Trafford’s Trading Club

In contrast to the humble slum houses that are found everywhere, there are plenty of rich people's mansions.

Mr. Besson is a very popular member of the rich circle. But he had a lot of friends —— in the past, Mr. Besson used to go to pool parties in our own homes.

Mr. Besson's friends are growing as a result of his swinging the earth - tonight, another party was held in Mr. Besson's villa.

But this party and previous swimsuit parties are completely different. All windows have been closed throughout the villa lobby and the curtains have been closed at the same time.

They didn't turn on the lights, but everyone had a three-forked candlestick, and there was enough light under the candlelight.

Including Mr. Besson, there were eleven participating members. They wore black robes and hooded hats to cover their faces.

They stood in a circle and seemed to be undergoing some sort of mysterious ritual.

“And then what?” There are voices of doubt in the crowd.

“This…” Mr. Besson, the party's sponsor, frowned long after hesitation: "Perhaps wait and see. ”

“Forget it.” A woman made an impatient noise and then lifted her hoodie and quickly retreated to her black robe.

Of course, after she left the black robe, the woman wore a suspender dress of her character, and the woman was exasperated at the moment: “The air conditioning is not turned on on in the hot weather, and she also wore such a thick robe. I don't want to torture myself like this anymore. ”

Mr. Besson also lifted his hat and hurried: “This will enable the Almighty Bucky God to perceive our piety. ”

Women can't help it: "Dear Besson, haven't we tried almost everything we can think of? Are you going to have an evil ritual, like a novel cult, a newborn baby blood sacrifice or something? ”

Mr. Besson frowned and remained silent, seemingly in contemplation - everyone saw Mr. Besson's face with a ridiculous feeling.

Mr. Besson, does this guy look like he's really moving?

In fact, all those gathered here witnessed a miracle happen not long ago. They saw with their own eyes the mysterious man claiming to be the apostle of the Baki god, who saved Mr. Besson's life and even saw the apostle of this god break apart.

They even associate themselves with the ‘voice’ that appeared in the theatre hostage-taking case that day.

They believe that this mysterious‘ sound 'and the mysterious man who later emerged to save Besson are miracles displayed by the great Almighty God Bucky.

Because of the miracle of life, because of the extraordinary power of the emptiness, a group of leisurely millionaires led by Mr. Besson suddenly saw a strange thought.

The Almighty Bucky God does not appear to be present in any contemporary belief system. It may be a newborn god, or an ancient god, but it has not been documented in history - in any case, there is no footprint of this Almighty God in the world.

Is it possible to develop a group that embraces the great Almighty God and becomes the first followers of Almighty God?

It was a miracle of life, and this very wealthy bunch of guys seemed to see a brighter glow than the light of money —— so it was almost at the instigation of the fanatical Mr. Besson that the party appeared.

“Besson, maybe Baki God is just passing by, and he doesn't care about the faith of the world.” Besson's old friend patted him on the shoulder this time.

But some strange belief in Mr. Besson's heart has been ignited, and he's quite excited: "No! Must be because I'm not pious enough! When I was shot and my life was dying, I felt the small size of my life. I have so many unfinished things in my heart! It was the Almighty Bucky God who gave me the light, and it brought me back to this world. Must be because I'm not pious enough! ”

Mr. Besson's fanatical appearance forced his very old friend to wrinkle his eyebrows straight at the moment. Most of the people in here are half-pushed.

On the one hand, they did witness miracles, so they had a huge impact on universal perceptions. But on the other hand, they also want to see what happens if they eat chickens... what if it's true?

What's the difference between being a man and a saltfish?

It was only at this time that Mr. Besson suddenly raised his three-forked candlestick and became a middle-aged second year, making a strange roar.

Ah ~ ~!!! ~! Ahhh! ~!

Everyone shook their heads, including Mr. Besson's young wife, and frowned - she felt that the Bucky God's messenger had deceived her.

What about Bethon's will?

But all of a sudden, in the hall where there was supposed to be no wind, suddenly a strong wind blew out the flames of all the candles here, plunging everything into darkness.

At the moment of the weird, people couldn't even react, but after just a few seconds, the extinguished candlelight lit up again automatically.

“Hai… what happened?” The sound of terror sounded.

Mr. Besson suddenly shouted, surprised, excited, high... he shook his whole body, leaned back, bewitched himself and knelt down on the ground.

“Are you calling me? ”

Over Mr. Besson's head, suspended in the middle of the lobby, the crowd saw the messenger of God, who was wearing a carnival mask and had broken into thin air.

“Really, really! ”

“My God... this isn't William, is it? ”

Mr. Besson stood up suddenly at this moment, angry and dramatic: "O ignorant sinner! Hurry up and give thanks in front of the angel! Do you want to bear the punishment of Almighty God? ”

Perhaps it was because Mr. Besson's disturbing appearance frightened the crowd, perhaps it was because the god had shown beyond the power of scientific interpretation, or perhaps because he had worn this black robe and participated in this secret ritual, so that the subconscious had appeared afraid… they knelt down in awe under the gaze of the suspended god.

And God made this moment suddenly look at Mr. Besson —— Bucky is really looking at Mr. Besson right now.

Some of the conversations a few minutes ago also came to mind very clearly in Bucky's mind - his conversation with the club maid.

- "What? Ceremony?”

"It's just a fantasy of a bunch of rich people. They have tremendous material affluence, while spirituality is rather poor. You are lucky to run into Mr. Besson's life in danger… people are easily in awe of the mystery at the moment of death. ”

What am I supposed to do? ”

- "You don't even have to do anything, just keep your image. Leave the rest to this man, Besson. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Even if you say anything, it's possible that he'll read it for half a day, as if it were an oracle. As long as you apply the whole Beizon well, you will be able to grow your church quickly. ”

- “In that case, it seems really...”

Recall, when Bucky looked at Mr. Besson again, he was as happy as he could be - Mr. Besson was rich, rich, and a second-in-command, all his friends were rich, and I heard the second-in-command was contagious.

The point is, these people are rich, and the people they come into contact with are rich! Anyone who joins the club will be rich!

Rich, rich, rich! What else do you do for a living, boss? That's why I'm here. Come on!

MMP!

“Besson, I've sensed your devotion. ”

With the floating power of the maid behind her back, even if her mental strength is just beginning, she can be tired like a dog three or four times a day.

“From today on, you are…” Bucky dragged his voice.

Mr. Besson's throat stirred, staring nervously at the messenger of God above his head, and finally Bucky slowly said: "… my servant. ”

“A servant?” Mr. Besson snapped.

Bucky did not panic: “In my divine kingdom, all are servants of my God. I am the incarnation of God in man, and you, as my servant, are also the servant of God. As long as you are faithful, it will be able to advance to the kingdom of God every day. ”

Speaking of which, the jade crown was activated, there was a sudden and delightful scene on the entire ceiling - the maid said the play did eventually form such a space, but needed him to harvest enough faith to support it.

Also, according to the original agreement with the club, Bucky only had the right to use the play for 10 years, and the renewal fee would be required at the end of the decade.

“Divine kingdom! ”

The sound of amazement was ringing, Bucky waved his hands, and such a ‘kingdom of God' image would not have supported him for long. Had it not been for the floating power of the maid, he would have laid low on the ground.

“You, as servants of Besson, can be servants of God in the future as long as you are sufficiently devout.” Bucky slowly landed down and said softly, "Besson, come here and kiss my foot. ”

Without saying a word, Mr. Besson lowered his head and kissed Bucky on his shoes.

Bucky's hand rubbed against Besson's forehead and his palms fluttered slightly. He saw Mr. Besson's face enjoying himself. When he stood up, he was red and his spirit trembled, as if he were instantly young for several years.

“God makes us…” everyone hesitates.

“Besson, give me a place to rest," Bucky said softly. Tomorrow, I will choose three of your many servants to bless them and let them feel the grace of my God. ”

Big Happy Besson, hastily arrange accommodation.

After that, Mr. Besson, who had been promoted to God's servant, looked at everyone present and said, "Gentlemen, I now feel unprecedented goodness, my body seems to have constant strength...”

Mr. Besson suddenly held a coffee table in the lobby with his hands - a table carved in marble, luxurious and heavy in its own right - but saw Mr. Besson lift it up easily and throw it at his fingertips.

Boo--!

The sound of the heavy impact shook the entire villa slightly.

“… so, gentlemen, why don't you come and kiss my feet and become my servants? ”

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Continuous and very neat sounds.

Caroline woke up with a movie projector in front of her. The film flashed in front of Caroline at high speed. She looked around and found herself in a cramped room.

She's not the only one.

In front of her, you can see a shadow… it should be a man. Looking back at the scene before his coma, Caroline became consciously nervous.

This mysterious guy who grabbed himself, watching the movie on the screen in front of him, seemed to be stunned.

Caroline subconsciously moved her body —— she wasn't tied up by this mystery man, she just casually placed it on the ground.

Caroline accidentally mentioned the closet next to her because of the move. The mystery man should be at a gap, slightly skewed.

Under the strong light of the player, Caroline couldn't see the person, but she heard the other dull voice, "Are you awake? ”

“You... who are you?” Caroline looked around and asked nervously, "Where are we! Why did you arrest me? ”

The man continued to watch the movie in front of him, slowly saying: “This was the auditorium, and then it became the venue for a movie theatre club event… as for who I am. I'm... I was sitting in bedroom 403. ”

403 bedrooms.

Caroline frowned and she felt this number was unusually familiar - suddenly Caroline remembered where the 403 bedroom was!

That's where she lived for two days.

“Are you… are you Arnold's classmate?” Caroline was unusually surprised.

She hasn't seen Arnold's classmate since she stayed in the bedroom for two days - but... why does this person show up quietly at night?

“How much do you know about Arnold?” The mysterious man was slightly skewed again and asked.

Carolyn stood up, and then reached out and grabbed a roll of film plates on the table and watched the place with vigilance.

“If it weren't for me, you would have been spotted by people in Boston because you didn't know that they were still out there watching if you just walked away... and I'm afraid it's very dangerous right now. Even so, are you going to attack me? ”

Caroline took two steps back, “But you... but why did you help me? ”

“Why?” The man slowly stood up and turned to Caroline.

At this point, Caroline saw the man's face clearly - or was suddenly scared to death by the look of it, and the film plate fell directly on the ground.

His head was wrapped with many bandages, and some of the skin that was bare appeared to be dry and wrinkled, as if he had experienced a very severe burn, his voice was more dull and low, as if it were the devil's roar, and he heard Caroline's scalp numb.

“... because you and I share a common enemy.” A man pointed at his face, "the reason I became like this was because of those two brothers! ”

“You mean Arnold and... Hailey?” Caroline opened her mouth in shock.