everyone felt that everything was normal and that there would be no accidents, so he was lazy.
Oblak stood quietly by the side, waiting for the notification from the Connecticut Command Center.
At this moment, he felt something and turned his head to look at the entrance of Exhibition Hall No. 1. He saw three men in black robes slowly approaching. The leader was tall, with indiscernible wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and cheeks. His hair and eyes were pale white. Oblak glanced at him and felt that he was very close, very noble, and very trustworthy.
On the left side of the old man was a man with emerald eyes and an illusory aura. He had a scholarly air about him. He was the "Light Mentor" of the Spiritualist Order, Lucas.
Could that be the world-famous "Grand Mentor" of the Spiritualist Order, Sisko?
After making eye contact with Kantsev, the old man smiled and said, "I'm here to meet the 'spirit' of this place."
There was no ripple in Kantsev's eyes. He humbly drew a cross and said,
"May the Lord bless you."
"What a vicious curse," said the old man with a smile. "Wherever they go, they leave traces. I believe that the three attackers will be caught. This is a challenge to the order of society! This is a challenge to the stability of America and Connecticut! "
"The Holy Grail contains the blood of the Savior. It is closely related to us." Kantsev looked deeply into his eyes and said calmly, "It can be fooled for a while, but it won't be fooled forever. Two days, two days at most. Sisko, I hope this will help you."
The "Grand Mentor" of the Spiritualist Order, Sisko nodded slightly and said no more. He focused on "channeling" to track down the culprits.
…
In the bedroom on the second floor, Yan Zheke, who was studying for her final exams, looked up and discussed the Holy Grail incident with Lou Cheng, who was leisurely playing with his phone.
At the end of the conversation, she gently thumped the table and sighed.
"What a pity. I haven't even seen what the Holy Grail looks like!"
Due to their beliefs, the Holy Grail couldn't be photographed during the exhibition. They couldn't view it online unless they went to see it live.
"It looks very ordinary." Lou Cheng excitedly took a pen and paper and drew for Yan Zheke.
After a few strokes, he handed it to her as if he was presenting a treasure. "That's it!"
Yan Zheke glanced at it and immediately pursed her pink lips to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
After holding it in for a dozen seconds, she nodded solemnly.
"Cheng, your drawing skills … Hmm, your calligraphy is better than your drawing!"
My calligraphy is bad enough … Lou Cheng shook his head in amusement. "I don't accept such compliments!"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a throbbing sensation. He stood up with a thoughtful expression.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke blinked her clear eyes.
"We have guests," replied Lou Cheng with a smile as he slowly walked to the door.
After a few steps, he turned back and said to the girl, "Let's go down together. It's safer to be close to each other in case any accidents happen."
"Okay!" Yan Zheke nodded obediently and reached out to hold Lou Cheng's left hand.
When the couple reached the first floor, the girl and Aunt Du sat on the sofa in the living room while Lou Cheng walked to the door and pulled it open.
The door creaked open. Oblak, who was about to press the doorbell, froze.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Lou Cheng already knew what was going on.
Beside Oblak, the white-haired, blue-eyed Grand Teacher looked over with a smile and spoke warmly.
"Just a routine investigation."
In that instant, Lou Cheng felt an incomparable closeness and respect for the Grand Teacher. He wanted nothing more than to prostrate himself on the ground and confess his thoughts and repent of his past mistakes.
With a change of thought, he outlined the Confrontation Formula and calmed his body and mind, dispelling the emotions that weren't considered negative.
"If only I knew," replied Lou Cheng with a smile. His gaze was calm and his expression was leisurely. To the Grand Teacher, he was like an ordinary auntie in the neighborhood committee.
Completely unaffected … Oblak was taken aback.
Sysco asked calmly,
"You've been going to the Holy Top Church a lot recently. Why?"
"To find ways to calm my mind," answered Lou Cheng truthfully. Lou Cheng answered half-truthfully and half-jokingly. He then casually explained, "You should know that I've suffered a lot of serious setbacks this year."
He was indeed looking for ways to break through to the Physical Invulnerability stage. Once he reached the Physical Invulnerability stage, his mind would undoubtedly find peace. Yeah, that's right!
Lou Cheng wasn't disappointed or pessimistic. When he talked about the terrifying setbacks that had almost forced him out of the professional circle, he spoke as if he was an observer. Not only was Oblak surprised, but even the Grand Teacher's eyes flickered.
"In this aspect, us spirit practitioners might be more useful than churches," said Sysco casually. "So, why did you go to the museum to see the Holy Grail today?" Sisko asked casually before asking, "Why did you go to the museum to see the Holy Grail?"
"Out of curiosity. For reference. I was supposed to go with my girlfriend on the weekend, but I happened to be free in the morning, so I decided to take a look in advance to prepare for our date," said Lou Cheng frankly.
The Grand Teacher paused for a few seconds. His eyes flashed and he said in a low voice,
"You left suddenly before the attack. Did you know something beforehand?"
Lou Cheng smiled with a heart as cold as ice.
"According to my data, I have three superpowers. One of them is the ability to foresee danger. Because I didn't know what kind of danger it was, I could only leave first and warn you later. This may seem selfish, but I don't think it's a crime, right?"
Sysco nodded slowly and asked for confirmation.
"In other words, before the 'Crown Level' Mason Walker discovered the danger, you already predicted it?"
Oblak subconsciously held his breath as soon as the words left his mouth.
Lou Cheng nodded calmly.
"You could say that."
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