When You Grow Up, You'll Understand

"This time I went back to the Los Angeles headquarters to report on my work. Because I have repeatedly defeated powerful devils and achieved outstanding performance, the higher-ups decided to promote me and give me a raise. My work environment has also been changed to the big city of Los Angeles."

Jacob, the head of the household, who was driving, couldn't stand it anymore. What Los Angeles headquarters? What extermination of demons? He had never heard of them before.

He gripped the steering wheel, interrupting Russell's rambling, and asked, "Father Russell, can you tell me the difference between Eastern Orthodoxy, Catholicism, and Protestantism?"

Russell: "..."

The fake priest was no match for the real priest and was instantly exposed. Russell only knew Christianity and could not distinguish between the three, so he chose to remain silent.

"Also, the combat department you mentioned, I've never heard anyone mention it before, not even once in 20 years."

"Russell, ignore your dad, keep telling your demon-slaying stories!"

Scott didn't care whether Russell was a fraud or not; he only knew that Russell's stories were very interesting and perfect for passing the time.

Her sister Kate felt the same way; her father Jacob's dull and uninteresting priesthood was completely uninteresting, while Russell's stories were much more fun and engaging.

"The affairs of our secret department are strictly confidential to the outside world, so it is understandable that some priests are unaware of them."

Russell stubbornly insisted on saying something and began to recount his personal experience, "I once fought against the devil's minions in Mug Town, rescued a high school girl who was possessed by a demon, and there was also a powerful Witch who wanted to sacrifice the entire town..."

"The Hockey Mask killer from Crystal Lake, the Texas Chainsaw Man, Freddy from my dreams, and the white-masked killer from Halloween—I personally sent them all back to hell..."

"Wait, isn't this a character from a movie?"

"It's real!"

"Okay, you can continue..."

"On another occasion, I took over the corpse of a Witch from the Middle Ages. She had been sealed away by the Pope himself, and I was the one who killed her..."

"A medieval Pope!?"

"Yes!"

"Why didn't the Pope just kill the Witch, but instead chose to seal her away?" Scott discovered the blind student.

Russell shook his head slightly. "Child, you are still young, there are some things you don't understand, and I can't explain them to you."

"Tell me about it!"

"Alright, I'll make an exception and tell you some of the rules of this industry, but you absolutely mustn't spread them around..." Russell said with the ugly face of an adult, "Under normal circumstances, we don't advocate killing. After all, it's not easy for people to make a living like this. Resources are scarce and need to be recycled. If we wipe them out all at once, what will happen to the next generation?"

Kate and Scott didn't really understand, but it sounded impressive.

"To put it this way, take your father, Mr. Jacob, as an example. He consecrates... cough cough, he persuades a believer to do good and helps the person hear the voice of the Lord. He certainly can't do it all at once."

"Why?" Scott asked, Kate also cast a curious glance at him.

"If I do it once, I can only buy you a toy, but if I do it twice, it'll be different. Kate will get a new outfit. If Mr. Jacob were a little more diligent, maybe that believer could support both of you from elementary school all the way to college graduation."

The boy and girl's eyes widened upon hearing this, Scott immediately asked, "Dad, is that really true?"

Jacob gripped the steering wheel, feeling that letting Russell into the car was a mistake, and said irritably, "Don't listen to his nonsense, how could such a thing be possible!"

"But I remember when I was six years old, you would attend church services for the pretty aunt next door every two or three days..."

"Shut up! I was just invited to her family gathering!"

"Then why did the uncle next door beat you up? It must be because you were caught cheating money."

"I, I..."

Jacob was exhausted. Seeing Russell's amused smile in the rearview mirror, he twitched his eye and admitted, "That's right, I did scam you. That's how you and Kate got your toys, even this car."

Scott exclaimed in amazement, "Russell, you're amazing! If you hadn't told me, I would never have guessed the truth."

"Young man, you will know... on the day you grow up."

Then came another round of boasting, mainly Russell doing the nonsense, while Scott and Kate listened.

As night fell, Jacob, exhausted from a long day of driving, stopped at a motel and told his children to get a good night's rest.

Although you can shower, rest, and take care of personal hygiene in a motorhome, the space is not spacious enough, and it is ultimately not as comfortable as sleeping in a hotel.

"I hate motels. They're always dirty, greasy, and smelly, and there are cockroaches everywhere," Kate complained. Girls are clean, and she'd rather sleep in a campervan.

"Stop talking, I'll find a clean hotel..." Jacob took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and prepared to spend a little money to please his children.

"Jacob, if you don't mind, I'll pay for tonight's accommodation." Russell pulled out his credit card and waved it around. His $1 million credit card came in handy once again.

Jacob did not insist and nodded in agreement. According to Russell's story, this fake priest who swindled people out of food and drink was not short of money at all.

Russell led the three of them to the best motel, and they booked two rooms in total. Jacob and his family of three stayed in one room, and he slept in the other.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Russell was having breakfast at the restaurant when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jacob and his family boarding their RV, accompanied by two strange men.

They weren't exactly strangers; one of the men looked familiar, very familiar, but Russell remembered his face, though he couldn't quite place his name.

Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Following Jacob's family was definitely the right decision; the plot had been triggered so quickly.

Inside the RV, Seth, a wanted criminal whom the police were pursuing and whom Russell recognized, held a gun to Jacob's lower back and ordered him to start the car.

His brother Richard, on the other hand, kept an eye on Kate and Scott to prevent them from secretly calling the police.

The two brothers are outlaws. Seth killed two police officers in a bank robbery and was on trial when his brother Richard, a notorious robber and rapist, helped him escape in broad daylight.

In total, 17 people died at the hands of the two men: 5 Texas Patrolmen, 8 federal police officers, and 4 innocent civilians.

The two men were guilty of heinous crimes, and their arrogant and unscrupulous style angered the entire America police force. The Texas Police Department launched a massive manhunt, cooperating with the FBI to capture them.

Richard, the younger brother who is somewhat mentally unstable, chooses to fight the police, but his Seth is much more rational. He takes Jacob's family hostage and plans to go to Mexico to escape justice.

"Mr. Jacob, I have no intention of harming you. Once we reach Mexico, I will let your family leave."

Seth said very politely, but the gun in his hand made it impossible for Jacob to refuse. For the safety of his children, he had no choice but to negotiate with the tiger.

Bang bang bang!!

Russell, carrying his suitcase, pounded on the car door. "Jacob, are you suffering from amnesia? Why didn't you call me before you left? You promised to take me to Las Vegas!"

Seth subtly holstered his gun behind his back and said with a smile, "Open the door!"

Jacob cursed him inwardly as an idiot, but forced a smile and said, "He's a fraud. I was just giving him a ride; there's no need for him to..."

"Open the door!"

"All right..."

With the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his lower back, Jacob glanced at Russell, who was grinning outside the door, sighed deeply, and opened the car door.