Chapter 360: Fang Zuo's old acquaintance, two beauties with poisonous hearts
As Michaela Cohen's voice fell.
The twinkle in her eyes seemed to send some kind of signal.
In the little Jewish world in the void.
A rotating black energy core emits light.
at the same time.
The metal rings on Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock's wrists vibrated.
A holographic image appeared before their beautiful eyes.
The Wall of Sighs, a Jewish holy object far away in Israel in the Middle East, now has obscure and sacred runes emerging from it.
The black energy core in the small world of Judaism floats with the same runes corresponding to it.
A female voice sounded in the minds of Michaela Cohen and his companions:
【Planet weather data collection completed.】
[Searching for high-pressure air masses within the coordinate range.]
[The search is over and the target is found.]
[The high pressure air mass is located at 40°N, 115°W, at an altitude of 3,000 meters on the east side of the Rocky Mountains in North America]
【Energy charging】
【Faith Particles Transforming】
【Transformation completed.】
[High-frequency particle pulse is ready.]
【Hit rate 94.331%】
【98.91% success rate】
【High frequency particle pulse emission.】
The two people's gazes instantly turned to the void.
I saw a black energy core emerging from the small world of Judaism.
then.
A powerful arc of particles shot out.
It accurately crossed the void and hit a mass of cold air high in the sky on the east side of the Rocky Mountains in North America.
The cold air was instantly compressed into a high-pressure air mass with a diameter of 200 kilometers.
【Successfully hit the target.】
【Waiting to obtain weather data.】
then.
The runes on Israel's Wall of Sighs continue to flash. [Data reception completed.]
【A high pressure air mass is moving from the Rocky Mountains toward the Pacific Coast.】
[The pressure gradient has exceeded the critical value, 1024 hPa... wind speed vector calibration completed.]
In the eyes of Michaela Cohen and Demi Black.
From God’s perspective.
Sky above North America on Earth.
A stream of air overflowed from the edge of the high-pressure dome and drilled into the pass of the San Gabriel Mountains in North America like a gray-white giant python.
The air temperature rises rapidly as it falls, with the temperature rising by 10℃ for every 1,000 meters of descent.
The collected data kept coming to their ears: "The temperature on the leeward slope is 48 degrees Celsius, the humidity is 3%, and the hot white air flow is rushing into the canyon of the Mojave Desert.
The cliffs on both sides act like a car turbocharger, squeezing the originally 5-kilometer-wide wind channel into a gust of less than 800 meters.
The wind speed suddenly soared.
[Wind speed exceeded 97 km/h, 99 km/h and 100 km/h]
The desert dust was rolled into a giant reddish-brown dragon, its scales made of swirling cactus debris.
After emerging from the canyon exit with its claws and fangs bared, it swung its tail violently and rushed towards the Pacific coast of Los Angeles.
Michaela Cohen looked at the large number of rich people's villas on the seaside.
It stretches along the coastline all the way to the middle of the mountain.
The sea view and mountain view here blend into one.
On the other side of the beach, a large number of the planet's rich people were playing beach volleyball and surfing the waves.
They hug beautiful women and play in the sea, or lie on the beach and tan their skin . For them, the most annoying thing is that they don't know how to spend all their wealth.
But on the other side of the city, piles of homeless people are still receiving food. "If in the pursuit of wealth, greed blinds the eyes, arrogance alienates relatives and friends, and selfish desires trample on the law," Michaela Cohen made a prayer gesture: "That is original sin."
“They Deserve the Lord’s Sanction”
She turned around and smiled: "Have all the insurance businesses of our Jewish consortium here been delisted?"
Demi Black was sitting on a rock, looking at the wealthy area on the other side of the beach.
She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a baseball cap and a small black vest.
The honey-colored skin was exposed.
Two big, round buttocks wrapped in white fishnet pants were piled on the rocks.
Compared with her narrow waist and petite stature.
This big peach-shaped butt accounts for almost half of the body.
"Don't worry, I started planning three years ago." Demi Blackrock stretched out her hand and gestured at the scene in front of her.
It seems as if it wants to firmly grasp this rich beach in its own hands.
She turned around and said, “Three years ago, I reported to the California government and withdrew from the insurance market here because of financial losses and high negative rates, and it was approved.”
"Only a few insurance companies in which we have a small stake are still renewing their policies here, but the premiums are very low and the companies are very small. Even if they go bankrupt due to losses this time, we won't lose much."
"Compared to what we earned this time, it's insignificant."
"Very good." Michaela Cohen nodded, closed her beautiful eyes, and raised her hands: [Holy flame, the flame of justice! ]
[You are the eternal light that appears among the thorns, illuminating the darkness of people's hearts with your everlasting brilliance! ]
【May this fire serve as a warning to the stubborn and burn away lies and injustice! 】
[Because your anger comes from deep love, your destruction is to rebuild life! ]
【Amen! 】
In the small Jewish world.
Another beam of high-energy particles shot out.
Fly over Los Angeles.
It dispersed into several beams of light and fell into the mountains and forests.
Suddenly.
Several fires started.
"What a wonderful sight!" Demi Black took off her baseball cap and adjusted her hair: "Praise the Almighty!"
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Fang Zuo stood at the entrance of the tunnel, looking at the bustling scene inside.
He could imagine that the black market was huge.
Because there is a black market for this kind of exchange in the country.
There are even a few huge ones.
For example, the Fengdu Ghost Market in Sichuan.
But with the scarcity of spiritual energy, it has gradually shrunk.
Not nearly as huge as this.
It runs vertically through 7 underground floors, with a total depth of about 100 meters.
Extending horizontally from the Port of Los Angeles to the San Gabriel Valley, the total length of the underground tunnel exceeds 50 kilometers, equivalent to 1/3 of the surface road network.
And the part that has been utilized now is already huge enough.
Natural caves are intertwined with artificial concrete domes, stalactites drip rusty red water droplets, and glowing moss is embedded in the cracks.
The top is also inlaid with colorful glass fragments from various churches.
It sparkles under the illumination of bright LED light strips.
There is a huge ventilation system all around.
A fan with blades as big as a basketball court was turning slowly, expelling the turbid air inside.
In space.
Buildings made of various containers and boulders are arranged in an orderly manner.
Either leaning against a rock or sitting next to the street.
Thousands of people were milling about among the buildings and vendors.
The characters in it are all strange and many of them have appeared in various movies and TV shows.
"Let me see which distinguished guest has arrived." A white man wearing a top hat and a black suit came over with a cane. "Isn't this Miss Chiba from last time?"
"Why, what do you need today? Is there anyone from our tribe who can help you?" The white man took off his hat and saluted, then put it back on.
His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot.
"I want to get an official North American ID that can be entered into the government system. Does your Dracula family have any way?" Chiba Iori frowned.
"Ahaha!! Miss Chiba, you are joking. There is no way our clan can infiltrate this kind of place." The white man shook his head: "If you have other needs, please come to us again."
As he spoke, he walked into the building next to the tunnel entrance, holding his staff.
The emblem of the building has two fangs.
Fang Zuo noticed that all the other buildings seemed to have their own flags and emblems.
Used to indicate the power to which one belongs.
That white man was obviously a so-called vampire.
Both Furukawa Miu and Zhou Yuanyan mentioned this when we were in Tokyo.
These vampires, elves, and other miscellaneous races are, to a large extent, the result of genetic mutations in human evolution.
Maybe.
It is also possible that they are the descendants left behind after experiments conducted by the powerful people in the other two continents when the four continents had not yet been broken up.
Not far from this building is a small church built with huge square stones.
"Do Judaism and Protestantism allow these 'heretics' to be so free?" Fang Zuo put his hands behind his back and looked down at the lively and noisy scene in the tunnel:
"Don't movies and TV dramas describe the two sides as irreconcilable? Now it seems like they are in harmony."
Chiba Iori smiled and said: "Religion has long been in decline. Now there are a bunch of people out there who eat and sleep, sleep and eat. If you ask them to believe in religion, they would rather play games."
"Maybe they are more interested in vampires or wizards."
"Besides, leaving these 'heretics' behind sometimes makes it easier for religion to do its job."
"Decades ago, Protestants often accused government officials of heresy, but as the government became more powerful, they no longer dared to do so."
"Come on, let's go down."
Chiba Iori took Fang Zuo's arm and walked down.
Along the way, all kinds of strange creatures came up to them from time to time and asked if they needed anything.
But when they heard that they needed to get an official identity from the American government, they all gave way.
Fang Zuo even saw a few people who, like Makihui, had a trace of Asura blood in them.
Think of the little worlds in the void.
Perhaps it was an experimental site opened up by those powerful people in ancient times.
But now they have all left and no longer care about these things.
Or maybe.
These guys were a failure in the first place. They were supposed to be able to rival the naturally gifted and spiritual people of Jambudvīpa.
In their current state, the ancient powerful beings simply look down upon them.
These strange forces left one after another after hearing the demands of Fang Zuo and the others.
Fang Zuo was a little surprised, based on the information he usually received and everything he had seen in North America in the past few days.
The efficiency of this local government is extremely lax. Logically, the loopholes in the government system here are bigger and easier to deal with.
But now it seems that I took it for granted.
"The U.S. government's supervision is so strict? So many forces are unable to do anything about it?" Fang Zuo asked in surprise.
"Of course, this is the government's own business. How can we allow other messy forces to infiltrate it?" Chiba Iori shrugged his shoulders: "In the past, immigrants used real money to invest in exchange for official status. Occasionally, some people with political asylum could stay."
"President Trump has recently signed an order that no more asylums will be granted. Those who want to stay must pay $5 million directly in exchange for an official identity."
"According to Elon Musk, this could generate trillions of dollars in revenue for the government."
"How could a moth get into such a big cake?"
"So why are we here?" Fang Zuo glanced at the woman beside him.
"Don't worry. The U.S. government won't let the termites get in, but that won't stop the termites that are already inside from being bought off by outsiders."
She pulled his big hand and walked inside.
After passing the encampments of these chaotic races, we entered the western area of the tunnel.
There are humans here.
However, the three souls and seven spirits are extremely unstable, and the power of faith in their bodies is also mottled.
They look very much like the cult members seen in Japan.
"These are all cults in North America." Chiba Iori's introduction confirmed Fang Zuo's idea.
"So many?" Fang Zuo looked at the emblem buildings. There were at least hundreds of them.
"This is still considered a small amount. The Washington government has dealt a lot of blows over the past few decades, but when the country was first founded, the constitution was amended under the interference of Protestantism." Chiba Iori grabbed Fang Zuo and came to a building made up of more than a dozen containers.
The containers are painted with various scientific instruments, space objects, and even a yin-yang icon.
"You two, is there anything we in Scientology can help you with?" A middle-aged white man came up and said with a smile, looking at Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori with some joy.
"We need formal official identity from the American government. Is that possible?" Chiba Iori said.
"Of course, everyone knows that only our Scientology can do this, and it is the most reliable. We have our followers in the government." The middle-aged white man smiled even more: "My two distinguished guests, please call me Tim, [honest man] Tim."
"Excuse me, who is going to apply for official identification? This gentleman?"
Fang Zuo nodded.
"Please follow me." [Honest Man] Tim led Fang Zuo and the other man into the inner room and asked them to sit at the desk.
Then he poured two cups of coffee for the two of them and sat on the other side of the table.
"You two, according to the rules, you must pay first. Of course, this is not directed at you two. Our rules have always been like this. I want to explain this to you two to avoid misunderstandings." Tim said with a smile: "Of course, you can definitely trust us."
"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.
"This sir is really straightforward. You can try our coffee, which is blended with mysterious oriental health plants and is good for your body." Tim turned around and took out a POS machine from behind.
Mysterious oriental health-promoting plants? Fang Zuo looked down at the steaming coffee cup.
There are really things that I am familiar with.
A sneer flashed across his lips.
Chiba Iori, who was standing next to him, quietly pinched the inside of Fang's left thigh with her hand, signaling him not to drink.
then.
After Chiba Iori inserted Fang Zuo's card.
Tim operated it and a receipt came out.
Handing it over, "Please sign this, both of you. The funds are going to be used to buy a few works of art at the Los Angeles Museum of Art."
Fang Zuo took it and was about to sign it without even looking at it.
"Wait." Chiba Iori reached out to stop Fang Zuo, picked up the receipt and looked at it, then said sarcastically, "Since when does an official American identity cost 30 million US dollars?"
"Even the US government has several times less than you. Are you treating us like fat sheep?"
"President Trump's new decree has not been implemented yet. Can you two wait that long?" Tim showed a meaningful smile, and then another receipt was printed out.
His voice began to sound seductive: "You two, are you tired after signing? You can have a good sleep after signing."
Chiba Iori suddenly felt his body soften, and he was a little powerless, and his vision was a little blurry: "How could it be? We didn't drink coffee."
"This coffee is not for drinking, but for smelling." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Combined with the potted plants next to it, the combination can cause hallucinations and restrict all abilities."
"Ah? This gentleman knows this very well. No wonder you seem to have no reaction at all." Tim smiled and clapped his hands: "But you may suffer a lot. Honest Tim can't bear to see his customers suffer this kind of pain, so you'd better sign it obediently."
Immediately, several sturdy white men came out from the inner room.
They surrounded Fang Zuo viciously.
"Help this gentleman sign." Tim looked at the two receipts with burning eyes: "There is no limit on 60 million US dollars. This is a big customer."
"Hurry up." Chiba Iori tried to stand up, but his body went limp and he fell back on the table.
Her expression was clear, but her body was out of control.
"Don't struggle. The effect of this medicine will wear off after a while." Fang Zuo said.
"Oh, this gentleman is really not afraid of this thing at all." Tim stretched his legs and kicked his stool back.
With a 'bang', the stool flew far away.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo sat still.
"Sir, please rest assured that we will help you get your identity." Tim said with a smile, "But you have to keep all the money."
"Just consider it as future maintenance fee. If you have any problems in North America, feel free to come to us. How about it? Harmony brings wealth."
Harmony brings wealth. "Who taught you this?" Fang Zuo said expressionlessly when he heard this Chinese proverb.
"What? What?" Tim was stunned, then he said with a grim smile, "Sir, please don't change the subject. We don't want to use force. Although I don't know why you have no reaction to this thing, you'd better be obedient."
Fang Zuo sighed.
The divine mind is revealed.
"Why don't you come down? You still don't recognize me? Do you want me to tear down your place?"
A huge sound echoed in the building.
In a flash.
A huge force knocked the guys surrounding Fang Zuo away, causing them to spit blood.
Then another black gas appeared and wrapped Tim like a dumpling, and fell in front of Fang Zuo.
A middle-aged Asian man in casual clothes suddenly appeared.
Looking at Fang Zuo's excited mouth trembling.
My whole body was shaking.
Then he took a deep breath.
With a plop.
Kneel down in front of Fang Zuo.
He kowtowed violently and continuously.
"Master Fang, I thought I would never see you again in this life"
This sudden change shocked everyone in the venue.
Chiba Iori looked at the two groups in confusion.
Tim was surrounded by black air and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
The leader, whom he regarded as the true God, actually knelt so humbly in front of this young man.
Who is he? God? Or the savior?
Fang Zuo sighed and looked at this middle-aged man who was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
There is an indescribable emotion.
Old friends are dying.
Zhou Yuanyan, who was extremely talented, took another path.
Although I disdain it, I also admire his determination.
But I don’t know if it will succeed.
Although the golden statue of Arhat of the Mikami family went astray, it still survives to this day.
He still had Buddhist principles in his heart and was unwilling to give up, so he wanted to find the Buddha to find out the truth.
Zhang Benhe only taught some introductory methods of Qi training, but he entered the Tao through martial arts, and although his future was cut off, at least he was able to live a wonderful second half of his life.
But this... "You are an evil cultivator. I let you go in the first place because I hoped that you could find a way out of the side door in today's lack of spiritual energy, so that the side door would not be cut off."
"Look at what you have become now? Instead of refining your natal flag, you are doing such unpromising things." Fang Zuo kicked him and turned him over: "Can you still be considered an evil cultivator?"
The middle-aged man in front of him was ashamed and said nothing. He got up again and kowtowed continuously.
"Get up." Fang Zuo sighed, "Tell me everything."
The middle-aged man still didn't dare to stand up, and kept his head down and remained silent.
"What? You want me to treat you?" Fang Zuo said impatiently.
"Yes" the middle-aged man quickly stood up.
"Tell me, how did you end up doing this all these years?" Fang Zuo looked him up and down. "Your realm is based on your natal flag, but the natal flag in your body has hardly made any progress."
"That means you have hardly made any progress in these years."
"Yes, Immortal." The middle-aged man lowered his head and shook his head in shame and said, "When Immortal released me, I followed his instructions, left the country, traveled across the ocean to look for new opportunities, and came to North America as soon as possible."
"When I first arrived here, I checked out the situation and was ecstatic."
“Although there are too few people here, fortunately the local government is lax and doesn’t take care of things, and there are also many powerful souls.”
"I also encountered a few so-called evil cultivators from North America. Although they were wearing human skin, the souls in their bodies were extremely strange. They did not have three souls, but their seven spirits were extremely powerful."
“I also humbly asked about their methods.”
"But I heard that in order to take someone's soul, you have to sign a contract first, and then you have to do something for the person who made the contract, and only after that can you take the soul away."
"I was thinking, this guy can be considered an evil cultivator. Not only is he inefficient, but he also helps others fulfill their wishes. Isn't he a good man?"
“At that time, I felt that there was a bright future ahead of me and that opportunities were everywhere.”
“But I didn’t expect that.” The middle-aged man paused and wanted to continue.
Fang Zuo suddenly stood up.
"Real person?" When the middle-aged man saw Fang Zuo's expression, he knew something was wrong.
(End of this chapter)
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