The days when I was making trouble in American comics

In the early morning, heavy rain extinguished the flames of the Brooklyn explosion and washed away the blood and sin in the darkness.

The fire brigade and police cars roared away from the scene in an orderly manner. The case was quickly closed. It was defined as a gas explosion accident caused by the black gangsters being intoxicated. Almost everything in the house was destroyed.

Although this kind of thing is rare in the slums of Brooklyn, no one appeals, and the police can pretend they didn't see it.

After all, the power of the explosion was too great, and there were no traces of gunpowder or bombs at the scene. This was completely beyond their understanding, and it also represented extreme danger. No police officer wanted to lose his life for the sake of his job.

St. Augustine's Roman Catholic Church in Brooklyn is only five kilometers away from the explosion site.

Father Paul, who was awakened from his sleep, stood in front of the golden tabernacle, closed his eyes and prayed, the skin on his face wrinkled, and he murmured something softly.

The black shadows of the pure white child angel statues on both sides enveloped the old body under his religious uniform, climbing up the silver cross on his chest, like a twisted monster, looking both holy and weird.

If someone were standing next to him at this time, he could hear him saying, "I am guilty..."

At the same time, in a cemetery not far from the church, a pair of edematous hands pushed aside the wet soil and emerged from the ground.

When the rain cleared and the sun returned to the earth with warmth, the wrinkled skin on Father Paul's face stretched out. This was perhaps the time when the ninety-one-year-old man could feel that he was a living person the most.

"God loves the world... Today is another day full of hope." Father Paul walked out of the door with a smile on his face and said to other clergy and believers who had been waiting outside the door early.

In the office, a newlywed couple is waiting.

Among them, the groom looked at the picture of Father Paul on the wall, with a hidden look of pain on his face.

"Michelle, didn't you tell your wife anything? Maybe it was about the time you went to the Key to Heaven to be baptized by me when you were young?" Back in the office, Father Paul looked at the visitor, but his face changed to indifferent. said.

"Who do you think you are? God?! NO, you are a shameless and evil devil!" The white young man felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this, his body trembled violently, and he roared regardless of the comfort of his girlfriend.

"I got the permission of Jesus, who asked me to come here! Who do you think you are? Child! Only God can judge me! I tell you, not only you, your father is the same as you!" Father Paul He looked fanatical, waving his arms in the air, tit for tat.

"Of course, I will still bless you, and I will be the one at your wedding..." Then, Father Paul said, but the second half of his sentence stopped abruptly. He pointed his finger out of the office window and swayed his body.

The window was covered with traces of mud. A young man covered in dark mud opened the window and climbed in. His body exuded a stench, and his eyeballs were completely occupied by black. He looked more like a corpse that had returned from hell. Instead of a living person, he fell straight onto the desk as soon as he came in.

"Ahhhhhhhh~"

"Sang Bichi, you will go to hell!"

Seeing such a horrific scene, the bride screamed loudly, and the groom pulled her out of the door in a panic.

"Impossible, I saw you die with my own eyes! Fisk said to help me deal with it, you old monster!" Father Paul couldn't keep calm, trembling and covering his head, he collapsed on the chair It was like mud, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Then a cat meowed, and Father Paul felt his body standing up uncontrollably. He walked out of the office and came to the worshipers. He shook out all his sins and even tore them apart. The fig leaf of the archdiocese speaks of the incompetence of the church hierarchy and the Vatican.

"God allowed us to do this!"

Looking at the gazes cast by the crowd, this is a kind of great terror. From the perspective of a bystander, Father Paul, who loves life, feels at this moment that he is worse than dead.

"I am guilty...Kingpin, and other devils like me, we all deserve to go to hell! God is dead!" With his back to the golden tabernacle, Father Paul's dark eyes flashed with a faint color, and he said loudly Unbelievable sin.

Suddenly, his head spun around like a twist, and then exploded with a bang.

The blood and brain matter turned into red and white and invaded the golden tabernacle. The headless corpse fell down, and the cross was inserted impartially into the heart of the corpse.

The pure white angel statues on both sides of the tabernacle also seemed to be stained with sin. Two exquisite marble heads fell from the body, and the fractured sections were smooth, as if the angel had been beheaded.

"Ah~" The crowd started to commotion and chaos broke out. The believers and clergy still couldn't believe this fact. They bumped into each other like headless flies. Their faith collapsed and their energy disappeared completely.

In the crowd, a black cat and a child wearing a melon cap and blushing cheeks also jumped and disappeared in the chaos.

There was such a big fuss that after a while, the police car roared over again. The policeman in the car looked solemn. This incident was not easy to handle.

……

"...Regarding yesterday's gas explosion, the police in the area said..." NBC TV station, morning news anchor Kate was reporting.

“… Mr. Wilson Fisk entered into discussions with the Archbishop and decided to cooperate in funding…”

"Wang Defa! Big news! Kate, I'm sorry, I have to interrupt you." A note was stuffed over. Kate understood it and glanced at it. This matter was indeed shocking.

"First a piece of news: A vicious incident occurred at St. Augustine's Roman Catholic Church in Brooklyn. Father Paul of the church admitted that there are still a large number of clergy in the United States who sexually abuse children, and he is one of them... He declared in public, God is dead! He has committed suicide out of fear of sin!"

"The Archdiocese is still condoning crime! The case in Los Angeles last year is an example. Is it now in New York? No, we must not allow it! The next generation of America is being seriously violated!" Seeing the joy on the assistant's face and the representative's ratings With the gesture of soaring rates, the anchor Kate sat with emotion and concluded passionately like a fighter.

……

[Troublemaking value from believers +0.1]

[Trouble value from the victim +0.1]

[Troublemaking value from New York citizens +0.05]...

[Troubleshooting from New York Police Commissioner George Stacey +5]

[Troublemaking value from Jin Bin +55]

The constantly floating prompts were refreshed on the system interface. Chen Shu pushed away the living bodies of the girls on his body. After receiving the impactful scenes from Toshio Saeki and Dumpling, he finally understood what he wanted to do. What is it.

God is dead, so here I am!