Capture!

John Peston rushed over to the group, grabbed the rifle of the first man, and twisted it hard. The soldier screamed as John Peston twisted the rifle in his hand, along with his finger on the trigger, more than ninety degrees. His finger made a clicking sound, and even if it wasn't broken, it was definitely seriously injured.

However, John Preston did not stop. He gripped the barrel of the rifle and pushed the soldier's back with all his might. With a "crack," the soldier's arm holding the gun was twisted from in front of him to behind, clearly exceeding the normal range of motion of a human arm. The soldier let out an even louder scream, obviously his arm had been broken by John Preston.

Next, John Peston pulled hard on the barrel of the rifle, causing the soldier, who had completely lost his fighting ability, to fall forward and his rifle was completely in John Peston's hands.

The next moment, John Preston, gun in both hands, slipped and quickly moved in front of another soldier who was pointing a rifle at him. He forcefully deflected the rifle outward, knocking the rifle out of the other soldier's hand, and then inserted his own rifle through the gap in the soldier's helmet, pointing it at the soldier's neck.

"Don't shoot! This is legal entry!"

The soldiers, who were being held captive by John Preston, shouted immediately.

"We have an arrest warrant for your wife! She is charged with an Emotion Crime!"

John Peston froze upon hearing this, putting down his rifle and slowly turning around to look incredulously at his wife, who was being held by two soldiers.

John Peston's wife looked at him with a face full of reluctance, then suddenly broke free from the two soldiers' restraints, rushed to John Peston, and kissed his lips forcefully.

"Grab her!"

"Take her away immediately!"

Two soldiers rushed forward, grabbed John Peston's wife again, and dragged her out of the room.

As he was being dragged away, John Preston's wife shouted at him with a furious expression.

"Remember me!"

John Preston stood there, stunned. His previously cold expression now showed confusion and panic, and his usually calm eyes began to tremble violently, mirroring the turmoil in his heart.

As if sensing something, John Preston abruptly turned his head to look in the direction he had just rushed from. At the end of the corridor, two small figures were leaning against each other, standing there quietly watching him.

However, they were his son, who was not yet ten years old, and his daughter, who was only four years old.

They witnessed their mother being taken away by soldiers, yet they neither cried nor made a fuss. Like John Preston, they had been injected with "Bosean," suppressing their emotions. Even when their loved ones were taken away, they could not feel pain. However, deep within their hearts, they could not remain calm as before. A peculiar feeling was growing in their hearts, and even "Bosean" could not completely suppress that intense emotion.

Just as the family was speechless and their feelings were complicated and hard to understand, Chen Mo's tall figure walked in from the doorway.

He first knelt down and picked up a neatly folded black priest's robe from the ground, which John Peston's wife had dropped when she was arrested.

Chen Mo held the clothes in one hand, while the other hand reached into the pocket of the clothes and pulled out a box-shaped syringe, slightly larger than a cigarette box, and handed it to John Peston.

"I think you need this."

John Peston glanced down at the syringe in his hand, then looked up at Chen Mo in front of him. After a long while, he reached out and took the syringe, but instead of taking the medicine out of the box and injecting it, he put it directly into his pocket.

Meeting John Preston's once again icy gaze, Chen Mo felt a sense of estrangement even though he didn't speak. After all, he was the one who led the team to capture his wife, and even with the suppression of "Bosean," it was impossible for him not to have any resentment towards him. However, Chen Mo didn't care about this.

Seeing that John Preston had taken the syringe, he nodded slightly to him and turned to leave.

This incident did not affect Church affairs; John Preston, whose wife had just been arrested and who faced cremation as punishment, still needed to continue his duties.

A few days later, Chen Mo and John Pushton set off for Nithers District 5 to carry out a mission to eliminate a smuggling ring of more than 30 people.

Sitting in the car, the two remained silent the entire way, a faint sense of estrangement lingering between them, a far cry from their former intimacy and familiarity.

John Peston's wife was cremated yesterday. Under the control of "Bosean," John Peston attended his wife's execution with a blank expression. However, since then, the two have communicated much less, and John Peston has remained silent with a cold face unless necessary.

Chen Mo didn't offer any further explanation. After arriving at the location, he got out of the car and rushed into the building. He then pulled out two pistols from his sleeves and began fighting with dozens of armed men inside.

Although John Preston followed Chen Mo the building, he did not join the battle. Instead, he wandered around the building alone. As he passed a wall, John Preston noticed a row of bullet holes. He took off his right glove and continued walking forward, stretching his arm to the right and gently running his fingers over the bullet holes and the wall, feeling the different sensations. His expression was as cold as before, yet it seemed somewhat different.

John Peston took a few steps forward, gently touching the wall, when suddenly he stopped and turned to look at the bullet hole under his finger.

Perhaps due to the shooting angle, or some other factor, unlike other bullet holes which were merely dents in the wall, the bullet hole in his hand pierced through the wall, creating a through-hole. A beam of warm yellow light shone out from this hole, casting a warm glow on his pale fingers.

John Preston withdrew his right hand and curiously leaned in to peer through the hole at the wall behind it.

Upon seeing this, John Preston's heart skipped a beat. It was a secret room filled with various works of art, decorations, and other prohibited items. But unlike his usual indifference, John Preston felt a strong sense of curiosity at this moment.

So instead of calling in soldiers to clean up and burn it as usual, John Preston found the entrance to the secret chamber alone and went inside by himself.