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Liu Yuanshe struggled frantically and slapped his arms randomly.

When the secretary of the Governor's Office received Wei Yanwu's instructions to take Wang Dalong away, Liu Yuanshe's limbs were twisted into a knot and he lay on the ground like an earthworm run over by a wheel.

Upon hearing the news, Chen Huijie hurried over and watched Liu Yuanshe being carried away.

"Who told you to lock them up together?"

"It was Chen Xiu who suggested it."

Xingxiong gave a very honest answer.

Chen Huijie suddenly froze and swallowed back all the scolding words.

To be honest, it is really satisfying to see Liu Yuanshe end up like this.

After obtaining solid evidence, he beat him up in the interrogation room where the surveillance camera was broken, but in the end he did not use any more force because he was concerned about his identity.

"Let someone write a report and don't let this happen again!"

Chen Huijie didn't dwell on it any more, as she was already busy enough with closing the case.

At daybreak, the area near the exit of Longmen City was already filled with cars.

One of the heavy-duty long-distance transport trucks stood out from the crowd, like a giant.

The heavy wedge-shaped front of the car rises nearly three meters high, and the matte black armor plates cover the huge body of the car that is seven or eight meters long.

The raised cooling fins on the hood look like the exposed fangs of a giant beast, and eight sets of all-terrain tires with an astonishing diameter are enough to help it cope with any obstacles on the wasteland plains.

"Cool! Really cool! This is so fucking cool!!"

The emperor stood beside the heavy transport vehicle and shouted, feeling that only such a vehicle was worthy of him.

"Quick! Take me inside! I can't wait to ride it and ride around in the wilderness!"

Texas pressed the car key, the thick car door slowly opened, and the emperor immediately rushed in.

Chen Xiu followed behind and soon felt the unique and ingenious design of Thor Industries again.

Except for the cargo hold in the back half, the front area can be said to be a large RV.

Excluding the spacious and bright cab, this car can sleep at least four more people.

Not only does it have a kitchen and private bathroom, but it also has all kinds of home appliances.

Texas also purchased a large amount of supplies and placed them in warehouses.

The warehouse and the living area are connected by a door, so it is very convenient to use.

At six o'clock in the morning, the entrance and exit of Longmen opened on time, and Texas sat in the driver's seat and pressed the ignition button.

The sudden roar from the exhaust pipe startled the birds on the roadside, and the high-frequency whistling of the rotating turbocharger seemed to announce that this steel giant was gradually waking up.

The emperor stood in the passenger seat, pointed forward and gave the order to move forward.

Chen Xiu stood in the aisle between the two seats, looking through the sturdy bulletproof glass at the wilderness gradually appearing in the distance.

This was the first time he left Longmen and set foot on the real Terra continent since coming to this world.

What does the land look like outside the mobile city?

Who will you encounter and what will you encounter on this journey to Leithania?

[Ding, daily information has been updated]

[At the request of Evangelista XI, the Emperor will travel to Leithania to reunite with a Fallen Angel and bring her safely to the Dragon Gate for protection.]

In the wilderness of Da Yan, bandits often come and go like the wind. They are cunning and sometimes disguise themselves as travelers in need of help, or as people living in settlements outside the mobile city.

[Wilderness thunderstorms are a common natural meteorological disaster. The following are today's thunderstorm areas. Please be careful to avoid them.]

[Today's erotic news: After a fallen angel grows a tail, the base of the tail becomes extremely sensitive...]

Chen Xiu recalled the information refreshed last night and put it aside for the time being.

Except for the third piece of information, the rest are of little use for the time being.

So, the journey on the first day should be safe.

Just treat it as a vacation. It's a rare opportunity to empty your mind and not think about anything.

The noisy emperor once again began to improvise rap, venting his seemingly endless energy and creativity.

"Outside Longmen Pass, yellow sand billows. The Emperor's convoy rolls across the old frontier. The trunk is filled with banknotes. I begin a new legend. The rhyming clashing of guns creates sparks of fire. Penguin Logistics will reign supreme tonight!"

Volume Two

Chapter 81 The Secret of the Fallen Angel (3K)

When the morning light shines over the golden dome of the holy city of Lateran, the whole city seems to be soaked in honey.

The buildings built of white marble reflected a pearl-like luster in the sunlight. Even the morning dew dripping from the eaves looked like melted crystal, but was shaken and scattered by the sudden explosion.

On the street, the statue of Sakota holding a gun is not a solemn guardian. Craftsmen always come up with some creative ideas and add them to it casually.

Recently, a statue known as the "Lazy Angel" has become a new hot check-in spot.

I don't know which craftsman added a crooked wide-brimmed hat to the statue's head, making the musketeer statue, which originally looked like it was standing guard at the church door, look like it was taking a nap with its hat covering its face.

As a result, many vendors from Liberi rushed over pushing mobile freezers.

The rustling sound of a wooden spoon scraping across the ice bucket was endless, and the colorful ice cream balls were stacked into a tall tower.

The sweetness floating in the air is more alluring than hymns, and together with the laughter and joy mixed in with the explosions, it forms an eternal hymn.

The ancient and dilapidated Stone Tower of Revelation stands quietly in the city, overlooking the city below as it did thousands of years ago.

Witness how Lateran developed from a small and fragile settlement into the holy and majestic city it is today.

In contrast to the bustling and lively atmosphere outside, the Pope's Hall today was filled with a heavy, depressing and terrifying atmosphere.

The cardinals sat in silence in the Judgment Hall, staring at Evangelista XI on the podium in front of them.

The Pope, who is usually kind and amiable, also had a solemn expression at this moment, and his serious gaze swept across the audience through his round-frame glasses.

After seeing that all seats were occupied, he paused, stroking his long white beard, and picked up the gavel on the table and slammed it down.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, today we are not here to judge a fallen angel, but to examine the boundaries between Lateran law and faith."

"This matter concerns the balance between the authority and mercy of the Holy See. I hope you will use the law as your yardstick and your conscience as your scale."

"The final round of voting on how to deal with the fallen angel Mostima begins now!"

The gavel fell again, as if knocking on the hearts of all the bishops.

"Will it be a secret execution or permanent exile?"

Soon, parchment with Vatican wax was distributed on the spot.

The cardinals wrote down their decisions neatly and stepped forward one by one to drop the envelopes into the box.

Two fully armed musketeers stood guard beside the ballot box, their sharp gazes sweeping across everyone like knives to ensure the fairness of the vote.

Afterwards, the votes will be counted by a notary nun who is chosen by a temporary draw.

I don't know if it was discussed in advance or everyone had a tacit understanding, but in the end, those who supported exile won by one vote.

The cardinals present had different expressions on their faces regarding this result, but they did not express any further opinions.

Pope Evangelista XI struck the gavel again, recognizing the result on behalf of the Pope.

"According to this proposal, the fallen angel Mastema will be permanently exiled. Executed immediately!"

In the shadows of the cathedral, Mastema, wearing a hood, leaned against the wall.

The azure hair hanging in front of her chest was rippling in the breeze. The eyes of the fallen angel girl reflected the hustle and bustle of the market not far away, but she could not understand what those people were so happy about.

She was originally indifferent, and in the past she could easily understand the thoughts of other Sakotas by relying on empathy, but after becoming an alien, she lost this ability and became increasingly out of tune with others.

Mostima didn't care much about this, just like she didn't care much about how the Holy See would deal with her in the end. She was indifferent to everything like a bystander.

Even though the final result was death, she did not regret her decision to draw her gun and shoot.

The arrow-shaped tail tip playfully emerged from under the cloak, and the slender tail just swung twice before being grabbed by the owner.

Mastema looked at the tail twisting and turning like water grass, sighed helplessly, and his expression fluctuated a little.

Well, it’s not true that she has no worries at all. After all, she is still a living person.

After living for twenty or thirty years, if a tail and horns suddenly grow on your body, it would be strange if you can get used to it.

In the past, I only needed to wear an eye mask when I slept, but now I can’t even turn over. If I move, I will be woken up by the new horns growing on my head. I can’t lie flat for too long either, as it will press my tail and make me very uncomfortable.

Therefore, Mostima is now forced to change to sleeping position with her stomach hugged by a pillow.

In addition, she is not very proficient in controlling her tail, and it seems that this thing often has its own ideas.

For this reason, she had to wrap her tail around her slender waist when she went out, but it always ran out when she was not paying attention, as if it wanted to see the earth.

Her fingers unconsciously scratched the tip of the tail, and the fallen angel girl's body trembled.

Maybe because the newly grown flesh is still relatively tender, this broken thing is extremely sensitive.

Fortunately, she is the only one who knows about this matter now, otherwise she really doesn’t know how her friends would play tricks on her.

Well, given Fiammetta's serious personality, she probably wouldn't do anything particularly excessive.

On the contrary, it is the sinister guy Lei Miaoan who must be kept under close watch!

However, that will have to wait until she wakes up from her coma...

There was a sound of a door opening behind me, which should mean that the treatment I took on him had produced some results.

Mastema quickly tucked the tail in her hand back into her cloak and wrapped it around her waist, then adjusted the large hood on her head.

After turning around and seeing who it was, even someone as indifferent as her couldn't help but look surprised. Why is His Holiness here?!

Evangelista XI held a scepter in his hand, stroked his long, braided white beard, and walked slowly to Mostima with a kind smile on his amiable face, like an old man out for an afternoon stroll.

Mastema bowed her head, her hands in prayer. "Latlan, I greet His Holiness the Pope."

Evangelista XI nodded and said, "Walk with me."

After saying this, he also put on a wide hood and walked towards the market outside the cathedral.

Mostima hurriedly followed, not knowing what the Pope was up to, but being used to it.

Unlike previous popes who were solemn and majestic, the current pope has never concealed his unconventional nature since taking office.

Some of his ideas and actions were considered heretical by conservatives, but Evangelista XI continued to do as he pleased.

In his words: The law will make the judgment. If what I say and do goes against the Lord's teachings, then punishment will surely come upon me, and I have no complaints about it.

With just one sentence, the conservatives were silenced.

Mostima also knew that if it weren't for the Pope's efforts, he would not be alive today.

Lateran will not kill citizens infected with oripathy, but it has always been ruthless in its fight against fallen angels.

If he could walk out of the holy city alive and leave the borders of Lateran, it would be like creating a new history.

What he was waiting for was not the execution guards, but the Pope... It seems that he was indeed exiled.

It is still unclear what the Pope's purpose is in coming here, but he is not an idle person.

Walking through the bustling market, Evangelista XI stopped in front of an ice cream stand.

Soon, the Liberi stall owner handed over two colorful ice creams.

Mostima took out coupons from his pocket, but the old Pope raised his hand to stop him and handed one of the ice creams to the fallen angel girl.

"Take it, it's my treat today."

Mostima thanked him immediately and took it without hesitation.

Evangelista XI nodded with satisfaction and casually grumbled, "Your attitude is really soothing. The last time I treated us to a meal, the little guy who came with us was so frightened that I ended up eating two of them myself."

"Then he must have only been with you a short time, and does not yet know your character and the virtues you possess."