Out of Control!

This is a completely enclosed room of about 20 square meters. Apart from the hidden door we just entered through, there are no windows. Only various table lamps emit a dim, soft light, illuminating this small, secret room.

The walls and a long table in the middle were filled with all sorts of things: exquisite vases, old oil lamps, decorations of various shapes, and stacks of books that were old and yellowed but well-preserved.

The walls were covered with exquisite oil paintings, and the gaps were filled with posters and photos. Many paintings that couldn't be hung were placed on the floor against the wall. It seems that this is their storage room for contraband.

John Preston strolled casually along the wall, like a child who had discovered a new continent, fiddling with the various things on the table from time to time. When he came to a record player, he couldn't help but stop, and curiously picked up a vinyl record on it. He saw two lines of text written in the blank space in the middle.

Symphony No. 9.

Ludwig van Beethoven.

John Peston put the record back, fumbled for the needle, and started the record player.

The black record began to spin slowly, but no sound came out.

John Preston ignored it and turned to look at something else. He picked up a palm-sized transparent Crystal from a nearby table. Inside the Crystal was a beautiful iron tower, with many white snowflake-like things covering the base of the tower.

John Peston curiously spun the Crystal slowly, and the snowflakes beneath it began to flow with his movements.

After he rotated the crystal ball 180 degrees, all the snowflakes went to the top of the tower. Then he quickly turned the Crystal back, and the snowflakes above slowly drifted down, creating a beautiful scene of the Eiffel Tower in the snow.

John Preston, who had not seen snow since the war, was mesmerized, gazing intently at the snowflakes slowly falling above the Eiffel Tower, as if the scene in the Crystal had come to life, and he himself was there.

Just as John Preston was engrossed in the sight, a solemn and grand melody suddenly rang out, instantly pulling him out of his reverie of the Crystal's beauty.

This music...

At first, John Peston only felt that the music brought a somber and oppressive atmosphere, but as he listened, it gradually intensified and began to become majestic and powerful, with an overwhelming momentum, full of tremendous shock and tragic color.

John Preston was completely captivated by the music, standing there dumbfounded, his entire being absorbed in the grand symphony.

In the oppressive and melancholic music, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive under the dark rule, oppressed and conservative; then, the music began to become passionate and tragic, and finally, some warriors, unwilling to be oppressed, rose up in resistance, leading the people in a heroic battle to pursue freedom and equality, great and tragic; in the end, they broke through the deep darkness that shrouded the world and ushered in the light!

John Preston felt his Mind Stone deeply touched, his emotions rising and falling with the music. The sound that reached his soul made his body tremble slightly. His hand, which was holding the Crystal, unconsciously let go, and the Crystal spun and fell, while snowflakes drifted freely around the Eiffel Tower.

"Bump!"

The Crystal fell to the ground and shattered, its liquid spilling everywhere, but John Preston seemed oblivious, still immersed in the music, unable to tear himself away.

This is a magnificent ode filled with philosophical and heroic sentiments. Through this work, the author expresses humanity's will to fight for freedom and firmly believes that this struggle will ultimately end in human victory, and that humanity will surely gain joy and unity.

Although he had never heard it before, he could clearly feel what the composer wanted to express from the music and was deeply moved by it.

He felt as if his entire spirit had been elevated, and in the dim light, he seemed to see boundless light and glory!

Amidst this stirring and magnificent music, John Preston felt as if he were part of it all. Two streams of tears involuntarily flowed down his cheeks. Thinking of his wife, who had been taken away by the Church and burned to death, John Preston completely lost control of his emotions, knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and wept uncontrollably.

Just then, a creaking sound suddenly rang out, followed by footsteps coming from the hidden door of the secret room, heading towards his location.

John Preston released his hands and saw a pair of black leather shoes stop in front of him. Looking up, he saw a familiar grey priest's uniform, a tall figure, and a stern face.

John Peston gave a wry smile.

"I never imagined that my husband and I would both fall into your hands."

"Let's get started!"

The person who entered the secret room and saw his emotional breakdown was none other than Chen Mo. Having partnered with Chen Mo for so long, John Preston knew his strength all too well. He had basically reached the level of High Priest. Even if there was a slight gap between him and Chen Mo, it was not something that John could resolve in a short time.

Now that Chen Mo has come here, he has obviously dealt with all the armed men and begun searching for contraband. The soldiers of the Cleansing Squad should have entered as well. As soon as the gunfire starts, they will definitely be attracted. Normally, John Preston would not be afraid of these soldiers, but if they intervene while he is fighting Chen Mo, they could pose a considerable threat to him.

Moreover, in his emotionally broken state, he was not in a fighting condition at all, and was no match for Chen Mo, who had just eliminated a group of militants and was just warming up.

Knowing that resistance was futile, John Preston, immersed in grief, had no intention of making any more pointless struggles. He simply relaxed, slumped down on the ground, and waited for Chen Mo to make his move.

Chen Mo glanced down at the tear stains on John Preston's face, but instead of taking action, he turned and walked away.

"Come with me somewhere tonight."

Chen Mo's voice rang out at the doorway, but when John Pest looked up, he found that Chen Mo had already left and closed the secret door to the room.

What does this mean?

John Peston slowly stood up from the ground, his face full of confusion.

Shouldn't he have arrested himself without hesitation, just like last time, or simply shot himself dead on the spot?