The twelve spells at the beginning, I beat the people of the motherland violently

The luxury car stopped, and a tall, thin old white man wearing a neat suit stepped out of the driver's seat.

Two charming young men dressed in colorful clothes walked out of the back seat of the car, smoking cigarettes, and one of them hugged one of the man's arms.

The three of them were making out all the way.

He walked slowly to the door and opened it.

Under the passionate kiss, someone turned on the light.

Hormones were secreted at a rapid rate, and the three of them were about to continue having in-depth exchanges when suddenly a voice sounded out, like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the enthusiasm of the three of them.

"The famous Senator Bernie Sanders has always used his Puritan-style self-discipline as a propaganda point to attract votes..."

Sanders turned around and realized that there were two uninvited guests in his home.

"It's better to be famous than to meet... Hehe, if such an exciting scene spreads, can your model man filter be maintained?"

Butcher, who was sitting on the sofa and watching the three people's performance with great interest, shook the cell phone in his hand that was recording.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?"

Sanders slowly took his hand out from under a man, and then took out the other man's hand from under his body. His eyes glanced at Butcher and the lowered head next to Butcher, his whole face sunk in Colin in the shadow did not show any panic in his eyes.

Since the other party can enter his house silently, it means that the other party has some tricks.

But since it is a threat, it means that the other party only wants benefits.

Whether it is political interests or financial interests, if he wants something, he can find a way to control the development of things and prevent them from getting to the worst point.

He is no stranger to this kind of thing, and it can be said that he is very comfortable handling it now.

Butcher put away his phone: "Don't worry about how we got in. None of that matters. What's important is that I got something valuable, and I want to exchange it for something with you."

"It's a very simple request. I think the congressman will not refuse me for the sake of his own political life."

"A very reasonable request." Sanders walked to the water dispenser without anyone else, took a glass of water, and gestured to Butcher, "Then what do you want? Money or power?"

"I can't give you anything for the latter, but the former..."

He pointed to where his safe was: "I'll tell you the password. You can get it yourself. Most of my savings are there."

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about our purpose." Butcher's voice was low. "We don't want money or power. We just want you to answer a question."

Sanders frowned: "What do you want to know?"

Butcher smiled crookedly: "I heard that you are a believer in the Four Gods Religion..."

"Rumors!" Sanders interrupted Butcher forcefully, "I don't know what the Four Gods are, and I am not a believer in the Four Gods. I have been, am, and will always be God's believer!"

"Your statement is exactly the opposite of the facts we know, or is your God...it?" Butcher stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a special one-eye the size of his index finger fell to the ground.

The side is made of unknown materials, and the eyeball in the middle seems to be inlaid with giant sapphires, emitting a dazzling light under the light.

This eye is exactly the same as the one Nelson drew, every detail matches.

Looking at the one-eye on the ground, Sanders' eyes flickered, and finally he looked away as if nothing had happened: "I don't know what this is, and I don't know what the Four Gods are. If you only want to know these things, then it's a pity that you are going to All the work was in vain.”

Butcher kicked the one-eye on the ground towards Sanders: "You are so forgetful, even the things hidden in your safe..."

Colin suddenly pushed Butcher onto the sofa.

It was only later that Butcher heard the gunshot.

There were two more gunshots in succession, and two bloody holes exploded in Colin's body in front of Butcher.

One of the charming men got the gun at some point and was licking his lips and shooting Colin excitedly.

The third shot hit Colin between the eyebrows.

Both the gun-holding technique and the accuracy showed that this man was not a vase, but a gunman who had undergone relevant training.

Colin, who was shot three times in a row, did not fall down, but his body swayed and there was no other reaction. His eyes looking at the charming man became even colder.

The seductive man holding the gun panicked and took a step back subconsciously.

The floor shook and Colin disappeared.

Stimulated by the huge sense of crisis, the charming man retreated and fired continuously.

Bullets flew, glass shattered, and the room became chaos.

Butcher rolled under the sofa.

After a "bang" sound, like the sound of a watermelon exploding, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

The seductive man holding a gun turned into a headless corpse and slowly fell backwards.

Another charming man screamed and ran to the door, about to open it.

A palm lightly pressed on the man's head from behind, easily pushing the man's head into the door.

Blood spurted out, and the man struggled for a moment before dying.

"You...you are a super human?!" After witnessing the tragic death of the two people, the glass in Sanders' hand fell and shattered on the ground, but he could barely maintain his composure, "Are you from Walter Company?!"

"I want to speak to your president! I have no conflict with Watt Company. I have always supported your company's policies..."

"Without me, your company wouldn't be where it is today!"

"Have you always supported Vought?" Colin walked towards Sanders step by step.

Under the tremendous pressure, Sanders retreated to the wall, his heart beating faster and faster uncontrollably: "Yes, I have always supported your company!"

"Really?" Colin stretched out his hand, grabbed Sanders' neck under the watchful eyes of the worried Sanders, and then slowly tightened it.

"You...you..." Sanders grabbed Colin's arm with both hands and struggled feebly as the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, "You are not...from Walter Company..."

Colin raised his head and looked at Sanders with cold eyes: "Tell me, what is your relationship with the Four Gods?"

Seeing Colin's appearance clearly, Sanders' face froze: "It's... it's you... you... escaped from Walter Company..."

"You know me? Very good..." Colin's right hand tightened again, pinching Sanders until he rolled his eyes. He grabbed one of Sanders's hands with his left hand and easily broke it as if breaking a twig. Fold backwards.

The severe pain of the fracture made Sanders' vision go dark. He wanted to scream but his throat was grabbed. He couldn't even scream and almost fainted.

"Tell me, what kind of organization is the Four Gods?" Colin let go of his right hand, "Why do you have my files in your safe?"

Sanders, who had sweat on his forehead, gasped violently for a moment, then forced a smile: "I understand, you want to... want to investigate the shooting case half a year ago..."

"As expected, you know about this. It seems that my investigation is in the right direction!" Colin showed a cruel and excited smile. He tightened his right hand again and kicked Sanders in the calf. His right leg was broken.

Sanders rolled his eyes violently and made an unpleasant "ho ho" sound from his throat. His whole body stiffened and trembled. After Colin let go of his hand, it took a while before he recovered.

His head hung down weakly, and while he was panting violently, he made a small voice intermittently: "You... you... will die... faster..."

Colin's smile began to widen and his right hand tightened again.

Suddenly, two laser beams broke through the wall, catching Colin off guard and blasting Sanders' upper body into a ball of blood mist.

At the same time, what also turned into blood mist was Colin's right hand grabbed by Sanders and half of Colin's face...