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"With the magnanimity of Presidents Roosevelt and Lincoln, even if they hear you bragging, they won't get angry, right?" Harley asked doubtfully.

"Harry, why am I bragging?" The leader of the horse gang glared: "That's right, you have been fighting on the front line during the crises in the past few years and have made outstanding achievements. I am far inferior to you.

But am I not the president or the leader of the United States?

My comparison object should be the President of the United States with the same status!

Lincoln did not hold a gun to fight the Southern farmers, Roosevelt was still a cripple, and it was even more impossible to land in Normandy. At least I drove a fighter jet to appease the people. "

"Okay, you're not bragging. But theoretically Roosevelt and Lincoln should be in the Hall of Sages on the first level of hell and won't turn into evil spirits." Harley said.

"I'm also puzzled. They have made outstanding contributions to the United States, so why don't they go to heaven?

In addition to these two, there are others, almost from Washington to me, there is no shortage of everyone, everyone who is supposed to come has come.

The president of the United States was already in a high-risk profession when he was alive. Why is his treatment still so poor after his death? Almost everyone went to hell. "The horse gang leader said worriedly.

Harley said disapprovingly: "As long as we remove the idea of ​​'God's love for the United States', it shouldn't be difficult to understand.

I don’t need to say who this land originally belonged to.

So many people died, George Washington and those people had to take some responsibility.

In the early stage, the North American natives were finished, and in the middle stage, Mexico and other American countries were started.

Isn’t there a saying that says, ‘Too far from heaven, too close to the United States’?

In the past half century or so, in order to maintain global hegemony, the United States has committed so many evil things. It is considered a happy ending if it can go to the first level of hell. "

"Isn't the United States the chosen country? God Bless America, we are devout Christians!" the caravan leader shouted.

"I assure you, these words are more false than 'I would rather be the King of Ghosts than the Servant of God'." Harley smiled.

"What?" The horse gang leader was a little confused.

Harry sighed: "There is a classic scene in Milton's Paradise Lost - when Lucifer betrayed God, he proudly declared that he would rather be king in hell than return to heaven to be a servant."

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this?"

Harley pointed at the heroes who were discussing the global exorcism mission, "What are we busy with now?

Lucifer gave up hell and his position as Satan. Do you still think this is okay?

Hehe, mortals are arrogant and like to use their own thinking to speculate on God and Satan.

Satan never said he would rather be the king of ghosts.

Apart from the extremes of hell and heaven, He is more willing to come to earth to live freely.

God never said that He would bless America, let alone admit that the series of bad things America did from the founding of the country to the present were approved by Him. "

The caravan leader murmured: "This is unfair. I have worked hard to maintain the hegemony of the United States and seek benefits for the American people, but I have to bear the original sin of the country and go to hell."

"The first level of hell is not considered hell. The environment is good and there is no torture." Harley comforted him.

"Harry, I will be resigning at the end of next year, but there are still decades of good life ahead. If I worship God devoutly in the coming days, will I be able to clear away my sins and ascend to the Mountain of Heaven?" The horse gang leader looked at her eagerly and asked .

"It's definitely no problem."

Of course you have to say nice things in person.

The horse gang leader breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed. He touched his neck and said, "Did you just say there was resentment on it? It is indeed much more painful than an ordinary scratch. It is raw and painful. It still hurts after taking anti-inflammatory drugs."

Harley suggested: "Clean it with holy water several times after you go back."

The caravan leader frowned and said, "I've been washed. The priest of St. Mary's Cathedral in the Metropolitan City personally exorcised the devil for me, and then sprinkled holy water, saying that the power of God has driven away all evil."

"It's not the size of the church, but the piety of the priest who presides over it. Obviously, the name of St. Mary's Church is famous enough, but the quality of the pastor is not."

Harley stretched out her finger and tapped his neck from the air.

"Buzz~~" A plum-sized ball of holy light flew over.

Like a ball of flour falling down, a circle of dense holy light spread out.

The horse gang leader groaned comfortably and exclaimed: "It's amazing, the pain stopped immediately. Harley, please come with me to the White House later. There is a lot of gloom there, but there are no demons but a lot of evil spirits." .

Evil spirits can only be driven away, but cannot be killed. If you drive them away, they will come back silently. "

After the party at the Hall of Justice, Harley actually followed the gang leader to the White House.

"Shit, why are there so many evil spirits?!"

Arriving at the wide lawn in front of the White House, Halle couldn't help but shudder.

Under the bright summer moonlight, the White House seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, giving it a wet, sticky discomfort.

But in fact, the air in the metropolis today is so hot that the air conditioner was still on in the presidential car returning to the White House.

The sticky feeling comes from spiritual power.

In other words, soul and psychological discomfort.

"Are there many? I didn't see it." The horse gang leader swallowed and stood there without daring to move.

Harley's pupils flashed with golden light, and the God of War's radiance formed a faint halo between her eyebrows, and all the gloomy things were invisible in front of her.

"You haven't asked experts to deal with it? Thousands of undead have piled up the White House into a mountain of the undead, with almost no space left." Her tone was solemn and somewhat doubtful.

"Nina, Nina, where are you?" The horse gang leader looked around and shouted loudly.

A small agent wearing a one-piece combat uniform walked quickly from behind and said, "Mr. President, I'm here!"

After walking in, I discovered that she was a female fish-man with fins between her fingers, a smooth face with no hair, and a circle of fins around her ears.

However, Harley didn't look strange.

The Shadow Bureau is all this kind of thing.

The werewolf, the mummy, and Frankenstein are all monsters rejected by God.

"Congressman Quinn said that the White House is full of undead. Is that true? How did you clean it up?" the caravan leader said angrily.

"Are there so many undead?" The fish-man Nina glanced at Harley, took out a tablet, and started clicking "Didi Di" at the White House.

"Well, the concentration of negative elemental power does exceed the standard, but it is 25% weaker than yesterday. Now that hell has been emptied and a large number of negative energy creatures have entered the material universe, it is a normal phenomenon."

Harry leaned his head over and took a look. It was actually a set of instruments for detecting the concentration of magic power in hell.

"You just rely on scientific equipment to catch ghosts?"

The fishman agent shook his head and said: "Demons can be killed, but the evil spirits of hell belong to God and cannot be eliminated, they can only be expelled."

In fact, except for a very small number of powerful people, exorcism in this world only drives away but does not kill.

Because demons are also difficult to kill.

After death in the material world, they will be reborn in hell. Most of the demons that cause harm to the human world are just projections.

When Harley killed the Horned Dog Devil for the first time ten years ago and got the devil's horns, Richie and Zhacon were very surprised.

"Can you see the spirits of the dead?" Harley asked again.

“Those with heavy grievances or ordinary undead can also be seen by mortal eyes, while those with light grievances are like using infrared rays to see people hidden in the grass at night, they are very blurry.

There are some special undead souls that have no resentment, and I can't sense them at all.

But if there is no resentment, they usually won't hurt living people, so don't worry about them. "The fishman agent said in a very calm tone.

The horse gang leader was excited, "That's not what you told me before. You said that the White House has been cleaned up and there is no more evil spirit."

"If I can't sense it, doesn't that mean it doesn't exist?" the fishman agent said confidently.

"You -" the horse gang leader pointed at her, his face turning red with anger.

Harley patted his arm and advised: "This is not a problem with Agent Nina's ability. Some evil spirits are not considered evil spirits, but are just like memories. Even the most powerful spiritual wizard cannot see them."

"Omaika, you can't even see the gods. Isn't it terrible?" the horse gang leader said in horror.

"Did you know that mages will enter a state of terminal transformation?" Harley asked.

"Oh, the magic change!" The caravan leader suddenly realized, "I heard that when he transforms into the magic change at the end of his life, the mage can see things that only he can see."

Since Louise's special program "The Growth of Harley" was broadcast, people all over the world know that martial arts and magic exist in the world, and that the golden nuclear bomb can become a transcendent through practice.

The top government officials have a deeper understanding of martial arts and magic.

It’s not surprising for the caravan leader to know that he undergoes a transformation at the end of his life.

"Strange, why are there so many undead in the White House? Could it be that there is a passage to hell nearby?"

Harley walked forward slowly, her body emitting a faint holy light from heaven. Wherever she went, the undead stepped aside in fear.

"Yeebee, yebee!"

After walking around the White House and finding nothing unusual, Halle could only call for foreign aid.

"Whoosh -" Yebby put down "Marxism" and quickly jumped out of the caravan leader's Cadillac DeVillier.

"It's indeed a bit weird. There is no space crack connecting to hell here, and there is no - Oh my God!" Yebi's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Master Harley, there is a 'Hell Kingdom' below the White House.

It shouldn’t be. It wasn’t there last time. Who can create a kingdom of God so quickly? Could it be related to the clearing of hell? "

"What are you talking about?" Harley patted the dog's head, "Speak clearly."

Yebi said uncertainly: "To attract so many evil spirits from hell, generally speaking, there are two situations. Either a dimensional crack connecting to hell appears here; or man-made, for example, summoning, for example, this place is transformed into a dimensional crack connecting hell. 'Field' - like what Mammon, the once king of wealth, did on Wall Street.

But neither is the case here.

For some unknown reason, the White House seems to be connected to a ‘Kingdom of Faith’, a kingdom of God that imitates hell. "

Harley frowned and said, "The White House is not connected to hell, but to a fake hell?"

"That's right to understand."

"Is there a fake hell?" the horse gang leader was surprised, "Why is it in the White House?"

"I don't know either. I'm young and have little experience. This is my first time encountering something like this." Yebi shook his head.

"How do I get in? I can't even sense its location." Harley said.

"I don't know either. I am a child of hell, but it is a fake hell."

The caravan leader's expression changed and he said: "I met Kennedy the day before yesterday. He invited me to see 'his country of America' and said it was like hell. It was so outrageous. Could it be the 'Kingdom of Hell'?"

"Come and ask." Harley walked around and saw thousands of dead politicians in suits and ties, as well as dead ghosts who had been shot, but she didn't find Kennedy. Or maybe she glanced at him and didn't recognize him?

"John F. Kennedy!" she shouted.

"What's wrong with her? Who is she calling?"

The caravan leader's wife heard the noise and walked out of the bedroom, asking in fear.

"Call the Kennedy we met last time, the one who was shot in the back of the head." The caravan leader whispered.

"Ah, it, it hasn't left yet? Didn't the agent say to clean them up? No, I have to move, this damn place - ah!" Mrs. Ma pointed forward and screamed in a high voice.

"Are you looking for me?" A middle-aged white man holding the back of his head slowly walked over.