manynovel Chapter 38 God's Words...
Chapter 38 God's Words...
Wu Jueming has disappeared.
The monitoring room was deathly silent.
Everyone stared at the screen, their minds unable to process what they had just witnessed. The two technicians opened their mouths but couldn't utter a sound, and Wu Tunji's bodyguard instinctively raised his gun, but didn't know where to aim.
"This is impossible..." Wu Tunji murmured.
William Tamm reacted the fastest. He turned abruptly and ordered his bodyguards, "Seal off the estate immediately, everyone to maximum alert..." His words trailed off.
On the main screen, Sowin, who had been fixed to the chair, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
His eyes widened slightly, and a glint of light seemed to flash deep within his pupils, like phosphorescence in a graveyard at night.
Then, the metal hoops that had been firmly securing his four feet to the iron chair began to deform and twist, as if being forcibly pried open by an invisible hand. In the time it took to breathe, all the restraints came off.
He stood up from the iron chair, stretched his wrists, and threw the metal hoops on the ground like waste paper.
Then, he looked up and looked at the camera again.
This time, his eyes really were shining.
A ghostly blue light emanated from the depths of his pupils, like two points of will-o'-the-wisp, clearly visible even in the surveillance footage.
Sowin walked toward the door to the interrogation room, and the lock automatically popped open.
Wherever they went, soldiers, servants, cooks... everyone in the manor disappeared one by one.
It wasn't that they were killed, or that they fainted; it was literally that they disappeared. One second they were there, and the next they were gone.
The whole process was eerily quiet; there were no gunshots, no screams, not even footsteps.
In addition, other screens also showed abnormal states. The screen at the manor entrance showed two sentries standing guard, then suddenly disappeared at the same time.
In the scene in the courtyard, three soldiers on patrol walked along, then one disappeared, then a second, then a third.
Wu Tunji reached for the pistol at his waist, but William stopped him.
"It's no use." William's voice was unusually calm, but beneath that calm lay a fear on the verge of collapse. "If that's true... the gun won't work."
Wu Tunji finally broke down.
Instinctively, he pointed the gun at William Tam and roared, "It's you, it's you, it's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could this have happened? If you hadn't forced me, how could I have…!"
His voice suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and he suddenly shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, it was all your doing, you ordered me to do it, you forced me to do it, this has nothing to do with me, you forced me to do it, forced me to do it..."
He drew his gun, fired three shots at the ceiling, and roared, "Men! Everyone come here, grab this guy, and hand him over to the divine messenger, quick..."
no respond.
At that moment, the four bodyguards who were with them in the monitoring room also disappeared.
Right before his eyes, without warning, four fully armed soldiers burst into thin air like soap bubbles.
Two technicians screamed, and one of them rushed toward the door.
His hand had just touched the doorknob when he froze. The next second, he vanished.
Another technician collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked. He desperately tried to crawl backward, but only managed to move half a meter before vanishing into nothingness, inch by inch, from his feet to his head, as if the delete key had been pressed.
In the monitoring room, only Wu Tunji and William remain.
Gunshots echoed through the empty building before being swallowed by silence.
William walked to the control panel and switched all the cameras.
Sixteen scenes depict every corner of the manor. In the kitchen, a pot of soup is simmering, and the fire is still burning…
The washing machine was still running in the laundry room...
The computer screen in the office is lit up...
But... nobody was there!
Apart from the two of them and Sowin walking down the corridor, there was no other living creature in the entire manor.
"He's coming this way," William said, looking at the monitor. Sowin was walking up the main staircase to the third floor, only twenty meters from the monitoring room.
Wu Tunji held the gun, pointing it at him and then at the door, his hand trembling violently, appearing somewhat lost.
William took a deep breath and took a small silver device from his briefcase. It looked like an old-fashioned pager, but thicker. He pressed a button on the side, and the device's screen lit up, displaying a line of jumping code.
"What are you doing?" Wu Tunji asked hoarsely.
"Record it," William said. "If I disappear too, at least this device will transmit the last data. My employer... needs to know what happened here."
The door opened.
Sowin stood at the door, his linen robe stained with sweat and blood, his face bruised, and he walked with a limp—all remnants of the interrogation.
But he just stood there, the blue light in his eyes had dimmed, and he looked like a normal person again.
But it is precisely this “normal” that seems particularly terrifying at this moment.
"Lord Sowin... no, it wasn't me, it was him, it was him, William Tam, he forced me to do this, he wanted to uncover the secrets of your Order, it was him..."
Sowen remained unmoved and continued walking slowly.
Wu Tunji fired the shot.
The bullet struck Sowin's left shoulder, and blood instantly stained the linen. Sowin swayed but did not fall down, nor did he show any pain. He simply looked down at the wound and then looked up.
"You have also committed blasphemy, General Wu Tunji." His voice was soft, but it could be clearly heard in the deathly silent room.
Wu Tunji continued to pull the trigger, but the pistol jammed. He frantically pounded on the gun, but not a single bullet would come out.
Suowen approached step by step, while Wu Tunji retreated step by step until his back bumped against the control panel, leaving him with nowhere to go.
"I..." Wu Tunji wanted to say something, beg for mercy or threaten, but his tongue got tied.
Soewen stopped in front of him, stretched out a hand, and gently pressed it on Wu Tunji's forehead.
Without the tangible sensation of physical contact, Wu Tunji only felt a chill seep into his forehead, reaching deep into his brain, and then he saw—
A dark red sky, huge, dying stars, icy cold air, and endless, jagged dark red rocks.
"This is..." he hissed.
"My Lord's kingdom," Sowin withdrew his hand, "is also a place of exile for sinners."
The next second, Wu Tunji disappeared.
Only William and Sowin remained in the monitoring room.
William put down the silver device, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his professionalism allowing him to maintain a semblance of composure despite extreme fear, but the cold sweat on his forehead and his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.
Those damn analysts!
That's so unreliable!
"The possibility of artifacts from prehistoric civilizations having an influence is 84%..."
"There's a 90% chance it's being manipulated behind the scenes..."
"Through him, there's a 76% chance of finding the person who possessed the relics after death..."
That's all bullshit!!
This guy seems to really have supernatural powers!
However, Commissioner Smith, despite the bizarre situation, managed to remain calm.
"I'm just an observer," he said in a slightly accented Aboriginal language. "You see, I haven't harmed you or your followers this time. My task is simply to record and report. Of course, we can cooperate if possible. I think you also hope that your religious group can grow and thrive."
William's mind raced. His extensive experience told him that he still had a lot of leverage at his disposal. At the very least, the power he represented was exactly what these newly emerging forces coveted.
"We can offer you assistance, we can cooperate, we can..."
Sowin glanced at him, then fixed his gaze on the silver device flashing with code, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Then he spoke, uttering a sentence in a hoarse yet remarkably clear voice.
"God said, Интернационалвосторжествует!"