In this city, the poor people's settlements form large areas of slums, and gangs and drug dealers use slums as their bases to form violent gangs. Walking in such places is indescribable for ordinary people.

"The city's rich area is safe and secure." Old Jack parked his car at the foot of the mountain and turned a deaf ear to a gunshot that sounded not far away: "But it's different in this slum!"

Quinn was shocked when he saw the roadside walls were densely filled with bullet holes. With a gesture, more than a dozen people immediately protected Wen Fei in the middle.

"Don't be nervous, several gun battles between police and gangsters just ended a few days ago. It's very safe now!" Old Jack said: "Now this is my territory!"

Wen Fei looked back and looked down, and could see densely packed low houses around him. But in the distance, there were green mountains and clear waters.

The urban layout is completely different from that of ordinary cities. It is very fragmented and there is no city center. Most of the urban buildings stretch on the edge of irregular long beaches, while the high-rise buildings are rolling low hills.

These should have been halfway up the mountainside of the wealthy villa area, densely covered with red brick walls and small slums.

In fact, this kind of house is pretty good in the slums. You should know that there are more shanty houses in it, all made of pickled waste materials, like patchwork clothes. The density of shanty houses is unimaginable, and every household is hiccup and fart, which is very lively.

"I remember that according to the travel guide of a US publisher, the only 'job' of the people in the slums is to go down the mountain and rob when night falls. One paragraph also mentioned: 'When walking through the slums, you must have a sense of urgency to be about to be defecated, and you must pass through these areas quickly as if you were rushing to the toilet'." Old Jack smiled and said, "But don't worry, the prophet will never again, because the people here have become the most devout believers of our Lord!"

I saw two black men holding guns in their hands walking out of a house with the owner's family.

The homeowner's family is also black. In fact, most of them are black. They are a couple and three children. They all look like they are wandering around in the country of rats. They are stronger than African refugees, but they are limited.

The two gunmen threw several scriptures viciously on the ground, and stepped on them with their feet. They spat a sputum on them. The owner of the house wanted to struggle, revealing a silver cross on his neck.

A gunman pulled the cross down and threw it onto the ground of strength again. He shouted fiercely: "Either believe in the true God or die. Do you think about it yourself?"

Faced with this threat of death, the male owner of the family hesitated. He kept wandering between faith and the lives of his family. His eyes were flickering. It seemed that the most intense struggle was going on in his thoughts.

Finally, when he saw his youngest son, his eyes were filled with tears in fear, but he stuffed his fingers into his mouth and bit his fingers desperately, not daring to cry, his defense suddenly collapsed, and he fell to the ground crying and kneeling: "I am willing to believe in the true God!"

After the head of the family knelt down, his wife and children also knelt down.

"Is this what you call a parish? That's how you preach?" Quinn opened his eyes and even stunned. He looked at Wen Fei.

Well, Wen Fei never thought that Dangeqili, a guy who actually dared to use such a missionary method in modern society.

Master Wen Datian pondered for a moment and heard Old Jack kneel down and said devoutly: "Prophets. These lost lambs are the most ignorant. Only such thunderous means can guide them to the right path. We are never stingy towards our brothers and sisters. As long as they integrate into our big family, food and medicine will come one after another."

"A big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other?" Wen Fei thought for a while and said, "You have your own special circumstances here, and I don't understand. Without investigation, there is no right to speak. I only look at your final results!"

Old Jack snatched the ground with his head and praised sincerely: "Prophet. Your wisdom can illuminate everything! There are two million poor people living in the slums of this city. I hope that in my lifetime, I can turn these people into the devout lambs of my Lord. Similarly, I hope that the glory of my Lord can lead us out of poverty and despair!"

Damn, what does this guy want to do? Do you want to carry out a revolution in the name of religion?

However, at this moment, Master Wen Da was no longer hesitant. He said, "Then let go, right? The true God's eyes will keep staring at you. I will give you three chances, three chances to call on the true God to help in desperate situations. You must take care of yourself!"

"Yes, great prophet!" Old Jack said with a craziness in his eyes, "You will see it!"

In the slums, there are dense houses everywhere, and the roads left behind are small and narrow, and they are extremely curved.

But on the top of the mountain, there seems to be a new church that has just been built. This church is not very luxurious, and its only advantage is that it is large. It is said to be a church, but it is different from other churches. It has flying eaves on the top.

Speaking of which, this place is not a church, but a place where Master Wen is worshipped.

It seems that I have learned that Master Wen Da is coming, and the entire church and the small square outside are already crowded with people. The only thing that has adults, children, men and women is that these people are poor.

Wen Fei looked over at first sight and could clearly confirm without counting. There were 13,862 people in total, and they could clearly distinguish them.

When Old Jack and his group came over with Master Wen, the crowd took the initiative to make way. Their eyes were full of fear and a hint of curiosity.

On the way just now, Old Jack had already told Wen Fei that Dangeqili was the first to run to this slum to preach, using the method of bribing food.

When Old Jack joined in, he directly used violence to convert people to believe in his identity as a gang leader and local snake.

Now, Wen Fei can clearly see from these people that there is more awe, fear, and even curiosity. There are not many true pious beliefs.

However, Master Wen was not surprised. You should know that in addition to time, the other way to make faith deeply rooted in people's hearts is a miracle.

And today, Master Wen is coming to perform his miracles!

"This is the prophet sent by my Lord, the lord's persuasion on the earth. Wen Fei, the great prophet from the East, will preach to you here today. I hope you will listen carefully!" Old Jack first rushed to the podium and announced loudly.

The sound spread out from the loudspeaker, and he waved his arms. Only his subordinates around him waved their arms with great shame and cheered.

Old Jack seemed to have expected this kind of scene and shouted: "Are you guys all mute? Don't you know how to cheer? Or are you dissatisfied with me?"

Now, the crowd hesitated suddenly. Then the crowd began to cheer in a sparse manner.

Old Jack took out his pistol, fired twice at the sky, and shouted loudly: "Are you all mute?"

Then, the sound of cheering like tsunami sounded again. Old Jack nodded with satisfaction and said, "Please invite the prophet!"

Quinn shook his head, not obeying Old Jack's actions. He even felt that Old Jack was a monkey and was performing a comedy.

Only Wen Fei did not think so. He could feel Old Jack's fanaticism. The kind of fanaticism that did not know the crazy believers was fanatical about him.

Old Jack's fanaticism is that he seems to have a sense of mission. Just as he said just now, he hopes to lead these people out of the abyss of poverty and despair.

He slowly climbed up to the high platform prepared for his preaching. Since he felt that he had broken up, Master Wen had no longer any scruples in his heart. He was afraid and made me surrender to external things. How could he be great freedom? Great freedom?

At this time, all the people around were quiet. Perhaps they were not afraid of Master Wen, but they were extremely awe of the gangster gunmen around them.

The local government has almost lost its ability to manage these slums, and the slums are under real anarchy. Some people say that "gangsters are the only ones here.

A law”.

There are many gangs here, basically occupying the mountains and becoming kings. They engage in drug transactions and arms trading in areas under their control, and are like slum managers.

And Old Jack is the "king" of this slum, and those gangsters are the "army" under Old Jack. Here, Old Jack is the law and can kill people at will.

Therefore, when Master Wen Datian sat on the platform, he didn't say anything. Although many people were already impatient when they waited. However, after the "performance" of Old Jack just now, no one dared to make excuses or even make noise. Everyone knows that Old Jack is here this time.

Wen Fei didn't care so much, and all the noises had to dissipate by themselves when the miracle began.

He calmed down and visualized the bright light in his body, which was a nine-colored light that rushed straight into the universe, and even the seven treasure palaces appeared.

But at this moment, nine-colored light suddenly burst out from behind Wen Fei. This light is extremely dazzling. Even under the blue sky and white clouds, the strong sunlight is covered by this light.

The people around were starting to make noise, and at this time they even forgot about Old Jack. They whispered one by one: "Can't it be a projection?"
Chapter completed!