Chapter 993: ?Divine Enlightenment

Montgomery, Alabama.
After today’s evening prayer, Dr. King stayed in the church for a long time. He was still discussing with his friends how to rescue the young black woman who was imprisoned, so that when he returned to his house, it was already It's time for the dead of night.
The city is still as quiet as ever, and no one here knows what is happening outside.
All radio stations are full of light-hearted programs, that is, the announcers seem to have changed collectively, and English sounds a bit like German.
Probably an illusion, right? Dr. Jin didn't think too much. He didn't pay much attention to the broadcast when he drove home, instead he was thinking about how he and his compatriots should go in the future.
"Father! Please talk to us!"
Just when he got out of the car and was about to enter the house, suddenly several black people walked out of the darkness not far away and stopped him. In the winter night, these people's faces seemed to be frozen, and they just laughed. It's like fake.
Seeing that it was his compatriot, Dr. Jin did not have any repulsive psychology. This was his diocese, and a priest was always willing to help others.
"Follow me into the house and talk, it's too cold outside, friends, I'm going to prepare some hot drinks."
He opened the door of the room and enthusiastically invited several people in to chat with him. Although it was late, these people should be in a hurry when he arrives at this time.
Now he organizes black compatriots to boycott the behavior of the bus companies in the southern states. The southern states have gathered in response, but in some places violent methods have been used, such as smashing and burning other people's property.
Dr. Jin opposes this point, perhaps because the internal opinions are not unified, which has caused people to be confused. He must explain clearly.
"No, Father, let's just say a few words."
Several black people exchanged insignificant glances, and then the leader began to talk to Dr. Jin.
As the topic deepened, Dr. Jin felt strange. The questions these people asked him to talk about were not about skin color, but about the process of holding a wedding in a church?
A wedding question, is it worth waiting for so many people until three in the middle of the night?
However, out of his duty as a pastor, he patiently answered their questions. He does not support or disagree with his personal relationship with the same sex, but they also have the right to get married in his church, and there is no problem with group weddings.
This is equality.
The black faces turned darker, as if the answer insulted them, but the color in their eyes was not seen by Jin.
"Thank you Father, you answered our doubts. This is a small gift from us."
With that said, the leading young man with a very kind attitude took out a long box from his arms, opened it and handed it to Dr. Jin. Inside was a very high-end cigar.
Not only the leaves are very complete, but also a small circle of black and yellow ribbons set off. It is a high-end product of Skywalker Tobacco and Liquor Company under Wilson Enterprise.
"I just did my job. I don't need your gifts. God loves everyone, regardless of their skin color and gender." Dr. Jin gently pushed open the gift box. He couldn't accept gifts from strangers.
"No, we bought it with a lot of money. You smell it, what a smell."
After the leading young black man finished speaking, he picked up the small stick and was about to lean under Dr. Jin's nose, while the other people surrounded Dr. Jin faintly.
Just when it was impossible to shirk it, suddenly a golden light flashed in the night, and a golden boomerang flew from nowhere, not only cutting off the young man’s hand, but also putting on the cigar in the process of flying back. Brought back to the corner location.
"Really? It really smells so good? I smell it?"
The golden boomerang turned into a machete, and was thrown a knife in the hand by the visitor, while the cigar with added ingredients was generously brought under the mask, watching the black and yellow armor twitch. It looked like he was breathing hard.
The red one eye lit up from the darkness. Almost the next moment, the death knell intervened in the crowd and separated Dr. Jin, who was still in a daze with blood on his face, and several people.
"It's not fragrant at all, not only the smell of mushrooms, but also the smell of cold-blooded reptiles." A whisper like a demon sounded: "If you don't say fakes, you dare to lie to me? Come on, how do you want to die?"
"Long live the Hydra!"
Seeing the death knell, they knew there was no hope of escape, so they chanted slogans and prepared to blew themselves up.
But it takes only one second for the two words "Hi, Sea Claw" to be shouted out. Do ordinary people who are close by the death knell have one second to do nosy?
Hydra nowadays believes in success, and believes in failure. Shouting slogans before death is definitely the most failing point, not to mention the longer version of'cut off one head and grow two heads'.
The golden light of the knife flashed, and the heads of several people moved together. The bright color was too fast, and it seemed to be a full moon rising in front of the eyes on the retina.
The Godkiller cut the connection between the brain and spinal nerves instantly, and death came so quickly.
"Do not!"
When the head fell on the snow, Dr. Jin had just said what he stopped.
Su Ming turned to look at the legendary black man in front of him, and shrugged helplessly: "You said it was late."
"Why? Why do you want to kill? This is a sin." Dr. King sighed. He is not afraid of murderers. He is a pastor. Although there are not many, murderers can still meet in the confession room of the church every year. So few: "They just want me to smell their cigars."
Su Ming's expression under the mask is strange. How do you feel that there is ambiguity in this statement?
But he still put away the scimitar, picked up a deadly head from the ground and observed: "The cigar is poisonous. I saved you. It's that simple."
"How did you know?" Dr. Jin did not back down, with distrust in his eyes.
"I won't explain to you. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Go home. This is not something you can mix with." Su Ming raised his hand and lifted a layer of mask from the deceased's head, revealing the blond and blue eyes below. The original appearance.
He said that he would not explain, but he still threw the mask and blond head into the arms of the priest. Fortunately, Dr. Jin was still wearing a black robe, which was not dirty.
Dr. Jin is just kind and not stupid. Seeing that these people are indeed hiding their identities, and approaching him at night is also plotting wrong, he couldn't help sighing, and he believed in the killer.
However, he felt that the other party was a bit too cruel: "Who are they? Who are you?"
"We have nothing to do with you, continue with your current career, as if nothing happened today." Su Ming stretched out black tentacles behind him. When Dr. Jin was talking with the host, he strangled the corpses and read them. Memory.
The black mucus flowed through, swept away some things, and the street was immediately clean.
"How can I assume that everything hasn't happened?!" Dr. Jin held the head, wondering whether to drop it or hold it. The nightmare is not so real, right?
Su Ming nodded, as if he had understood something, stretched out his hand to take away the black human skin mask and human head, and hid it behind his back, actually giving it to the strangulation.
"It’s all right now, but please remember what I said, don’t chat with strangers on the balcony or on the road, you will be killed by this habit. Don’t judge a person by skin color. Many people are black and white. Not against slavery, only against being a slave rather than a slave owner."
Dr. Jin was silent. He knew what the situation was like now, and his own affirmative movement would inevitably bring hatred from others.
But at least there are people who support him, help him, and he can keep going.
"Why did you come to help me? Even committing the crime of killing?"
Su Ming didn't come here to help him specifically, but he couldn't let the black and white contradiction erupt at this time. He slowly floated up, flying higher and higher, and the corpses and blood stains on the ground were gone. Even the snow on the road seemed to melt. A large piece.
"Don't ask me the answer, ask yourself, what is your dream? Go and realize it."
After he finished speaking, he quickly disappeared into the night. Strangulation had already read the key information, and it found Faust!
The movement of the death knell slowly taking off, the golden radiant weapon, the shadow that spreads like wings behind him, and the ability to come and go without a trace, all made Dr. Jin open his mouth.
Is this an angel?
The angel in the legend is white, but God showed another possibility before his eyes!
It turns out that black and yellow people can also be angels. Blacks and yellows also have the right to ascend to heaven, right? ! This is the enlightenment that God gave him about equal rights!
Dr. Jin returned home with emotion, closed the door, and instead of going to the bedroom to find his sleeping wife, he went to the study room on the third floor, looked at the sky where the death knell disappeared through the glass, and muttered to himself:
"Dream...I have a dream..."
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Little did he know that the one he regarded as an angel ~EbookFREE.me~ was playing with a group of people in a devil-like way.
When Su Ming found Faust, the gentle hydra leader was waiting for news on a farm not far from the suburbs. Perhaps in his opinion, after finishing the arrangements for Washington DC and SSR, he sat The plane came here to carry out the task is sure to be sure.
An ordinary person, even a leader representing many blacks, is still an ordinary person.
The mushrooms I brought from Africa were originally a material of voodoo. After tens of generations of meticulous cultivation, they have amplified the ability to hypnotize humans, allowing people to obey orders like living corpses.
So he waited at the farm, waiting for his men to bring Dr. Jin.
When Su Ming touched the neighborhood, he found that it was a large farm, which should have grown corn. Many dry corn stalks were still standing in the snow, like a dense curtain.
Faust’s subordinates arranged many lighting fixtures on the farm, powered by several generators, and illuminated every part of the vast farm as a defensive measure.
The two-story building in the middle of the farm is Faust’s temporary command post, and there are some newly erected tents around it, which looks a little abrupt on the snow. The barn in the distance was locked, and I didn't know what was stored inside. Someone patrolled there and there were some secret guards.
Su Ming, hiding in the dark, touched his chin.
The farm, the night, and many generators, I feel that this scene is a bit familiar. It seems that Faust is really considerate and has prepared a good game for the death knell.
It's just that the time is not yet dawn, and it's not perfect, but let's make do with it.