You're Under Arrest!

Inside the room, a dozen soldiers were forming a fan shape, pointing their guns at the two people sitting on the living room sofa. When the three approached, several soldiers moved aside, giving them space.

However, the room was already very crowded, with more than a dozen people, so there was limited space to make way. Chen Mo and his companion stepped forward and stood there with their heads held high, leaving no room for Brandt at all.

Faced with two High Priest were one level above him, Brandt had no choice but to stand silently behind them, though his fists behind his back were clenched tightly, and his downcast eyes were filled with hatred.

Brandt's subtle movements naturally did not escape the keen senses of Chen Mo. Even with his back to him, Chen Mo could clearly feel his every move. However, Chen Mo had no time to consider his feelings.

After glancing at the Pope speech playing on the television, Chen Mo turned to look at Airo Partger sitting on the sofa and said coldly without expression.

"Pastor Patjee, Brandt has reported you for possession of contraband. According to regulations, we are now conducting a search of your residence. Please cooperate."

Airo Partger, sitting on the sofa, turned his gaze through the gap between Chen Mo and John Preston to look at Brandt behind him.

Brandt met his gaze without flinching, but to his surprise, Elo Partger's gaze was devoid of anger or hatred; instead, it was utterly indifferent, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

This...?

This was completely different from what Brandt had imagined. Logically, since he had been exposed for his crimes, he should have hated himself intensely. How could he have no reaction at all, as if he had no emotions?

No emotions?!

Brandt was startled, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

However, Chen Mo didn't care what he thought and directly waved his hand to order the soldiers to start the search.

The room was small, so Chen Mo didn't let the dozens of soldiers guarding outside in. The dozen or so soldiers in the room were enough. With the two High Priest here, there was no need to worry about Elo Patje resisting.

The dozen or so soldiers immediately put away their weapons, split up, and entered the various rooms to conduct a thorough search.

Brandt, feeling uneasy, wanted to search inside himself, but he was stopped by Chen Mo just as he lifted his foot and before he could take a step.

"Priest Brandt, you don't need to go in person."

Brandt, however, was unwilling to stop there and argued with a serious expression.

"I'm worried they might have missed something, or maybe it's me..."

But before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo interrupted him.

"Priest Brandt! As the whistleblower, you should recuse yourself!"

Chen Mo spoke coldly, reprimanding him in a superior's tone, before turning to John Paston beside him.

"Cleric Preston, since Priest Brandt is not at ease, I would like to trouble you to search the place yourself."

John Peston nodded slightly upon hearing this, without even glancing at Brandt, and turned to walk into the inner room.

John Peston, as the strongest among the Jehovah Clerics, possessed top-notch observational skills and intuition, and his mission record had always been outstanding, so Brandt could no longer insist on conducting the search himself.

However, his unease grew even stronger, though he couldn't pinpoint the problem.

The search ended quickly amidst anxious waiting, but yielded nothing.

"Impossible! Let me search again!"

Brandt simply couldn't accept this result. He had witnessed Elo Partger take a book out of the Church building. He had been thrilled and was looking forward to making a great contribution and being promoted to High Priest. But when he suddenly heard that nothing had been found, Brandt was filled with disbelief and loudly questioned the decision.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent. Everyone in the room, including Chen Mo and John Preston standing in front of him, Elo Patjee and Mary O'Brien sitting on the sofa, and the soldiers who had finished searching the surroundings, all turned their attention to him.

John Preston had already searched it himself. As the whistleblower, he should have avoided suspicion, but he insisted on searching it himself, which was very unusual. Moreover, his reaction just now was not like that of someone who used "Bosean". He seemed more like Emotion Crime!

"What's wrong?"

Brandt, unaware of his own unusual behavior, asked a question when he saw everyone looking at him, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Mo scrutinized him with icy eyes and stepped in front of him.

"Priest Brandt, I now suspect you have emotions. Please stand still and cooperate with the examination!"

"What?! How could I possibly..."

Brandt looked incredulous and raised his hand to explain.

The moment he raised his hand, more than a dozen soldiers pointed their rifles at him. John Preston even slid two classroom pistols from his sleeve and pointed them at his vitals.

Sweat poured down Brandt's forehead instantly. With a dozen rifles and the High Priest's twin pistols pointed at him, he dared not move an inch. His hands froze in the air, neither daring to raise them again nor to lower them casually, remaining suspended in the air at an angle.

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

Chen Mo ignored him and walked straight up to him, placing his hands on the pockets of his suit jacket.

The sensation in his waist told Brandt that his pockets were empty, but he noticed that Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed. Just as he sensed something was wrong, Chen Mo had already extended two fingers and put them into his pocket. Before Brandt could react, Chen Mo's fingers were pulled out, and between his two fingers was a palm-sized book!

"Priest Brandt! You are under arrest!"

In the Church building, in Vice Chairman Dupont's office, Chen Mo, John Preston, and Elo Partger stood in front of DuPont's desk, while Brandt, who was handcuffed, stood to the side with two soldiers holding his arms.

"Priest James, what's going on?"

DuPont sat behind his large desk and looked at Brandt, who was handcuffed, and asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, we searched Father Patje's residence as you ordered, but found no contraband."

Chen Mo stood tall and slender in front of DuPont, his cold and stern face devoid of any emotion.

"But during this period, Father Brandt's behavior was somewhat unusual."