John Peston quickly rushed to the front of the few people, grabbed the rifle of the first person and twisted it. The soldier screamed. The rifle in his hand and the finger on the trigger were twisted more than 90 degrees by John Peston. The finger made a cracking sound. Even if it wasn't broken, it was definitely injured.
However, John Peston didn't stop there. He grabbed the rifle barrel and pushed it toward the soldier's back with all his might. "Ka!" The soldier's arm holding the rifle was forcefully moved from the front to the back. It was obviously beyond the range of motion of a normal person's arm. The soldier let out an even louder scream. Apparently, his arm was broken by John Peston.
Next, John Peston's hand holding the rifle barrel pulled forward. The soldier who had completely lost the ability to fight was pulled forward, and the rifle in his hand fell into John Peston's hands.
The next moment, John Peston held the gun with both hands, slid his feet, and quickly came to the front of another soldier who was pointing a rifle at him. The rifle in his hand was forcefully blocked and directly knocked the rifle out of the soldier's hand. The rifle in his hand reached through the gap of the soldier's helmet and pointed at the soldier's neck.
"Don't shoot! This is legal entry! "
The soldier controlled by John Peston quickly shouted.
"We have an arrest warrant for your wife! She is charged with emotional crimes! "
John Peston was stunned. He couldn't help but put down the rifle in his hand. He slowly turned around and looked at his wife who was caught by the two soldiers in disbelief.
John Peston's wife looked at him with a reluctant face. She suddenly broke free from the two soldiers' restraint, rushed to John Peston, and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Catch her!"
"Take her away immediately!"
The two soldiers quickly stepped forward and grabbed John Peston's wife again, and dragged her out of the door.
While being dragged away, John Peston's wife shouted at him with a face full of emotion.
"Remember me!"
On the other hand, John Peston stood there in a daze. His originally ice-cold expression was now filled with confusion and panic. His eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well, began to fluctuate violently together with his heart.
As if he felt something, John Peston suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction he just rushed from. At the end of the corridor, two small figures were leaning against each other, quietly standing there and looking at him.
They were his son, who was less than ten years old, and his daughter, who was only four years old.
They had witnessed their mother being taken away by the soldiers, but they did not cry or make a fuss. Like John Peston, they had been injected with Bossian, and their emotions were suppressed by the drug. Even if their loved ones were taken away, they would not feel any pain. However, deep in their hearts, they could not remain as calm as before. A special feeling was growing in their hearts, and even Bossian could not completely suppress it.
Just when the family was looking at each other in silence and with complicated emotions, Chen Mo's tall figure walked in through the door.
He crouched down and picked up from the ground a neatly folded black clerical habit which John Peston's wife had dropped when she was caught.
Chen Mo held his shirt with one hand, while his other hand reached into the pocket of his shirt and took out a syringe a little bigger than a cigarette pack. He handed it to John Peston.
"I think you need this."
John Peston looked down at the syringe in his hand, then looked up at Chen Mo in front of him. After a long time, he reached out and took the syringe, but he did not directly take out the drug from the box. Instead, he put it directly into his pocket.
John Peston's eyes became cold again. Although he did not speak, Chen Mo could feel a sense of alienation. After all, he was the one who led the team to arrest John Peston's wife. Even with Bossian's suppression, it was impossible for John Peston to not have any grudges against him. However, Chen Mo did not care.
Seeing John Peston take the syringe, he nodded slightly at him and turned to leave.
This incident did not affect the affairs of the church. John Peston, whose wife had just been arrested and was facing the punishment of being cremated, still had to continue with his mission.
A few days later, Chen Mo and John Peston set out together to carry out a mission in Nisus District 5 to eliminate a group of more than thirty people who sold contraband goods.
Sitting in the car, the two did not speak on the way. A faint sense of alienation lingered between the two of them. They were no longer as close and familiar as before.
John Peston's wife had been cremated yesterday. Under Bossian's control, John Peston attended his wife's execution expressionlessly. However, since then, the two of them had less communication. If it was not necessary, John Peston would keep a cold face and not say a word.
Chen Mo did not explain much about this. After arriving at the location, he got out of the car and rushed into the building. Two guns popped out of his sleeves and began to fight with the dozens of armed men in the building.
Although John Peston followed Chen Mo into the building, he did not join in the battle with Chen Mo. Instead, he wandered around the building alone. When he passed by a wall, John Peston noticed a row of bullet holes. He took off his right glove and continued to walk forward. He stretched out his arm to the right and used his finger to gently brush across the bullet holes and the wall. Feeling the different touch, the expression on his face looked as cold as before, but it seemed to be a little different.
Stroking the wall and walking forward a few steps, John Peston suddenly paused and turned his head to look at the bullet hole under his finger.
Perhaps it was because of the shooting angle or some other factors, but unlike other bullet holes, which only left a dent in the wall, the bullet hole in his hand directly penetrated the wall, forming a penetrating hole. A beam of warm yellow light just happened to shine through this hole, reflecting a layer of warm color on his pale fingers.
Withdrawing his right hand, John Peston curiously leaned over and looked behind the wall through the hole.
With this look, John Peston's heart could not help but jump. It turned out to be a secret room filled with all kinds of art, decorations, and other contraband items. However, unlike his usual indifference, at this moment, John Peston's heart was filled with curiosity.
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