Orc Tyrant

Mountbatten is no stranger to these religious law enforcers, and can even be said to be quite familiar. It is said that a distant relative of his family is currently serving in the Kaimon Tribunal.

But this does not mean that he likes them, and their style of behavior, although it is necessary, but too extreme.

Once anything goes to extremes, it means that something will go wrong.

"Yes it is."

Mountbatten nodded imperceptibly.

"Are you alive from Kuiyuanling?"

"Yes it is."

The man tightened his lips.

"I don't know if you are good enough or your **** luck is good enough."

"Both, maybe."

Senna stood up and put away the dagger. He dusted the dirt from his trench coat.

"I want to ask him some questions."

He turned to tell Bronze.

"If he answered correctly, things will be very civilized. If the answer is wrong, you don't want to go out here, wizard, no matter if it's the great you or the great **** luck."

Bronze smiled.

"Did they change the rules? I never remember any judge who dared to threaten an active major in the New California Republic like this."

"Yes, they changed the rules, that's right."

Morina barked defiantly.

"Trust me."

"We have no reason to believe you."

Mountbatten answered on behalf of a friend.

The air froze at once, and the silver revolver that the judge stuck on his waist shimmered in the fire.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from the fire.

"I'm waiting."

Mountbatten finally broke the silence. .

"About those temples..."

Morina asked in a low voice.

"Who have you talked to?"

Mountbatten frowned and became vigilant.

He knows what the other party is referring to, and he rarely talks about it.

Over the past few months, Mountbatten has discovered bizarre cases of disappearance of residents in its jurisdiction. Although he is not responsible for local security, he still pays attention to those cases out of vigilance.

As a result, he found that most of these cases have become headless cases, or have been blamed on Ouke’s infiltration.

However, Mountbatten did not believe these claims. He pulled the records of Ok's activities for a period of time and found that where the disappearances occurred, Ok's activities were infrequent, or even rare.

If you think about it, you will know that the residents of Oak's frequent activities have long since moved. Since they are still there, it means that Oak rarely sets foot here.

Mountbatten had always suspected that the incident was related to the activities of the cultists, but he had no evidence, and the residents who disappeared seemed to have evaporated.

But there are no traces of large-scale population transportation on roads and railways, and Mountbatten suspects that these residents have been taken to certain places, and these places are under his nose.

Because of the wide-ranging implications of this matter, Mountbatten reported to his superiors several times, but without exception.

Driven by responsibility and anger, he set out to find those hidden detention points on his own, and the one who did this was his most trusted group leader——

After persistently searching for more than a month, Mountbatten finally found a possible location, which was a mysterious altar hidden in the cellar.

Although the altar itself has been destroyed beyond recognition and has been raged by fires, the thick blood stains remaining on the walls and the fishy solidified mud between the brick cracks all prove that evil slaughters have taken place here.

But the cultists here got the news, and they left first, leaving only a bunch of useless ruins.

After this incident, Mountbatten knew that they already had their eyeliner by his side, so he found that the altar was held down and did not report upwards, but began to secretly contact the court of the old continent.

This is why he was only surprised when he saw the judge, but there was no doubt.

He knew why the other party appeared here.

"nobody."

"Come on, you can't lie to me, who have you told?"

"No one,"

Mountbatten insisted.

"He blocked the entrance as soon as he found that place. Only I and him went down. I didn't even know my guards. Bronze knew, I knew, the head knew. Except for the secret service, I don't know whether they know or not. , It’s hard to hide anything from them."

Mountbatten turned to look at Bronze.

"You should know, does this have anything to do with what you said before?"

Bronze stared at the ground without answering.

"You mean, you haven't told anyone?"

Senna continued to ask, but Mountbatten just nodded.

"Where is Ben Lier?"

Mountbatten shrugged.

"Well, there is him, he is my superior, I should report this kind of thing to him, but I use secret communication, he has known it a long time ago."

"really?"

"Even if I don't mention it, other troops should have noticed—"

"When you mentioned it to him,"

Senna interrupted him.

"Does he seem to know this?"

"It's not like."

"Isn't it?"

Senna nodded, the expression on his face was a bit weird, and the blurred light and shadow made it difficult to tell whether he was smiling.

Mountbatten cleared his throat, and the swaying flame gradually made him hallucinate.

He was always nervous, as if he could see something in the peripheral light, some shadows hidden on the edge of the ruins.

Something, or someone—hiding there.

"I don't know why he denied it, I guess he is confused, or has his own plan, I—"

"He denied it because he didn't know it."

Senna interrupted Mountbatten again.

"But when I reported, he made it clear that he was aware of it and notified the Ministry of Internal Security and the Religious Management Office. I heard--"

"No, you didn't."

"I heard!"

"You really don't."

Bronze said softly, and put his hand on Mountbatten's shoulder.

"Your communication was intercepted. You were not talking to Ben Lier at all."

"That's impossible!"

Mountbatten said firmly.

"He used a secret code and a password, all--"

"They know all the passwords, they have been monitoring us."

Mountbatten turned to look at Bronze.

"Who are'them', those inner guards? What the **** is going on?"

Bronze glanced at Senna, but the judge shook his head.

"You two better have someone who can make things clear!"

Mountbatten growled, looking very angry.

"Old friend..."

"I'm serious, Hutt! Explain to me immediately, what happened to the corpse in the end? Did you send it?"

The corpse Mountbatten was referring to was a corpse found in the altar, and it was a corpse that had undergone terrible distortion, and more importantly...this was the corpse of a soldier from an unknown unit.

This is the strongest evidence of the activities of the cult, but Mountbatten is not relieved to hand it over, so he asked Bronze to hand it over to his society for investigation.

"Yes it is."

Bronze nodded.

"I arrived at the meeting point and gave the corpse to the president, but his result... is not optimistic."

"I don't understand what that means at all."

Mountbatten said sharply:

"I **** don't understand what that means, Bronze, what is not optimistic? Is this the result?"