The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

A long train track is like a long snake winding in the heart of the American continent.

Stephen Steel took a deep breath and sat in the luxurious single room of the train. The long train had less than twenty passengers, including all the crew.

Stephen Steel looked out of the car window. The train in 1890 was not too fast, but it was already the fastest means of transportation at the time. The birth of the plane will be more than ten years later. Steele is the organizer of this contest, and his lifelong dream is to be able to host this SBR contest.

Stephen Steele looked at the unconventional landscape outside and retreated like copy-and-paste, then turned around and said to his men, "About how many people died?"

"There are many people who choose a shortcut." The short man replied: "About six hundred people were buried in the palm of the devil. Now there are only three thousand people in the game."

"Three thousand people can survive," Stephen gave a wry smile, "it's already a very good situation."

"So who was the first person to enter the palm of the devil?" Stephen Steer asked.

"Diego Brando and Jonson Josda." The subordinates said: "In addition, there is also Jerome Ziberin that you are particularly concerned about."

The chunky subordinate replied: "They almost appeared under the attention of the hot air balloon at about the same time."

Stephen thought about it a little bit--

"Did you pay attention to anything on the hot air balloon?" Stephen asked, "Are the four of them together?"

"No," the subordinate replied, "Diego left first, followed by Jello."

Stephen seemed to be surprised, and then asked sideways: "Did they hold anything in their hands?"

Several hands looked at each other and replied, "No."

"This is weird, so continue to pay attention to the four of them," Stephen said: "Especially if something similar to...well, I said ‘corpse’ in their hands."

Several of his subordinates were even more confused.

"Anyway, you just pay attention." Stephen said, waving his hand to let them go down.

After they left, Stephen took a deep breath, then gently opened the curtain of the compartment behind him—

There were a few men in similar clothes. One of them had blond hair and looked a little plump, but it was indeed very majestic and seemed to be the leader.

The man was sitting on a richly decorated chair. The train workshop looked a bit cramped, but it was really gorgeous enough to serve as the president's suite.

"My President." Stephen immediately bowed to the fattest man in the middle——

The man is actually not very fat, mainly because his face is relatively large, and he is wearing a thick purple-pink long jacket. He is called—

Your President.

The blond president was named Fani Valentin, and he was the 23rd president of the United States.

He basically heard everything under the curtain of the compartment. He curled his mouth slightly, picked up a stack of papers from the round table, and said, "Jelo Cibelin, Diego Brando, Jonny Josta, Jonson Josta."

"Are these four people?"

"Yes." Stephen replied respectfully.

Although he is the organizer of a competition, now he already knows the true face of the competition——

The remains of the saint.

And these three thousand participants are the sacrificial offerings of the saint's body. Someone is always selected by the saint's body, and the purpose of the president is to get the body back from the hands of these people.

"Jello Chibelin and Jonson Josda may have obtained the remains." Fani Valentine lowered his head and took a sip of an iced drink from the straw.

"But Jello Chibelin is more likely. I will send my men to investigate them separately."

"Wait a minute." Stephen asked in a cold sweat, "Sir, will life be killed? It's just murder."

Looking at Stephen, Fany Valentine's men couldn't help but sneered--

"How is it possible? We are [Justice], please pay attention to the words!" Fani Valentine suddenly interrupted Stephen, changed his attitude, and threw his pipe on the table——

"As long as we obtain the remains, all we do is justice."

"The body is justice."

Stephen was shocked for a long time and couldn't say a word just when he heard what Fany Valentine said, so he could only say tremblingly:

"Yes, my President of the United States."

The President paused for a moment, and his eyes fell on the newspaper again. The report was about the SBR contest. There was a small page that said--

[Shocking the United States, the second son of Josta's family stood up and won the fifth place in the SBR competition. 】

"Jonson Josta?" Fani Valentine said the name silently for a while, then picked up the newspaper and saw what was written on it--

"Did you get that disease before?" Fani Valentin said, "Is that an infectious disease caused by a virus? I have never heard that it can be cured."

"Anyone who can cure that disease needs a medal of the United States, right?" One of Fany Valentin's men said suddenly.

Fani Valentine is a very smart person. He quickly thought of something. Putting down the newspaper, there was a bump on the speeding train. He was a bit fat. Sitting on the chair was like a meat ball.

He picked up the previously submitted information, turned to the page of Jonson Josta, and read it seriously.

"Really strange." Fany Valentin whispered, "Even if it is cured, people who have been disabled for 20 years shouldn't be so healthy, right?"

This situation can be said to be a miracle.

"We have investigated, and at first some people suspected that it was a substitute, but there is no doubt, Mr. President." Steele interjected: "This person is Jonson Josda."

Is it a stand-in? Fany Valentin opened his eyes slightly, then put the newspaper down and looked at the scenery outside——

"I changed my mind." said the president. "Send Linguo to investigate Jonson Josda."

President Fany Valentin's two men dressed almost exactly the same as him. They were also his bodyguards. They wore the same clothes to prevent assassinations.

After all, not everyone has seen the true face of this president with his own eyes. One of his men said, "What about Dr. Ferdinant? Didn't you send him to investigate Diego Brando?"

The president waved his hand. "I am worried that Jonson Josda will be a stand-in for Ferdinant and Linguo."

Fani Valentine closed her eyes and raised her gods for a while, then opened her eyes again, observed the information on Jonson Josta, and said, "I’ll investigate Josta’s house again. Believe that this person is really Jonson Josta."

If he is, then he must be a stand-in, if he is not a stand-in, then he is definitely not Jonson Josda.

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I see, the true power of Diego's terrifying beast (to make people hungry and thin), that's how it is.