Chapter 125

One month later, Idealism in City B.

After a busy morning, the noisy city finally quieted down, with only one or two passers-by seen on the huge street.

There were few customers, but the vendors did not look sad. The proprietress of the bakery took out the stove, lit it, and stretched out her hand to warm herself by the fire.

There are only so many shops on this street, and most of them are familiar to me. When they see the stove, they immediately come over with stools and smile.

The proprietress was too lazy to chase people away, and after a while, everyone's faces, which had turned blue from the cool breeze, were now warm and red.

They were chatting casually in a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere. Suddenly, someone said, "I think life is pretty good now."

Everyone seemed to know what he was talking about, and rubbed their hands towards the blazing flames in the stove.

No one said anything and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle and awkward.

After a while, someone finally answered, "Yes, that person who came to take over Idealism doesn't seem to be as scary as they say."

This sentence seemed to break the deadlock, and everyone else started talking one after another, following the topic.

From their conversation, we learned that three weeks ago, the executive of City G suddenly visited the Idealist Church, and His Holiness the Pope actually allowed the other party to participate in all the public affairs of the city. To some people, this seemed to be a signal of impending storm.

For a time, rumors spread everywhere.

After Wen Xin occupied the territory of G City, his existence became a taboo for many power organizations. Some people who hated him did not hesitate to use the most vicious language to discredit his intentions, causing Wen Xin to become so vicious in the eyes of most people.

Under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, the crowd became outraged and began to protest and march.

Before the incident escalated to a fever pitch, the leading group of troublemakers were first suppressed by the patrol troops, as if the higher-ups had anticipated this. Then the rumor spreaders hiding in the dark were all caught.

Ordinary people are trembling with fear, thinking that this matter will definitely not end and will cause even greater chaos.

But who would have thought that after a month, no one seemed to be affected too much.

Passersby who were implicated in the incident received relief funds shortly afterwards, and merchants whose shops were smashed also received compensation.

After going through the initial thrilling adjustment period with trepidation, people still do what they have to do.

They found that not only did they not fall into dire straits because of the change of dynasties above, but their lives became increasingly easier because of a series of strengthened measures formulated after Wen Xin's rectification!

Just like when a person drinks water, he knows whether it is cold or warm.

No matter how exaggerated those rumors were, cursing Wen Xin as worse than the devil, he could feel what life was like.

Because of the fear of war breaking out, these people who were chatting had gathered together many times before to curse Wen Xin's ancestors. Now when they mentioned each other, there was inevitably a hint of guilt and discomfort in their tone.

"If you ask me, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it collapses. Why should we worry about it? We should just live our own lives well."

Everyone responded, but suddenly a hoarse and strange voice sounded in the corner: "But why did Wen Xin come to our B City instead of staying in his G City?"

Others looked over and found that the speaker was the cousin of the steamed bun shop owner. The refugee camp where he lived before was looted by local forces, so he could not survive and rushed to City B to seek refuge with his relatives.

Hearing his strange tone, people did not take it seriously. They just thought that this young man had suddenly encountered a disaster and was displeased with those chiefs.

My cousin added, "City B is so far away from City G. Even if he wants to expand his influence, he should start with City Z or other nearby cities."

"Why do you care so much? Maybe he has a good relationship with His Holiness the Pope."

"Are they so close that they could usurp power?"

The young man's laughter sounded like the cry of a crow, which was creepy.

The owner of the steamed bun shop felt a little unwell. He touched the goose bumps on his arm and glanced towards the bun shop.

She originally thought that the young man came to take a break during work hours with the approval of the boss's cousin, but she didn't expect that there was no one in the bun shop, and the honest-looking man had disappeared.

After a moment of distraction, the young man started talking about the superpower who almost caused bloodshed in various places some time ago.

"Now everyone knows that the psychics come from G City, and that brutal black monster that can bring thunderstorms and magma and almost destroy a city surrendered as soon as it saw Wen Xin! It's hard not to suspect that those psychics and monsters were created by Wen Xin... Do you remember that everyone suddenly became particularly irritable and angry some time ago?"

It’s not so much that I suddenly became irritable and angry, but rather that the peace and tranquility that I used to feel at any time and in any place disappeared without any warning.

Most people at the time could not understand this strange change, and because of panic, a lot of chaos occurred. Fortunately, the actions of the patrol team and the guards were also quick and effective, and the chaos was quickly quelled.

Humans are highly adaptable creatures. Once we settle down, no matter how many unreasonable things there were in the past, they are all in the past.

But the young man insisted on bringing up the past again. He attributed this strangeness to the Pope. It seemed that there were several times when the Pope was away from City B for something, and their mood would be severely negatively affected.

"Have you never thought about this question? What is the origin of His Holiness the Pope? When did he know Wen Xin? Why did he so easily hand over the Idealism Church to an outsider to manage?..."

A series of questions made everyone dizzy and confused.

Normally, people would not bother to pay attention to these conspiracy theories, but now, as if affected by the young people's deliberately low voice, the relaxed and nonchalant expressions on their faces were gradually replaced by a kind of nervous anxiety.

In a corner that no one can see, a candle is burning quietly, emitting a sweet fragrance.

The sky was not gloomy, but there seemed to be an invisible haze shrouding the area illuminated by the stove fire.

When Wen Xin was mentioned again, everyone's expression changed instantly, as if in their minds Wen Xin was no longer the successor who brought a series of conveniences to life, but an executioner who was ready to operate on the survivors of City B at any time.

The fruit and vegetable store owner stood up suddenly with an extremely grim expression: "Oh no! My son applied to join the patrol team some time ago, and now he is still in the training camp. Isn't he just asking for trouble? I have to find him!"

"Go ahead." The young man's words were full of temptation and enticement. "If you don't go quickly, if something happens to your son, it will be too late for anything."

The owner of the fruit and vegetable store nodded hurriedly. The moment he turned around, the young man stretched out his hand and twisted a small crimson worm that kept squirming on his fingertips, trying to eject it onto the man's back.

The others just stared blankly, not reacting to the strange bug in the young man's hand.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, blood splattered everywhere, and the young man let out a scream.

The sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, breaking the current deadlock. The faces of the people gathered together went blank, and screams broke out in an instant.

"What happened?" "Oh my God, someone was shot!"

The owner of the pancake shop looked terrified, but the next second she saw something even more terrifying.

The young man who had just been sitting there chatting with them was shot through the palm and chest by a bullet, but he did not fall down immediately.

The other party's face sank, his eyes and expression were as ferocious as a scorpion. Noticing that she was the only one who had not run away, he faced the patrol team that appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her viciously.

He wants to take me hostage! The pancake shop owner subconsciously thought of this key point.

But understanding this did not help her at all. The young man had some kind of physical condition, but he was still able to move freely after being shot. His hand speed was faster than a cheetah, and in the blink of an eye, his fingertips were against her throat.

The proprietress shuddered and closed her eyes subconsciously out of fear.

But then they heard the sound of wind coming from not far away, and someone shouted in surprise, "Executive Officer!"

"Sir, you can't go through there, it's dangerous!"

The proprietress's arm was grabbed by someone. The hand that grabbed her was extremely thin, full of toughness honed from training, and it was extremely powerful and pulled her away in a timely manner.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out again. Without the threat of hostages, the sniper fired without hesitation and hit the young man in the head with a precise shot.

The proprietress looked at the young man who saved her in panic, but found that the handsome face seemed somewhat familiar.

The storm subsided.

Afterwards, the patrol team found the burning candle in the corner, carefully extinguished the spark on the fuse, and put it in a sealed bag.

The captain handed it to Wen Xin with a serious expression: "It should be the Realism Church."

The members of the Realism Church, which was opposed to the Idealism Church, probably did not expect that before they could develop, they would be exposed because of the blindness of the internal members who recruited Tang Qi as a member. Not only that, they were also colluded with from both inside and outside and were almost caught.

The reason why I say it was almost there is that there were still some fish that slipped through the net and escaped.

Wen Xin took a look at the candle, then put on his gloves and crushed the insects that were constantly squirming on the ground. He squatted over the young man's body and checked him. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "The followers of the Realist Church are ordered to wear the emblem of the church, but this person doesn't have one."

"Not realism? Then this psychedelic candle..."

Before he finished speaking, someone else came to report the situation, saying that a simple-looking man was found in the back kitchen of the bun shop, and he was the owner of the shop.

Unfortunately, the body was already cold and could not be saved.

The air fell into silence for a moment, and Wen Xin's face was cold: "This man is a superpower. Find out when he came to City B, how he passed the security check, and who let him in!"

"yes!"

Wen Xin immediately stood up without even looking at the young man on the ground. A voice came from behind him: "Who are you...?"

He turned around when he heard the voice and met the boss lady's eyes which were still in shock and full of doubt. The latter wanted to ask if they had seen each other before, but facing those cold eyes, he suddenly dared not speak and shut up in anger.

"I have seen it before." Wen Xin smiled suddenly, "I have eaten steamed cakes at your stall before, and they tasted very good."

The proprietress then breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the man for saving her.

It took her a long time to hear other people calling her that she finally realized that the young man in front of her was actually the rumored executive.

The patrol team cleaned up the scene and was about to leave when Wen Xin suddenly stopped, quickly turned his gaze to the shadows on the second floor, and shouted in a deep voice: "Come out!"

Several figures suddenly emerged from the shadows. From their chaotic steps, it was obvious that they did not expect to be discovered.

The patrol team followed without thinking, until a bolt of lightning struck their front!

"Superpower!"

"Why are there still people with special abilities?"

You have to know that the nameless war in G City caused the number of people with special abilities to drop sharply, and in the end only a few dozen people managed to survive.

There were dozens of people, nearly half of whom were taken in by Wen Xin. After excluding those who were taken in by other forces and had hidden their identities and dared not show up, there were almost no ones left, making the few psychics who showed up now particularly conspicuous.

To sum it up in one sentence: Where did so many people with special abilities come from? !

The crowd who heard the noise fled in all directions.

Although those people with special abilities have different physical fitness from ordinary people and can run very fast, they are ultimately not as fast as Wen Xin who has been tempered for a long time.

In a short while, the distance between them was shortened to infinitely close. In a hurry, one of the psychics didn't care whether the situation would get out of hand or not, and let out a miserable roar.

The roar condensed into a tangible sound wave, and Wen Xin's footsteps indeed stopped. Before the psychic could be surprised, he saw the opponent raise his gun again.

Bang!

The injured psychic screamed and fell down.

One person was intercepted, and the others followed suit and broke ranks, raising their hands in surrender when surrounded by the patrol team.

Wen Xin had not expected that this emergency operation would involve so many people with special abilities. Even if all of them were arrested, he could not relax.

Especially the captain came to report: "Sir, only one of them can use supernatural powers, the others just have good physical fitness."

"In good physical condition?" Wen Xin did not comment and glanced at the messy street behind him.

During the struggle, those people attacked the buildings, causing the hard reinforced concrete to crack directly. This obviously could not be explained by good physical fitness.

The captain obviously felt that this explanation was a bit far-fetched, but the reality was that those people did not have special powers.

This is somewhat similar to Wen Xin. After swallowing the blue pearl, his physical condition is also different from that of ordinary people, but he has not shown any extraordinary abilities.

Wen Xin looked at the psychics who had kept their mouths shut and said, "Take them back for interrogation first."

When we were almost at the Idealist Church, someone behind us suddenly spoke up: "Executive Officer Wen, whose side are you on?"

This question is very confusing.

Wen Xin frowned: "What?"

The man fell silent again.

The captain was about to scold when he saw a man running hurriedly in front of him. He looked disheveled and dusty.

Wen Xin recognized this man; he was the messenger beside Wen Jinfeng. His expression changed slightly and he hurried over.

"Sir, this is it, sir, let me give it to you!"

The messenger took out a letter and an object wrapped in layers of cloth. It was square in shape and about the size of a box.

Wen Xin was in no hurry to answer the call. He stared at every detail on the messenger's face and asked word by word, "What happened to Wen Jinfeng?"

【Author’s words】

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