Chapter 1491 - 486: The Birth of Jesus in Zhumadian

Chapter 1491: Chapter 486: The Birth of Jesus in Zhumadian

The convoy of the 3K Party raced down the highway, with more than ten small trucks’ engines roaring loudly, as if cheering for the reverberating sacrifice.

Even though so many years have passed, the rednecks’ living conditions haven’t improved much. Still, they adore the roar of large engines just as they always have, willing to spend their already limited money on maintaining their beloved cars, thus making the convoy particularly imposing on the road.

Meanwhile, the priest sitting in the convoy took off his hood and robe, revealing a bronze face, rough and silent, like a reef polished by waves for millennia, with a still unhealed scar crossing his right brow ridge through the eye socket, living image of an American tough guy stereotype.

It’s hard to associate him with a cult priest.

"The ceremony is going as planned, but everyone’s circumstances aren’t very good."

He was making a contact with the superior bishop. Although the 3K Party didn’t structure themselves like those cults and was very loosely organized, mixing with those people long enough inevitably leads one to follow their ways, or they’d never develop to this stage today.

"Samson is unemployed; he needs a job to support his family and has received a speech from that Efficiency Department, bringing several people to inquire about it."

The world might be vast, but eating is the greatest matter. If you mix with them and can’t even afford a meal, and they won’t let you work, no cult would be effective.

Lin Miao’s proposed national work bill, once passed, would cause devastating damage to these non-productive cult and gang organizations.

After all, if everyone is working, who has time to fuss about trivial matters with you?

Moreover, Lin Miao’s tremendous prestige from piercing through Europeans in Cuba has massively boosted his reputation among the people, even stirring feelings among these 3K Party rednecks.

"Don’t worry about the Efficiency Department matter; we’ll handle it."

The bishop’s voice on the phone is indistinguishable in gender yet fluent and leisurely.

"Tell the followers that the Asian is a demon sent from Asia, intending to destroy the rising New America. Everything they say is the lies of the devil; in Europe, they used sorcery to summon demons to repel God’s chosen ones."

"As for work, distribute some relief protein blocks to their families; as long as they don’t starve, it’s fine. If they really want grace, let them sacrifice something."

It sounds foolish, but to the cult followers, they genuinely buy into this kind of talk, even when facts are laid out; they still don’t work, much like humans self-hypnotizing, refusing to admit mistakes even when knowing they’re wrong and holding out to the end, cultists also brainwash themselves.

After all, facing the mistakes one has made is incredibly painful.

"Got it."

The priest contacted the bishop while the followers were drinking and speeding, unaware that two optical mimetic forms were tightly tailing the convoy.

The transformation with Brother Ni’s crew has reached the point of little difference from Superman. Two prosthetic limbs swing wildly, as fast as the chase scene between Ah Xing and the landlady in "Kung Fu," even if the convoy accelerates to full speed, they can’t shake them off.

[New Dynasty Elegance: Hey hey, are you guys there?]

[Brother Ni: Say what you need, busy here]

[New Dynasty Elegance: You’re going after that priest, right? I’d like to ask you for a favor]

[Ruzuo: What favor?]

[New Dynasty Elegance: Just this and that.....]

New Dynasty Elegance shared his needs with the two, but both found them hard to understand or even accept

[Ruzuo: You want us to pretend to be Christians and act all mystical? Impossible, that’s not Confucian.]

[Brother Ni: Exactly, I’d rather kill them, why go through so much trouble, you aren’t plotting something shady, are you? I heard from the Truth Department you’re dabbling with Super Earth Christianity]

[Ruzuo: !!!? Brother Ni, what did you say? New Dynasty Elegance, you traitor, didn’t expect you, with your thick brow and big eyes, to defect as well!]

Of course, New Dynasty Elegance understood the two’s resistance, but to him, it was necessary.

[New Dynasty Elegance: What do you plan then? Christianity has billions of adherents worldwide, almost everyone in North America is a Protestant follower; you planning to kill them all?]

This act is about seizing the power to interpret scriptures, essentially like historical wars against heresy, but the focus lies in what education we should implement after securing scripture interpretation power. Only by obtaining this power can we represent God, stripping religion’s sanctity, entirely rooting out religion from the soil among the grassroots.

"....."

[Ruzuo: Just this once, I’m not doing it next time]

Ruzuo wasn’t convinced by New Dynasty Elegance; to him, those daring to cut into religion would be hacked down by him, killing them all isn’t a problem, once the heads roll, naturally, no one dares to believe in Jesus anymore. More means like raising pigs in the White Cat Temple should be employed.

Still, considering their relationship, the two reluctantly agreed.

At this moment, the victim remained unaware, and soon his car separated from other rednecks. As a priest, he couldn’t possibly live in the lower-class community as they do but resided in another upscale community. The two were only about ten kilometers apart, yet driving took two hours along the highway, taking a long loop.

This was precisely to sever two different classes. Middle-upper-class people wouldn’t see the misery of the lower class, naturally wouldn’t feel compassion, and when the lower class engages in zero-dollar purchases, they wouldn’t know where to find upper-class targets for revenge, merely venting their hatred on surrounding fellow lower-class victims.