Inside the room, more than a dozen soldiers were standing in a circle with their guns aimed at the two people sitting on the sofa. When the three of them stepped forward, the soldiers moved to the side with their guns raised, making space for the three of them.
However, the room was already very crowded with more than a dozen people, so the space was limited. Chen Mo stepped forward and stood there without giving Brent any space at all.
Faced with two preachers who were one level higher than him, Brent had no choice but to stand behind them silently. However, his fists behind his back were tightly clenched, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
Brent's little movements naturally couldn't escape Chen Mo's sharp senses. Even with his back facing him, Chen Mo could clearly feel his every move. However, Chen Mo didn't have the time to care about his feelings.
After glancing at the pope's speech on the TV, Chen Mo turned to look at Ello Patje, who was sitting on the sofa, and said coldly with an expressionless face.
"Preacher Patje, Brent has reported that you are hiding contraband. According to the rules, we are now going to search your house. Please cooperate."
Ello Patje was sitting on the sofa. When he heard this, he turned his gaze and looked at Brent through the gap between Chen Mo and John Peston.
Brent met his gaze without flinching. However, to his surprise, Ello Patje didn't look at him with anger or hatred. Instead, it was extremely calm, as if there were no emotions contained within.
This …?
This was completely different from what Brent had imagined. Logically speaking, Ello Patje should have hated him to the core after his crimes were exposed. How could there be no reaction at all? It was as if he had no emotions.
No emotions?!
Brent couldn't help but be shocked. He had a faint bad feeling in his heart.
However, Chen Mo didn't care about what he thought. He immediately waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to start searching.
There was limited space in the room, so Chen Mo didn't let in the dozens of soldiers who were standing guard outside. The dozen soldiers in the room were more than enough. With the two senior priests here, there was no need to worry about Ello Patje resisting.
The dozen or so soldiers immediately put away their weapons and entered each room separately, searching carefully.
Due to the uneasiness in his heart, Brent wanted to go in and search the place himself. However, before he could take a step forward, he was stopped by Chen Mo.
"Priest Brent, you don't have to go personally."
Brent wasn't willing to stop just like that. He retorted with a straight face.
"I'm worried that they might have missed something, or I …"
However, before he could finish, Chen Mo interrupted him.
"Priest Brandt! As the informant, you should avoid arousing suspicion! "
Chen Mo's voice was cold. He used the tone of a superior to reprimand Chen Mo before turning to speak to John Peston.
"Priest Peston, since Priest Brent is worried, I'll have to trouble you to search for him yourself."
John Peston nodded lightly when he heard that. He didn't even look at Brent as he turned around and walked into the room inside.
As the strongest among the Jehovah's preachers, John Peston's observation and intuition were the best. His mission records were also the best. Therefore, Brent couldn't continue to insist that he conduct the search himself.
However, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. However, he couldn't tell what the problem was.
As he waited anxiously, the search ended quickly. However, the result was that nothing was found.
"Impossible! Let me search again! "
Brent couldn't accept the result. He saw Ello Patje take a book out of the church building with his own eyes. Originally, he was very excited. He was looking forward to using this opportunity to make a great contribution and be promoted to a preacher. However, when he heard that nothing was found, Brent couldn't help but have a look of disbelief on his face.
After he finished speaking, the scene instantly became quiet. Everyone in the room, including Chen Mo and John Peston who were standing in front of him, Ello Patje and Mary O 'Brien who were sitting on the sofa, and the soldiers who had finished their search, all looked at him.
John Peston had already searched the room himself. As the informant, he should have avoided arousing suspicion. However, he still insisted on doing the search himself. This itself was very abnormal. Moreover, his reaction just now didn't seem like the state of a person who used "Bossier". It was more like he was an emotional criminal!
"What's wrong?"
Brent didn't notice his abnormality. When he saw everyone looking at him, he asked in confusion.
Chen Mo looked at him coldly and walked in front of him.
"Priest Brent, I now suspect that you have feelings. Please stay where you are and cooperate with the investigation!"
"What?! How could I … "
Brent's face was full of disbelief. He couldn't help but raise his hand to explain.
Who knew that the moment he raised his hand, more than a dozen soldiers would simultaneously point the rifles in their hands at him. John Peston even instantly slid out two classroom-specific pistols from his cuffs and pointed the muzzles at his vitals.
Brent sweated profusely. With more than ten rifles and the high-ranking priest's pistols pointed at him, he didn't dare to move. His hands froze in the air. He didn't dare to continue raising them, nor did he dare to put them down. They were fixed in the air at an angle.
"Is, is there a mistake?"
Chen Mo ignored him. He walked in front of him and pressed his hands on both sides of his pockets.
The touch on his waist and abdomen told Brent that there was nothing in his pockets. However, he noticed that Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed. Just when he felt that something was wrong, Chen Mo had already reached two fingers into his pockets. Before Brent could react, Chen Mo's fingers had already pulled out. In between his two fingers was a palm-sized book!
"Priest Brent! You are under arrest! "
…
In the church building, in Vice President Du Peng's office. Chen Mo, John Peston, and Aylo Patje stood in front of Du Peng's desk. Brent, who was handcuffed, was held by two soldiers and stood to the side.
"Priest James, what's going on?"
Du Peng sat behind a large desk and looked at the handcuffed Brent and asked in a deep voice.
"Sir, we searched Priest Patje's residence according to your orders. We didn't find any contraband."
Chen Mo's tall and slender body stood straight in front of Du Peng. There was no trace of emotion on his cold face.
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