Chapter 213

Boom——

The roaring muzzle was filled with smoke.

Under the broken bullet, the head of the church, Chris Bella ed, had a disgusting hypocritical face that couldn't help but want to punch hard.

Broken into a rotten watermelon.

Blood and bone fragments gradually spread in the church, the Holy Land in the eyes of evil believers.

Sudden violence and brutal killing.

At this moment.

Shocked everyone.

The cultists can't believe that a stray lamb who suddenly broke into here dares to be under their eyes, in heaven and God.

Brutally kill the leader.

The shepherd who killed death.

Sibyl instinctively pulled out his gun and pointed it at Cole.

She wanted to say: don't make me do this, investigator.

However.

Two flashback memories, crazy torture with heretics and the fact that she almost burned Aretha alive, hesitated and attacked her moral conscience.

Like the world in silent hill.

Good and evil are chaotic.

As a police officer who abides by the law, has a moral standard far higher than others, and deeply believes in defending the weak and kind people.

Her sense of justice is intolerable. Someone breaks the law and kills others wantonly.

But

What happened to Aretha was like a knife. After leaving the women's toilet of the teaching building, with the deepening of the investigation, she not only didn't pull it out of her heart, but inserted it deeper and deeper.

Hate the actions of evil believers, but they are constrained by a sense of morality.

It is also like being born because of her, symbolizing the sulfuric acid monster bound.

As for Ross.

When did this ordinary mother see such a bloody and violent scene before entering silent hill.

Compared with Sybil's complex heart.

She was just completely frightened by Cole's behavior.

Now.

The evil believers dominated by shame and anger rushed frantically to Cole, surrounded him, accused him, and abused him with filthy words.

Just like before the fire in November 1974, they tortured Aretha graysby.

Like the humiliation of the dead Anna to the crazy woman Dalia on the steps.

Just like they did to everything.

He was once kind to others. Because he was not religious, he was regarded as a blasphemer by cresbella with his own selfish desires, unable to fight, and finally bullied, tortured, humiliated and killed in various ways.

Collectivism, which distorts absurdity and is maliciously interpreted by evil people, is used to deal with all people who are inconsistent with their ideas or even simply dislike them.

Cultists have long been used to bullying others unilaterally and torturing others' bodies and souls by taking advantage of the number advantage and the power of public opinion in closed areas.

Force them to submit.

"Blasphemer! You will go to hell sooner or later!"

"If you don't respect God, your soul will be thrown into the fire of hell and receive eternal baking and criticism!"

"Burn him, blasphemer! Avenge crisbella!"

"Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

As if they had forgotten.

How did the stranger who walked in kill their leader just now.

He tried to use the same method to kidnap morally and humiliate madly, so that he could know the power of offending the church, let him put down his resistance in fear and die obediently.

Give your life for their faith.

All the cults shouted to burn him.

In the first strong cult, he pushed through the crowd and tried to catch Cole.

Click.

Another shot.

A big hole was blown out of the man's chest. Three people standing behind him were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground one after another.

At this moment.

Language and oppression, defending justice in the face of violence.

Like their insults, pale and powerless.

At the moment Cole shot, Sybil's hand shook violently, like a fierce psychological struggle. It was only one step away from shooting and killing the thug who claimed to be an investigator.

"No... Cole, don't make me do this..."

Click.

The bullet is loaded.

The No. 12 cartridge case that flew out of the barrel fell to the ground and made a clear collision sound.

Cole, look back.

Sybil looked straight into those cruel eyes and hurried back two steps. His expression was highly tense and cold sweat covered her cheeks.

When she thought Cole was going to shoot her.

The man who had been regarded by her as a criminal and a mob just said a word indifferently.

"Sybil Bennett, the world under light and order needs a police officer like you."

Boom——

Gunfire rang out.

A massacre aimed only at heretics began.

The muzzle roared.

One after another, evil believers with heavy blood debts fell in a pool of blood.

The original sanctuary of silent hill, a sacred place in the eyes of believers, turned into a execution ground with blood flying in an instant.

They screamed in horror.

Hiding in a narrow church.

There is no arrogance and evil of bullying others by relying on the number advantage just now.

It's like a mouse that lives in the sewer for a long time under the fierce sun. It's sad, poor and ridiculous.

Sybil stood where he was.

If Cole had said this to her before, she might not know why.

However.

Witnessed what happened in the church.

Under the double torture of conscience and moral sense.

She finally understood.

That man.

That ruthless man, like a butcher who is slaughtering livestock.

To her.

After all, what a heavy meaning.

It is the greatest sacrifice and dedication to bear all sins alone.

He's not trying to vent violence.

He's not a mob.

All he did was for one thing: justice.

Conscience tells Sybil that only the law is qualified to judge sinners.

But this is silent hill.

A supernatural world ruled by dark forces.

Seeking the absolute justice of the law is just an unreachable fantasy and the pursuit of hope.

Like what happened to Aretha graysby.

Human law.

Can never rule over Heaven and hell, their minions, oppression and cruelty to mortals.

If no one stands up and helps those who are hurt.

Where should justice be done?

Maybe her idea is very complicated at this moment.

But Cole's idea is simple.

Not all parts of the human world are shrouded in the darkness and evil of hell.

Not all crimes need to be repaid by death.

Sybil Bennett, her sense of justice and conscience, is destined to be unable to uphold justice in the dark evil world, but she can help those who really need help in light and order.

Five minutes later.

In the corridor on the second floor of the church.

The last cult member fell to the ground, moved back and cried to Cole for mercy.

"Please! I really..."

Bang!

His words were not finished.

A bullet burning scarlet blood flame was right in his brow.

later.

The system prompts the sound to start.

"The main task is to eliminate evil believers."