Chapter 995

Montgomery, Alabama.

After finishing his evening service, Dr. King stayed in church for a long time. He was still discussing with his friends how to rescue the young black woman who had been put in prison. When he returned to his home, it was the dead of night.

The city is as quiet as ever, and nobody here knows what happened outside.

All the radio stations are light hearted programs, that is, the announcers seem to have changed people in groups. English sounds like German.

Maybe it's an illusion? Dr. King didn't think much about it. He didn't pay much attention to the radio when he drove home. Instead, he was thinking about the future of himself and his compatriots.

"Father! Please talk to us! "

Just as he got out of the car and was ready to enter the house, a few black people came out of the dark far away and stopped him. On winter night, their faces seemed frozen and their smiles were fake.

Seeing that they are his own countrymen, Dr. King has no rejection psychology. This is his parish, and a priest is always willing to help others.

"Tell me to come in. It's too cold outside, my friends. I'll get some hot drinks."

He opened the door and warmly invited several people to come in and chat with him. Although it was very late, these people should have something urgent when he arrived.

Now he has organized black compatriots to boycott the bus companies in southern states. Southern states have gathered, but in some places, violent means have been adopted, such as smashing and burning other people's property.

Dr. King objected to this. Perhaps it was because of the internal disagreement that people were confused. He had to explain it clearly.

"No, father, let's just say a few words."

Several Negroes made an indisputable eye contact, and then the leader began to talk to Dr. King.

With the deepening of the topic, Dr. King felt strange. What these people talked to him about was not about skin color, but about the process of wedding in church?

Is it worth waiting for so many people to wait until three o'clock in the middle of the night?

However, out of his own duty, he patiently answered their questions. He did not support or object to the feelings of the same sex, but they also had the right to marry in his church, and there was no problem with the collective wedding.

This is equality.

Several black men turned darker, as if the answer insulted them, but the color in their eyes was not seen by King.

"Thank you, father. You answered our doubts. This is a small gift from us."

With that, the leading youth with a kind attitude took out a long box from his arms, opened it and handed it to Dr. King. Inside was a cigar that looked very high-end.

Not only the leaves are very complete, but also a small black and yellow ribbon, which is a high-end product of Skywalker tobacco and wine company of Wilson enterprise.

"I just do my job. I don't need your gifts. God loves everyone, regardless of their skin color or gender." Dr. King gently opened the gift box. He could not accept gifts from strangers.

"No, we bought it with a lot of money. You smell it. It's delicious."

The leading young black man took up the stick and put it under Dr. King's nose, while the others surrounded him vaguely.

Just when I couldn't get rid of it, suddenly a golden light flashed through the night. A golden boomerang came from nowhere. It not only cut off the youth's hand, but also put on the cigar and took it back to the corner.

"Is it? Really so fragrant? I smell it? "

The golden boomerang turned into a machete, and a knife flower was thrown in the hand of the comer. The cigar with material was put under the mask in a big way. The black and yellow armor was smoked and puffed, as if breathing hard.

The red one eye lit up from the darkness. Almost in the next moment, the death knell intervened in the crowd, isolating Dr. King who was still in a daze and splashed with blood.

"Not at all, not just mushrooms, but cold-blooded reptiles." As if the devil whispered: "do not say fake, dare to cheat 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 explode.

However, it takes one second for the two words "Hi, sea claw". Do ordinary people who are close to the death knell have one second to do their own business?

Today's nine headed snakes believe in both success and failure. Shouting slogans before death is definitely the most failed point, not to mention the longer version of "cut off one head and grow two heads.".

The golden bright knife light flash, several people's heads brush to move home, that wipe bright color too fast, in the retina is like a round moon rising in front of you.

The God killer instantly cut off the connection between the brain and spinal nerves, and death came so quickly."No!"

When his head fell on the snow, the words that Dr. King stopped were just coming out.

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 kill people? This is sin. " Dr. King sighed. He was not afraid of murderers. He was a priest. Although he was not many, there were still a few murderers in the confessional room of the church every year: "they just want me to smell their cigars."

Su Ming's expression under the mask is strange. How do you feel this is ambiguous?

But he still put away his machete, picked up a dead head from the ground and observed: "cigars are poisonous. I saved you. It's so simple."

"How do you know that?" Dr. King did not give in, and his eyes were full of distrust.

"I won't explain to you, believe it or not, go home. It's not something you can mix in." Su Ming raised his hand and lifted a mask from the dead man's head, revealing the original appearance of blonde hair and blue eyes below.

He said that he would not explain, but he still threw the mask and the golden head into the priest's arms. Fortunately, Dr. King was still wearing a black robe, but it was not dirty.

Dr. King is just kind but not stupid. Seeing that these people are really hiding their identity, and approaching him at night is also a conspiracy. He can't help but sigh and believe more than half of the killer's letter.

However, he felt that the other side was too cruel: "who are they? Who are you? "

"We have nothing to do with you. Continue with what you are doing as if nothing had happened today." Su Ming held out a black tentacle behind him. While Dr. King was talking to the host, he hanged the body and read their memory.

The black mucus flows through and takes away some things, and the street is clean.

"How can I take it that nothing happened?" Dr. King holds his head in his hand. I don't know whether to leave it or hold it. The nightmare is not so real?

Su Ming nodded, as if he understood something. He reached out and took away the black human skin mask and the head. He hid it behind his back and actually handed it to the hanging.

"Now, but please remember what I said. Don't chat with strangers on the balcony or the road. You will be killed by this habit. Don't judge a person by his skin color. There are many people with black skin and white heart. They don't oppose slavery. They only object to being a slave rather than a slave owner. "

Dr. King was silent. He knew what the situation was like, and his own equal rights movement was bound to bring hatred from others.

But at least there are people who support him and help him, and he can keep going.

"Why did you come to help me? Even to commit the crime of killing? "

Su Ming didn't specially come to help him. He just couldn't let the black-and-white conflict break out at this time. He slowly floated up and flew higher and higher. All the corpses and blood on the ground disappeared. Even the snow on the road seemed to be melting, and there was a big piece missing.

"Don't ask me the answer, ask yourself, what is your dream? To achieve it. "

With that, he sped up and disappeared into the night. The strangulation had read the key information. It had found Faust!

The movement of the death knell taking off slowly, the shining weapons of golden light, the black shadow behind him like wings, and the ability to come and go without trace all made Dr. Jin's mouth open.

Is this an angel?

The legendary angel is white, but God shows another possibility to his eyes!

It turns out that black and yellow people can also be angels. Black people and yellow people also have the right to go to heaven. It must be like this?! This is God's apocalypse for equal rights!

Dr. Jin returned home with a surge of emotion. Instead of going to the bedroom to find his sleeping wife, Dr. Jin went to the study on the third floor, looked through the glass at the sky where the death knell had disappeared, and murmured to himself:

"dream... I have a dream...

... I have a dream...

...

the one who is regarded as an angel by him is using the devil at this time Playing with a bunch of people the same way.

When Su Ming found Faust, the gentle nine headed snake leader was waiting for news in a farm not far away from the suburbs. Perhaps in his opinion, after the layout of Washington D.C. and SSR, he was sure to fly here for a mission.

An ordinary person, even a leader who represents many black people, is still an ordinary person.

Mushrooms from Africa are originally a kind of material for voodoo. After decades of careful cultivation, they have magnified the ability to hypnotize humans and make them obey orders like living corpses.

So he waited on the farm, waiting for his men to bring Dr. King.

When Su Ming touched the nearby area, he found that it was a farm with a large area, which should be planted with corn. Many dried corn stalks still stood in the snow, like dense curtains.

Faust's men, on the other hand, arranged a lot of lighting lamps in the farm, powered by a number of generators, so that every part of the vast farm was illuminated as a defensive measure.The second floor in the middle of the farm is Faust's temporary command post, and there are some newly built tents around, which are a little abrupt in the snow. The barn in the distance was locked, and I didn't know what was stored in it. There were patrols around it and some secret sentries.

Su Ming, hiding in the dark, touched his chin.

Farm, night, many generators. I feel that this scene is a little familiar. It seems that Faust is really considerate and has prepared a good game for the death knell.

It's not perfect before dawn, but just make do with it.

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