I write obituaries for the gods

At this moment, the believers came down from upstairs.

“The Crimson Bishop wishes to meet with you,” the parishioner said with a slight bow. “Please follow me.”

"Don't you need to put your gun away?" the bronze mask asked.

"No, whose side are you on?" Lin Chen frowned.

"The bishop said it was no use taking his gun," the parishioner chuckled.

It seems this Crimson Bishop is also a big fan of ghosts.

Lin Chen led the way and followed the believers up to the second floor.

The moment the second-floor door opened, that familiar small ruin appeared before my eyes once again, with the altar beneath the whalebone remains flickering with firelight in the darkness.

"How creepy..." Li Zhanyi shrank his shoulders.

"You'll get used to it; they all use will-o'-the-wisps as ambient lighting."

Lin Chen walked forward, passing through the red-robed cultists, and toward the crimson bishop in front of the altar.

The spirit body was still lying on his little swing. When he saw Lin Chen approaching, he raised his head and revealed a sinister smile.

“Ghost…you are gradually accepting your identity…” he whispered. “I see…a future where all the evildoers pay the price…”

"Do you consider yourself a bad person or a good person?" Lin Chen asked.

“No…none of those…” the crimson bishop’s voice was hoarse, “I am…a martyr…”

Lin Chen looked around and said softly:

“Your territory is still quite large.”

“Otherwise, why would you need our help…” The Crimson Bishop nodded. “Speak, what is it?”

“I need to infiltrate the port,” Lin Chen said.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Shadow of the Mercury Society (5000 words)

"A port? That's not exactly a... suitable place for tourism and sightseeing..."

The crimson bishop scrutinized Lin Chen's face, seemingly lost in thought:

"Ah...you're heading to the Silver District...I didn't expect that..."

"It seems you are aware of what's happening in the Silver District?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, after all… the Foundation has taken quite a few demigod corpses from the Liberty District…” The Crimson Bishop nodded. “Haha… in these chaotic times, demigods and humans die the same way, no different from stray dogs by the roadside…”

"If that's the case, aren't you going to run away?" Lin Chen asked curiously.

"Why run? The tearing beam will blast us all deep into warp space..."

The crimson bishop's face showed a hint of excitement.

"In that case...we've got what we wanted...?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen clearly heard Li Zhanyi next to him make a "tsk tsk" sound.

He sighed helplessly, realizing he had underestimated the...uh...enlightenment of the Mentis cult madmen?

"Alright, stop trying to get information from me. You understand, I won't tell you much..."

The spiritual entity raised its tiny hand and gently waved:

"You need to get into the port... Heh, that won't be easy, you know? Mrs. Redfield has even started cooperating with the Foundation. In the tiny Liberty district, she's manipulating two major powers at her beck and call..."

"A frontal assault? No... Our followers aren't good at direct firepower, and I think even the Bureau of Investigation would have a hard time dealing with the port's terrain and the presence of demigods... You don't want to rely on air support, do you? The Guardians of Democracy fly in the sky..."

"In that case, you'll need some methods, some covert...dark..."

"Don't tell riddles," Lin Chen frowned, "Give me a solution."

"Don't rush... I need to know... what I can get in return, right?"

The crimson bishop tilted his head and smiled.

"I need to be paid... to do the work... right?"

"After the war, you can go to the ideal country and choose a piece of land."

Lin Chen threw out the chips he had prepared long ago.

"I can find you some that are deeper and more polluted."

“That’s not pollution…” the crimson bishop corrected, “that’s… a gift…!”

"Alright, alright, I'll find you the kind that grants a huge amount of blessings, a truly grand favor," Lin Chen nodded repeatedly. "How about it?"

"Well... allow me..."

"Three, two..."

"Okay, no problem..."

The Crimson Bishop smiled and nodded.

"The plan is very simple... With the help of our informant, you can get close to Mrs. Redfield's personal driver... He lives in Pinewood."

“If you can find that driver… whether you need to blackmail him or replace him, you can kidnap Mrs. Redfield, and her car is the only private vehicle allowed into the port…”

That's really a clever move... Lin Chen nodded slightly.

He didn't think the idea was particularly brilliant, but rather that the Crimson Bishop's approach was brilliant—kidnapping Mrs. Redfield and if something went wrong, the Red Gang would suffer a major blow, leaving the Mentis Church with nothing to lose.

That's truly a classic case of using someone else to do one's dirty work.

Well, at least it's a useful tactic, isn't it?

"Your informant is in Songlin District?" Lin Chen asked.

“Yes.” The Crimson Bishop nodded.

"Is he that driver's...uh...bodyguard? mercenary? butler?"

"No."

The Crimson Bishop shook his head:

"He is a homeless man from Songlin District."

Lin Chen: ......?

Li Zhanyi: ......?

You mean sending this Brother B over there to wander around for a bit would make him an informant?

In the end, doesn't it still come down to breaking into someone's home and forcibly abducting them?

“Don’t underestimate our informant. He can tell a homeowner’s digestive health just by looking at the trash they throw out…” The Crimson Bishop chuckled. “Come on… here’s his… photo…”

The crimson bishop waved his hand, and a cardinal stepped forward and handed a photograph to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen glanced at the photo: what came into view was a burly man with a thick beard, who looked rather slovenly and had an unremarkable appearance.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Lin Chen put away the photos.

"Go and let them taste hell, you ghosts..."

The crimson bishop opened his arms, looking very excited.

"Of course...we've been living in hell for a long time, so all you need to do is...show them the real world..."

"Boom!"

The silver lightning pierced through the clouds, growing like branches.

Amidst the curtain of torrential rain, Lin Chen crouched on the eaves, using a subspace lens to observe the apartment building across the street.

“Confirming the owner is home…” Lin Chen noticed the shadow on the curtains. “These bastards are living a really comfortable life.”

“This street is much better maintained than the Westview District,” Jiang Zhengge’s voice came through. “Lucy, has the drone taken off yet?”

“I’m airborne now, and I’ll be providing updates on traffic conditions in the surrounding area,” Lucy said.

"Let's get started."

Lin Chen put down the subspace lens and took out another photograph from his coat.

Although it was called a photograph, it was actually hand-drawn—the informant drew a picture of the Mentis Cult's target and gave it to Lin Chen to identify his physical characteristics.

“He ate a lot of fatty food tonight, and his gallbladder isn’t very good,” the informant said confidently, “so… he’s most likely in the bathroom…”

"..."

Lin Chen patted Li Zhanyi on the shoulder. The girl was holding a sniper rifle and hiding behind the chimney.

"I'm going down."

"Yes, be careful!" Li Zhanyi said softly.

Lin Chen tied the rope around his waist, then lowered himself down the wall, all the way to the ground.

He turned around and saw two bodyguards emerge from the darkness and then collapse on the street.

A pair of hands reached out from the darkness and dragged them into the apartment building.

Then, Jiang Zhengge's face emerged from the shadows.

“The PMC of the Red Gang,” Jiang Zhengge wiped the dagger on his hand, “this driver really has some class.”

“After all, he’s Mrs. Redfield’s personal driver,” Lin Chen said in a low voice, “It’s definitely right to send some resources to protect him.”

"It's a pity they ran into us."

Lin Chen and Jiang Zhengge exchanged a glance, then simultaneously pulled down their night vision goggles.

"drop!"

As his vision turned towards greenery, Lin Chen raised his shotgun and was the first to enter the apartment building.

He held his gun and moved up the stairwell, trying to avoid any possible skirmishes.

Fortunately, Lin Chen didn't see a single guard all the way to the third-floor entrance.

"It looks like they've all gone inside, except for the two unlucky guys at the door."

Lin Chen stopped in front of the door and took out the super alloy axe.

Instead of breaking down the door, he took out a listening device and slipped it into the crack in the door.

"Zizzizi..."

"No...no...I can't go back. Please tell Mrs. Redfield that the Mercury Society will definitely kill me..."

"In exchange...? I've served her for so many years, doesn't she understand that if I go back, I'm dead!"

"No... I absolutely cannot go back! I absolutely cannot... Ouch..."

"No... I need to go to the restroom..."

After he finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

“I never expected to hear the name Mercury Society again at this time…” Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice.

"Mercury Society, what is that?" Lin Chen looked at Jiang Zhengge.

"We'll talk about it later."

Jiang Zhengge pressed down on his earpiece and whispered:

"Oswald, the enemy is in the toilet."

“Received.” Oswald’s hoarse voice came through.

"Black Sword One, cut off the power," Lin Chen said.

"Received, it's getting dark."

"Snapped!"

"What happened? Why is it so dark?"

Panic screams erupted from inside the house, followed a second later by the sound of shattering glass—

"Clap!"