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"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out as a member of a special forces team used his last strength to shove the gun into his mouth and commit suicide before the resurrected corpse arrived.

The intense withdrawal symptoms made it impossible for them to even pick up a gun and aim it, but they could barely manage to put it in their mouths and commit suicide.

The gunshot seemed to serve as a wake-up call, and immediately two more gang members put guns in their mouths and pulled the triggers.

Whether to commit suicide directly or to have their tongue torn out, their scalp peeled off, and then die, is almost a no-brainer.

Upon seeing this, Isabella's eyes widened in shock.

The saint is merciful, but these demons have chosen to be tortured to death.

They were not entitled to commit suicide without the saint's permission.

At this moment, her frail body seemed to be surging with an inexplicable power from the depths of her soul.

While silently praying for Wayne, Isabella picked up a machete at her feet, got up and lunged at a thug who had just shoved a gun into his mouth.

With a swift motion, just like when he was a child cutting bananas in the mountains of his hometown, he instantly severed the thug's right hand, the one holding the gun, preventing him from committing suicide.

A hint of joy appeared on the little girl's face.

We made it.

They then pounced on the next bandit who was about to commit suicide.

At that moment, José also picked up an axe, struggled to his feet, and together with Isabella, rushed towards the bandits who wanted to commit suicide.

Seeing this, David opened his mouth wide and muttered:

"In one sense, she's saving lives... In another, she's killing people... God, is this the damn philosophy? I think I understand now..."

The moment the gunshot rang out, Wayne opened his eyes again and saw the bandits who had committed suicide by blowing their heads off. A surge of anger instantly ignited in his heart.

These selfish guys.

How could you just blow your own head off like that?!

Seeing Isabella's actions brought Wayne much relief.

He's such a good kid...

At the back of the gang of bandits, watching the nightmarish scene unfold before him, Steve felt as if all the blood in his body had turned ice-cold.

Even though he, as an unlicensed doctor, had the good habit of never using enhancement drugs, he was still unable to take a step because of fear.

Everything should have gone smoothly, as easily as a knife cutting butter.

They came here with guns and hunted the homeless people like animals.

And that ridiculous so-called saint Wayne, he's just an illegal doctor who dares to wave the banner of some kind of faith.

With Jose's gang's strength, taking out these homeless people would be as easy as strolling through an amusement park.

But when did everything change?

From when Noon told jokes about Jesus?

From the moment Wayne opened his mouth?

No… perhaps it was from the moment they entered the alleyway… no, even earlier, from the moment he went to find José…

Just then, Steve suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

It's Old Joe the Bottle.

His chest was riddled with bloody, mangled holes, and his pupils were dilated as he walked straight toward them.

Steve trembled all over, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

No wonder he hasn't been able to contact Old Joe the Bottle these past few days.

It turns out that all of this had already begun the moment he found Old Joe with the bottle!

Steve felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, straight to the crown of his head.

He could no longer bear it, let out a mournful howl, and turned to rush toward the entrance of the underground passage.

He fell several times, his face bruised and swollen, and his hands scratched the railing of the stairs several times before he finally crawled out of the underground alley and ran away.

In the alley, the gunshots and screams gradually became sparse.

Soon, as the last gunshot faded into the underground alley, more than twenty members of the Jose gang were already dead.

Only six or seven minutes have passed since those resurrected corpses woke up.

The entire underground passageway, which had initially been as chaotic as a slaughterhouse, was now deathly silent.

Those who followed Wayne were still reeling from the shocking carnage.

They all stared blankly at what was happening before them.

Elizabeth and Jose stood there, holding machetes and daggers, panting heavily.

The knives in their hands were already dulled.

Human bones are not so easy to break.

The father and daughter looked at each other, both of them already in tears.

Their eyes held no fear of killing, only ecstatic joy at the prospect of new life.

It was as if they had severed all ties with their own hands.

In this underground alley, amidst dozens of corpses, they found a new life.

Just then, someone's cell phone rang, and a melodious tune suddenly began to play.

It is Bach's cello piece "Air on the G String".

Underground alleyways.

Dim lighting.

Corpses were everywhere.

A devout follower.

Compassionate saints.

Fearless resurrected corpses.

This scene made all the followers present feel as if they had received a sacred baptism.

From that moment on, they were no longer the same as they used to be.

They have undergone purification and baptism of their souls, becoming a new version of themselves.

A newly created man.

Tears welled up in everyone's eyes involuntarily, for some unknown reason.

They wept with joy.

"Praise be to the saints..."

Old Will sighed, then prostrated himself before Wayne, offering the most respectful bow.

"Praise be to the saints!"

The more than thirty Servants present shouted in unison and prostrated themselves on the ground amidst the melodious music.

[You have gained a bond from your people: This temporarily strengthens the bonded individual as a protector (10 minutes)]

A line of text flashed before Wayne's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, under the [Bonds] option on the panel, names quickly appeared one by one.

These are the names of all the followers present.

Immediately afterwards, a line of text flashed above the heads of these followers:

[Loyalty: Fanatic Faith]

Those followers present had all become his fanatical believers.

Wayne slowly rose, his face filled with compassion, and addressed the crowd:

"The wicked have fallen into hell, and I will help them find peace."

As he spoke, he had already walked up to the corpse of José gang leader Noon and raised his hand to touch the other's eyes.

You have acquired the skill: Hellish Joke Telling (Beginner)

Then came the bodies of the next special operations team member:

You have acquired the skill: Automatic Rifle Use (Specialization)

Then, Wayne walked among the corpses, touching the eyes of those that were still intact, a look of sorrow on his face.

This scene moved all the Servants once again.

They were deeply moved by the saints' kindness.

You have acquired the skill: Texas Hold'em (Beginner)

You have acquired the skill: Enhancement Agent Distribution (Intermediate)

You have acquired the skill: Cocaine Extraction (Beginner)

You have acquired the skill: Avocado Growing (Beginner)

After collecting all six corpses with intact heads, Wayne's sorrow deepened.

These resurrected corpses were powerful, but their methods were too brutal; many of their heads were either severed or smashed on the spot.

Many of the bodies were those of people who died by suicide by shooting themselves, so their brains would naturally not be intact.

Of the more than twenty gang members, only six corpses could be used to acquire skills.

Such a waste.

Waste is not a virtue.

Just then, two lines of text appeared on the panel again:

[You have completed the side quest: José's Prayer. Experience +10, Reputation +10.]

[You have slain the demon that was spying on the Heavenly Sanctuary. Experience +20, Reputation +10.]

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded (12% + 1%).

Experience points: 19/100

Free attribute points: 2

Wayne nodded slightly.

I've got the new free attribute points.

Look up and look towards the entrance of the alley.

Let's not rush to take stock of our gains.

One escaped; we must bring him back.

Frugality is a virtue.

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(Two chapters as usual, goodnight everyone~)