My Iron Suit

In the room, more than a dozen soldiers were surrounded by fans, and the guns were aimed at the two people sitting on the sofa in the living room. When the three men stepped forward, several soldiers held their guns to one side and gave the three people a piece. space.

However, the room contained a dozen people who were already very crowded, so the space for the opening was limited. Chen Mo and the two went forward, and the Malaysian Golden Knife went there for a stop, leaving no place for Brant.

In the face of two senior priests who were one level higher than him, Brant had to stand silently behind the two, but his fist behind him was squatting, and his low eyes were even more Full of hate.

Brant's little movements are naturally not sensational. Chen Mo, even if he is facing him, Chen Mo can clearly feel his every move, but Chen Moke is not in the mood to consider his feelings.

After glanced at the pope's speech on the TV, Chen Mo turned to look at Alo Patje, who was sitting on the sofa, whispering in a blank expression.

"Patje priest, Brant reports that you are hiding contraband. According to the regulations, we are going to search your residence now, please cooperate."

Alo Patja sat on the sofa and heard the words turn around, passing through the gap between Chen Mo and John Peston, looking at Brant.

Brant succumbed to his gaze without retreating, but beyond his surprise, Alo Patja looked at his eyes without anger or hatred, but rather plain, there seems to be no Emotions are contained in it.

This……?

This is completely different from Brant's imagination. It is reasonable to say that he was exposed to crimes by himself. He should hate himself so much, how can he react without any feeling, as if there is no emotion.

No emotion? !

Brant couldn't help but be surprised. There was a bad hunch in my heart.

However, Chen Moke did not care what he thought, and immediately waved and ordered a group of soldiers to start searching.

There was limited space in the room. Chen Mo did not let dozens of soldiers outside to be on alert. The dozens of people in the room were enough. There were two senior priests here. Don’t worry about Ai Luo Patjie’s resistance. .

More than a dozen soldiers immediately took up their weapons and entered the rooms separately, carefully searching them.

Brant wanted to go inside and search for it because of his uneasiness in his heart, but he just lifted his foot and was stopped by Chen Mo before he stepped out.

"Brant priest, you don't have to go in person."

Brant was not willing to stop like this, a look of true color.

"I am worried that they will miss something, or me..."

Just waiting for him to finish, Chen Mo directly interrupted him.

"Brant priest! As a reporter, you should avoid it!"

Chen Mo’s voice was cold, and he was smothered with his superior tone. He turned to his side and said to John Peston.

"The Peston cleric, since the Brant priest is not at ease, I will trouble you to search it yourself."

John Peston heard a nod, and didn't look at Brent. He turned and walked to the room inside.

As the strongest of the Yahwehs, John Peston has the best ability to observe and intuition. His mission record has always been the best, so Brant can't continue to insist on himself. search.

However, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart has become more intense, but he can't say where the problem lies.

In an anxious wait, the search ended soon, but the result was nothing.

"Impossible! Let me search again!"

Brant couldn't accept the result. He saw Ayle Patja take a book out of the church building. He was still excited. He was looking forward to taking this opportunity to make a great contribution and promote him to a senior priest. At this time, I suddenly heard that I didn't find anything. Brant couldn't help but face it and loudly raised questions.

Just after he finished speaking, the scene was quiet for a moment, everyone in the room, including Chen Mo, John Peston, standing in front of him, Ayla Patja and Mary sitting on the sofa. O'Brien, and the soldiers who had been searched around all of them fell on his body.

John Peston has personally searched. He should have avoided it as a reporter, but he still insisted on searching for himself. This is very unusual in itself, and his reaction was not like the use of "Bosian". Some states, like the emotional criminals!

"what happened?"

Brant did not notice his anomaly, and everyone saw them looking at themselves, and some unclear asked.

Chen Mo’s eyes examined him coldly and stepped forward to him.

"Brant cleric, I now doubt that you have feelings, please stand still and do not move, cooperate with the inspection!"

"What?! How can I..."

Brant was unbelievable and couldn't help but raise his hand to explain.

Who knows that just in the moment when his hand was lifted up, more than a dozen soldiers pointed the rifle in his hand and pointed it at him. John Peston even slipped two classroom-specific pistols from the cuffs and pointed the muzzle His key points.

The sweat brush on Brant’s head came down. He was pointed by more than a dozen rifles and high-priest priests. He no longer dared to move a little. His hands were stiff in the air, and he dared not continue to lift. I didn’t dare to let it go, so I was so slanting in the air.

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

Chen Mo ignored him and came to him in front of him, putting his hands on the pockets on both sides of his system.

The touch between the waist and the abdomen tells Brant that there is nothing in his pocket, but he finds that Chen Mo’s expression in front suddenly changes. www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he feels wrong, Chen Mo has extended two fingers. Into his pocket, not waiting for Brant to react, the next moment, Chen Mo's fingers have been pulled out, and between his two fingers, there is a book of slap-sized size!

"Brant priest! You are arrested!"

......

In the church building, DuPont’s office, Chen Mo and John Peston, Ai Luo Patjie stood at Dupont’s desk, while Brent, with handcuffs, was caught by two soldiers. Arms stood aside.

"James priest, what is going on?"

Dupont sat behind the large desk and looked at Brent, who was picked up, and asked.

"Sir, we searched the residence of the priests of Patja according to your order and found no contraband."

The body of Chen Mogao’s slender figure stands straight in front of Dupont, with no feelings on his cold face.

"But the behavior of Brent priests was somewhat abnormal."