Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 115: The Cult’s Playground

"Take him to the temple. I need their information."

Marshall waved his hand, and Liu Tingbao was carried away by two masked men in black coats.

All facilities in the amusement park have been shut down, and many have been converted into residences by cult members. Some people even live in the Ferris wheel.

Liu Tingbao, with a mask on his face, said nothing, his arms tucked under his armpits in a black coat, and was obediently led to the haunted house by them.

There were colorful graffiti of monsters from movies and TV shows on the walls of the haunted house. Liu Tingbao sneered inwardly. The cult members must have intentionally cleaned the exterior of the haunted house, but the work was not thorough. Their resources and capabilities were not even a little bit inferior to those of the school. Why didn't they just paint it again?

Now, Liu Tingbao feels somewhat uneasy. He doesn't know what kind of torture he will face in the future, and he doesn't have much confidence that he can survive it.

If the cult's methods of torture were too brutal, Liu Tingbao could only pin his hopes on the school, and the soldiers would better rescue him quickly. He didn't want to die yet! Returning to his hometown was still Liu Tingbao's deepest obsession.

Entering the haunted house, you will see all kinds of lighting equipment randomly placed. There are no windows inside the haunted house, and it is a nearly fully enclosed building, so electric lights are needed even during the day.

Liu Tingbao was held by the arms by two men in black coats and led into the deepest part of the haunted house. This was once the location of the last theme scene of the haunted house, "Devil Jesus", but now it has become a cult's temple.

The decoration style inside the sanctuary is no different from that of ordinary churches. The only difference is that there is no crucifix on the wall of the sanctuary, only an inverted hanging cross and a huge stone base that is unoccupied.

thump!

Liu Tingbao was pushed hard by the men in black coats and fell to his knees, but a man's knees are made of gold, and Liu Tingbao, with his hands tied behind his back, still wanted to stand up again.

The lambs outside moved around without knowing how to behave, and the eyes of the two men in black coats exposed outside their veils suddenly became very angry.

"Stupid lamb! This is the throne! Kneel down now!!!"

A man in a black coat kicked Liu Tingbao hard in the right knee. Liu Tingbao felt the pain and immediately bent his right knee and fell to the ground.

Liu Tingbao didn't know what it meant to give in. When Zhang Qiang cut off his nose and threatened to cut off his vital parts, Liu Tingbao cursed loudly and refused to give in. But now, Liu Tingbao chose to remain silent.

Isn't it good to be alive? At least there is hope when alive, and this hope is given to him by Zhang Qiang. Liu Tingbao has confidence in the Tianming Army that he relies on.

"Why don't you kneel down? That's... God."

Liu Tingbao pretended to be calm and turned his head to look at the two people behind him.

The two men in black coats who were standing waiting for Marshall stared with their eyes wide open. Liu Tingbao, who had no nose, even dared to ridicule them. Doesn't this ugly lamb know what awe and fear are?

"Has this lamb awakened?"

"Looking at his face, he must have been in a lot of pain."

"Perhaps the bishop brought him here to convert him and let him see the greatness of God."

The two men in black coats were talking in a low voice, but these words naturally did not escape Liu Tingbao's ears.

Combined with what he saw outside the haunted house, Liu Tingbao guessed that these people in black coats were middle- and high-level believers of the cult. Their characteristics were obvious: they all carried guns and weapons and had six-pointed star patterns on their foreheads. Those men, women, and children wearing other clothes looked more like ordinary people who had been brainwashed.

Tick..tick..tick..tick...

The sound of boots stamping could be heard on the road leading to the cathedral. Marshall took off his veil and walked over, step by step, to the front of the huge stone seat.

Liu Tingbao guessed that he was going to sit down, but Marshall bowed respectfully to the stone chair.

"God, if this fallen lamb can hear your words and is willing to dedicate himself to you, I will give him the opportunity to join us."

Marshall muttered to himself at the stone seat.

The self-talk of these cults was very ridiculous in Liu Tingbao's eyes. These people must be crazy to behave like clowns.

The two men in black coats standing behind Liu Tingbao knelt on the ground, pretending to listen to the teachings, and began to repent and pray.

"A bunch of idiots."

Liu Tingbao couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Using this trick to deal with him, was he trying to fool someone?

Marshall turned and looked at the three people under the church. The men in black coats were all praying, but Liu Tingbao was the only one who raised his head and looked at the stone seat fearlessly.

"Lamb, tell me everything you know. This is your only chance."

When Marshall saw Liu Tingbao's indifferent look, his dark face suddenly became much more serious.

The foreigners' crude strategy of using courtesy before force was really ridiculous, but Liu Tingbao did not dare to push them too far. He could delay time by leaking some information appropriately.

"I know what you want. Let me tell you, you can't beat the school. Do you understand?"

Liu Tingbao appeared very confident, but his facial expression also showed a hint of helplessness as a prisoner.

"School? Go on." Marshall looked interested.

Liu Tingbao said: "Glan Town Middle School is our territory. There are hundreds of soldiers inside, and each of them has full automatic firepower."

"We have machine guns, launchers, and explosive grenades. Including me as a member of the labor force, hundreds of us are proficient in the use of firearms. Everyone can fight with a gun."

In fact, Marshall could guess most of this information without Liu Tingbao telling him. His followers had seen these soldiers in black uniforms in the wild more than once. By summarizing the scattered information, they could fully infer the strength of the school.

But guessing it yourself and having it confirmed by others are two different things. When Marshall learned that there were hundreds of people and hundreds of guns in the school, his face became extremely ugly.

"Is that all you know? Then you're of little use to God."

Marshall stared into Liu Tingbao's eyes and threatened him, trying to dig out more useful intelligence.

Liu Tingbao lowered his head, feeling disappointed. This black man had some brains and was not fooled by these rough intelligence. He wanted to know more, but what else could Liu Tingbao say? Reveal those sparsely manned strongholds?

Compared with these unpredictable evil cults, Liu Tingbao suddenly had a smiling face of his compatriot in his mind, Zhang Qiang! ! Principal Zhang is even scarier! !

"Don't want to say it or can't remember it? Lamb, you need a reminder."

Seeing that Liu Tingbao didn't say anything, Marshall winked at the two men in black coats.

"Stupid yellow monkey!!"

The men in black coats cursed angrily. They had no manners at all. Facing the heretic Liu Tingbao, not killing him outright was already the greatest restraint they had shown.

Liu Tingbao was beaten and kicked by two cult members. He tried to protect his head, but his hands were tied behind his back and he could not move.

A big foot kicked Liu Tingbao's stomach fiercely. Liu Tingbao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his intestines were trembling.

"Fuck your mother! Try harder! Have you eaten yet? Do you want daddy to cook for you?!"

Liu Tingbao was lying on the ground, cursing and swearing as he was tied up and beaten. He, who already had a bad temper, could no longer hold back.

When the two men in black coats heard Liu Tingbao cursing in English, they became even more violent and punched and kicked Liu Tingbao. Liu Tingbao was hit hard in the face and abdomen, and soon he vomited bloody vomit.

"I......"

Liu Tingbao lay on the ground weakly, like a dead dog lying in a pool of filth.

Seeing that Liu Tingbao seemed to want to say something, Marshall spoke out to stop the believer's actions.

"What did he want to say?"

A man in a black coat understood what Marshall meant and squatted down to try to hear Liu Tingbao's voice clearly.

"I.."

Liu Tingbao half-closed his eyes weakly, looking powerless.

The man in the black coat frowned, changed his posture, and put his ear close to Liu Tingbao's mouth.

"Fuck your mother!!!!"

Liu Tingbao, who had a weak face, suddenly became ferocious. He jumped up and bit the man in black coat's ear, and a bloody taste flowed into his mouth.

The man in the black coat cursed loudly, seeming to feel no pain. He grabbed Liu Tingbao's neck and tried to make him let go, but Liu Tingbao bit his ear tightly and kept biting it with his teeth. Even though he was lacking oxygen and his face was already red, he refused to stop.

Chila...

Finally, Liu Tingbao bit off the man in the black coat's ear. This time, Liu Tingbao was really out of strength. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath with a human ear in his mouth.

"Bishop, we should sacrifice him to God."

The man in black coat whose left ear was bitten off stood up from the ground. He never cried out in pain from beginning to end. It was as if the pain nerves in his body did not exist.

A smile appeared on Marshall's face. Liu Tingbao's resistance did not make him angry, but made him feel even more amused.

"No, take him to the dungeon. There is a legacy of God in your blood. If he can withstand the consequences of the gift, it means that God recognizes him. Then, he will become a faithful believer."

Marshall said with a smile.

The man in the black coat who had lost his left ear nodded respectfully. The bishop had already spoken, and even if he still had anger towards Liu Tingbao in his heart, it was impossible for him to take action against Liu Tingbao.

But can this yellow skin really bear the gift of God? The man in the black coat thought with disdain.

Two believers dragged Liu Tingbao away like garbage. Marshall turned to look at the stone seat, bowed respectfully and continued to pray.

"Wait..."

Marshall was the only one left in the entire church, but a dull voice came from nowhere, echoing faintly in the closed church.