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He recalled his partners in the organization, and finally pressed lightly on his chest.

"Farewell, my friends."

bang——

Blood splashed everywhere, and there were a few drops of blood and pieces of flesh in everyone's cups.

At the same time, in a certain church, a woman's sobbing voice appeared.

"The turtle...is dead."

Chapter 240 The Little Pigeon Carrying a Schoolbag

In the quiet church, a man and a woman sat side by side on chairs, looking at the statue of crucified Jesus directly in front of them.

Not a word.

In silence, they digested the news they had just received.

After a few minutes, the woman spoke again.

"Boss, the turtle is dead."

Her voice was nice and familiar.

There is a small blue flower pinned to her ear, and the petals tremble gently in her ear, sending news from the front line back.

She is the intelligence expert of the organization—the Elf.

The elf is young, only in his early twenties, with beautiful burgundy wavy hair, glasses, an upturned nose, and a few cute freckles on his cheeks.

She bowed her head, mourning the death of her companion.

The man sitting next to the elf was wearing a priest's attire, with a solemn face, slightly pursed lips, and complicated emotions in his eyes.

He is the leader of this mysterious organization.

The leader sighed, closed his eyes, and whispered the proverbs of the Bible in his mouth, praying for the lost companions.He raised up his right index finger, with golden lights appearing on the fingertips, and slowly wrote the turtle's real name in mid-air.

As the last stroke fell, the scriptures were chanted.

"Waiting for the success of the plan, the world will always remember your sacrifice and contribution."

The leader breathed out the names in mid-air, and they turned into golden light spots again, floating into the sky, as if entering heaven.

When the leader was chanting scriptures, the elf kept holding her hands tightly, and after watching the golden light spot disappear, she finally mustered up the courage to say: "SHIELD, Zhang Ming, and those superheroes are more powerful than we imagined." Much better, maybe... we should stop."

"Are you afraid?" the leader asked.

"I'm scared. The tortoise is dead. The next one might be cutting. What about the next one?" The elf raised her head. She has beautiful emerald-colored eyes, and those eyes are filled with fear of the future.

She continued: "I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die. You are the most precious friends to me. If you weren't by my side during my most difficult time, I might have chosen to commit suicide in despair. Everyone is a good person, at first we just wanted to do something for the society...why did we come to this point?"

The elf covered his face.

The broad and warm palm gently hugged the elf's shoulders, bringing a little comfort to her trembling heart.

"Do not be afraid," said the leader, "God has not given us a spirit of timidity, but of power, of love, and of a sound mind."

"1 Timothy 7:[-]." The elf said the source of this famous saying.

"This is the work God has given us. Don't forget, all of us have signed our names and given our hearts for a common purpose. This is an honor, but also a responsibility."

After a long time, the elf nodded silently, burying the sadness in his heart.

The leader patted the elf on the shoulder, "How about cutting it now?"

"Still on the run."

"Do you think he'll come back alive?"

The elf did not answer the question.

The leader sighed again, snapped his fingers and said, "A pigeon with a schoolbag on its back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure white pigeon flew over from the blind spot of his sight, cooing, carrying a miniature schoolbag on his back that fit the size of the pigeon.

This is not the first time the elf has seen the leader's ability. She is a powerful superpower herself, but every time she sees the leader, she doesn't have to do anything, just move her mouth, and all the things and creatures he needs will appear out of thin air The scene, the elves will feel as if they have seen a miracle.

Creation of all things is an ability that only gods can have. What's even more frightening is that this terrifying talent is only part of the leader's ability.

It is because of him that the organization exists, and the crazy idea of ​​wanting to change the world emerges.

The leader touched the pigeon's feathers and said, "Go and find the cut, and he will know how to do it."

The little pigeon raised its wings and saluted the leader.

After watching Pigeon leave with its wings flapping, the leader turned to ask the elf.

"Zhang Ming, what are they doing?"

"Just refueled and is about to take off."

……

"Sit tight, gentlemen," May said into the cockpit radio, and then she pushed the engine and the plane lifted slowly into the air.

Colson and Fitz are having dinner. The menu is very simple, with only two options: