2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"It's been ten minutes."

Yan Muyun moved a chair and sat in the center of the stage. He lowered his head and played with his mobile phone while saying in a calm tone: "Let me remind you again, no matter who attacks me within this hour, I will not pursue them." His responsibility."

There was still deathly silence in the venue.

After witnessing what happened to Kofi, no one dared to take the lead anymore.

When you say you won’t pursue the case, do you really mean you won’t pursue it?

Just listen to the promises made by the superiors who are in an absolute advantage. Only silly people will naively believe them. The powerful party has the inherent right to go back on its word, because whether it is law or violence, even "morality" will stand on the side of the strong when necessary, and the weak have no room for resistance at all.

"I sent troops to attack your country because your people need freedom and democracy. You used stones and sticks to attack our soldiers with live ammunition. This is undoubtedly terrorism and must be dealt with hard."

"When we kill all the men, we will send some clothes and blankets to the local women, elderly and children regardless of the past to help them survive this cold winter. Because we are the teachers of justice and the beacon of civilization."

These people in the venue have played the role of superiors most of their lives, and no one understands this set of unspoken rules better than them.

...

"Lord Holy Son."

When the time came to fifteen minutes, other sounds finally sounded in the dead silent venue. To other people's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

With the support of two men beside him, Morris, who was wrapped in a black robe, stood up and raised his arms: "The Breeding Sect is willing to be loyal to you. The glory of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

"Very good." Yan Muyun nodded with satisfaction.

But just when he was about to take action, Morris spoke again, with a hint of bitterness in his soft voice: "If possible, I hope you will give me enough trust."

Yan Muyun lowered the silver knife he had just raised and looked at the other party expressionlessly without speaking.

Morris raised his head, and his blue eyes wrapped in black cloth were filled with enthusiasm that didn't seem to be false: "Your existence, your power, everything about you, all prove the correctness of our breeding doctrine... I just suddenly figured it out... In fact, you are the true belief of everyone in our sect."

After hearing this, everyone present was moved. They were expecting the first rebel to appear, but what they didn't expect was another fanatical follower, who even planned to regard the so-called Holy Son as the object of belief for millions of believers... This puts the other party in almost the same position as "God" and "Holy Lord".

Behind the stage, Dongfang Quliu's tense face finally showed a slight smile. Although there was a slight accident at tonight's banquet, the result was unexpectedly good and even exceeded expectations.

After all, the two targets he most wanted to cooperate with, Congressman Coffey and Breeding Sect leader Morris, are now under the control of the sect.

But in the next second, a voice froze the smile on his face.

"Who allowed you to force that disgusting doctrine onto me?"

Yan Muyun's expression was disgusted, as if he had been greatly insulted, and a bright golden light burst out from his eyes: "You actually compared my superpower with that... thing..."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely tense. Morris's eyes widened and his whole body was trembling with fear.

"I see you are really impatient with life... ugh..."

Yan Muyun's voice stopped suddenly as he stood up from his seat. He slowly lowered his head and saw that the shirt on his chest had been ripped open more than once.

What also cracked was his chest.

There were screams one after another in the venue, the sound of broken glass, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding.

As almost everyone watched in horror, the chest of the man in the center of the stage seemed to be torn in half by a pair of invisible giant hands, and his bloody heart was pulled out and suspended in mid-air, beating continuously.

"Lord Holy Son!" Linda covered her mouth and let out a harsh scream, looking extremely panicked.

In stark contrast to her, her brother Richard was so excited that he stood on the chair. He clenched his fists, his fair and tender face turned a sickly red color, and he watched all this with great excitement.

"Ah."

A chuckle that seemed to come from hell instantly silenced all the chaotic sounds in the venue.

Yan Muyun slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the beating heart in mid-air, and gently put it back to its original position. Then he grabbed his chest that was open to both sides with both hands, shrugged his shoulders, and clasped his hands toward the middle, as if putting on a coat, covering the bloody skeleton in the middle.

The moment he "weared" his own flesh and blood, a brown-haired woman behind Morrison who looked like a star suddenly screamed in pain. The dress and chest on her body split to both sides without warning, and a star The bloody beating heart slowly floated in the air.

This scene is simply a millimeter-level replica of the horrific scene just now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Yan Muyun lowered his eyes, smiled apologetically, and then stretched out his hand to pop out a red blood thread.

Red blood streaks fell into the brown-haired woman's split chest, and a magical scene happened.

There seemed to be an invisible tailor with superb skills in the air, using red blood threads as threads to quickly sew the woman's chest back together.

When the brown-haired woman folded her arms in shock and collapsed on the ground, her injuries had completely healed. What just happened was like a vivid dream.

"Are you okay?" Yan Muyun looked at the other party with concern.

Although the brown-haired woman's body had healed, her dress had not. She lowered her head to look at her bare naked legs, and even reached out to rub them in disbelief. She was surprised to find that there was not even a trace of scar left on them.

In just a few seconds, her expression went from confused to flustered to determined. Then she suddenly raised her head and looked at the man on the stage with almost fanaticism: "Great Holy Son, I, Selina Jones, will Always loyal to you."

"Is that what he meant just now?" Yan Muyun looked at her with a smile, and raised his chin towards Morris, who had fallen into a chair with dull eyes.

Selina glanced at her former boss and nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Upon hearing her answer, Morris's body trembled violently, and the chair under him squeaked unbearably, as if it might fall apart at any time.

"Don't be so nervous. I told you I won't hold anyone accountable."

Yan Muyun sighed: "Why don't you believe me?"

After hearing his comfort, Morris' condition did not improve at all, but his eyes became more desperate.

"The glory of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world." At this moment, a somewhat abrupt voice sounded in the venue. A young man in a gray suit stood up, raised his arms, and looked at the man in the center of the stage eagerly.

"The light of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

"The light of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

...

Linda pursed her lips and glanced at her brother with a complicated look. She was about to speak, but was interrupted by the scream of a woman not far away.

Yan Muyun didn't answer, didn't even look at him, but still looked at those who stood up in the audience with a smile.

At this moment, Linda sighed: "Forget it, Dad."

The little boy squatting on the seat slowly raised his head, his blue eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

The tactical dagger fell to the ground.

"Have you noticed my existence a long time ago?" The strong black man looked at the silver-white barrier blocking his wrist with a look of awe.

"Not dead yet."

Old McCool gently touched the back of his daughter's hand, then turned to look at his pale eldest son and asked softly: "Richard? What's wrong with you?"

Gradually, the voices of people swearing surrender changed from scattered to one after another, and more and more people stood up.

In the front row of the venue, Linda put her hand on Old McCool's arm, her eyes full of urging.

Old McCool frowned slightly and turned to look at his daughter: "What happened to Richard tonight? Do you know something?"

Linda sighed, she should have thought of this earlier.

Yan Muyun put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and seemed to enjoy this moment extremely.

"What, are you going to report your brother to your master?" Richard's eyes revealed a fierce look.

This strong black man was more than two meters tall, two or three times bigger than Yan Muyun, and his arms alone were almost thicker than the latter's thighs. He was holding a tactical dagger in his hand and was making a stabbing motion. The strong black muscles reflected a faint metallic luster under the spotlight. No one would doubt the beast-like power contained in it.

However, the dagger was hanging in mid-air after all. The tip of the dagger was only 5 centimeters away from Yan Muyun's head, but it could not go down any further.

"Is that you?" Although Linda asked, her tone was completely like a statement.

Almost no one can understand how someone could still dream of killing this terrible man after seeing the miraculous scene before. Isn't this just a daydream?

Off the stage, Linda walked up to her brother and looked at him with compassionate eyes.

"That person is dead?" Linda's pupils narrowed.

"Do you understand now? I have to kill him..."

She subconsciously looked up at the stage and saw a large African-American man appearing next to Yan Muyun.

"dad."

"Ding Dong."

The strong black man suddenly felt blessed and knelt down on one knee without hesitation. Then he saw that the other party finally turned his head.

"Your power is invisibility, right? Not bad." Yan Muyun nodded approvingly, but still didn't look at him.

Richard looked at the man in the center of the stage with an extremely sinister expression, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Anyway, he has already promised... that within this hour, no one will be held accountable. , isn’t it?”

There was a low sound of discussion in the venue.

The little boy didn't seem to hear his father's call at all. He just squatted on his seat and stared at the stage.

"Please understand that I cannot tell you the identity of my employer. This is my professional ethics as a mercenary." The strong black man lowered his head and said.

"I didn't want to ask either." Yan Muyun smiled.

"Give up." Linda knelt down and gently touched her brother's cheek: "Confess everything to him and beg for his forgiveness. He will..."

"Shut up!" Richard slapped his sister's hand away and growled like a wounded beast: "You won't understand, I have no chance!"

The strong black man raised his hands flat by his side and said piously: "The glory of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

Richard shook his head and gritted his teeth: "But it would be better to die."