Angel City Los Angeles!

Located in southwestern California, the United States is the second largest city after New York and the largest city in the west.

Once the entire California, including Nevada, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and other regions, were all Mexico's territory.

While guarding the Atlantic Ocean, the US empire was obsessed with the Pacific Ocean. So under the banner of freedom and democracy, it launched the US-Mexico War in the name of God.

After the war, Mexico's territory was reduced by half, and even the U.S. generals who participated in the war admitted that it was an unjust war.

A sad story that reminds the world that a bad neighbor will destroy your family!

Russell took the Jacobs' family to Las Vegas, then bought a used car, and rushed to the Los Angeles church headquarters.

The headquarters is northwest of downtown Los Angeles, covering a small area. From the outside, it looks just an extremely ordinary chapel. It is surrounded by trees and fallen leaves on the ground, making it look extremely secluded.

The familiar routine confirmed what Russell thought, and the supernatural power was secretly and low-key, and was unknown to outsiders.

The cross was erected on the large wooden church roof. Russell parked his car aside and walked towards the church gate on the dead leaves.

At the main entrance of the church, an elderly nun wearing reading glasses was slowly cleaning the fallen leaves with a broom. What made Russell confused was that the old man was holding a cigarette in his mouth and squirting the ashes.

When the old nun saw Russell appear, he stopped to swallow clouds and sniffle, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stepped on the sparks with one foot.

"Child, who are you looking for?"

"Well……"

To be honest, Russell didn't know who he was looking for, so he took out a transfer order from his suitcase and handed it to the old nun.

The old nun glanced at him and smiled slightly: "The bishop has been waiting for you, but... you seem to be late."

"Haha, something happened on the road, and it was delayed for two days."

"Come with me here..."

The old nun raised her foot and frowned suddenly, looking at the cigarette butts on the ground: "Times have changed, and it's okay for young people to lack faith today. They actually threw cigarette butts at the entrance of the church, without any public morality."

Russell:(One.One゛)

"Child, look at what I do, don't you think I threw it away?"

"No, it's not you, it was me who threw it!"

Russell shook his head decisively, picked up the cigarette butts and threw it into the dustpan beside him.

"Good boy, be brave enough to admit your mistakes, the Lord will forgive you!" The old nun put down the broom, took Russell to circle the church house for half a circle, and walked in through the side door.

This is an old church with a sense of age from a distance, and close up, it is a world heritage-level old church with gray peels off the walls, revealing the bricks and stones inside, and the wooden boards on the side doors are shaking, with the gaps wider than Russell's slap.

Compared with the Cathedral of Our Lady and the Crystal Cathedral in the same city, it is like a stepmother raised.

The shade of trees blocks the sun and casts mottled light and shadow on the bluestone path. It is very quiet. Occasionally, two clergymen pass by, all walking quietly with their heads down.

The two passed by the vines-covered walled courtyard and arrived at a two-story wooden house. The old nun opened the door and left silently.

It seems that people here don’t like to talk much!

Russell muttered, although the quiet environment makes people feel relaxed, but it is too quiet here and feels a little depressing.

The walls of the wooden house were painted with white paint, and the view was clear. A huge cross was hanging directly in front of Russell. He looked at it and was about to ask, but the sound rang out on the second floor.

"Come on, there's nothing good to look down there!"

Russell stepped on the squeaking wooden ladder and quickly walked up the second floor. The room was decorated in a simple manner. The white-haired bishop sat in front of the bookcase, raised his hand and pointed to the seat opposite the desk, and signaled Russell to sit down.

"I……"

"I know you, Father Russell, about your lateness, it's time to hire people, so I won't pursue it."

"here……"

"It's indeed the headquarters here, it may be different from what you think, but there is no need to doubt it."

"you……"

"I am the head of this church, you can call me Bishop Ian."

"I……"

"Your next task is to get familiar with this place as soon as possible!"

The conversation like a god made Russell speechless, not knowing what to continue to say. Bishop Ian not only spoke quickly, but also seemed to be able to read minds. He did not believe in evil and continued, "Just..."

"Um?"

"Just now……"

"Just now? What happened just now?"

After pulling back, Russell felt a little relieved, and finally couldn't guess it. His face turned as usual: "Who is the older nun who brought me here just now?"

"You said the older nun?" Bishop Ian looked strange.

"Well, she cleaned the fallen leaves at the church door and took me through the side door..."

Bishop Ian shook his head slightly and said seriously: "Father Russell, please don't talk nonsense. There are no nuns in this church, let alone older nuns."

Damn it!

Russell's face changed when he heard this. It was broad daylight and he actually saw a ghost at the entrance of the church!

"Hahaha, just kidding..."

Bishop Ian's stern face suddenly burst into laughter, and he got up and walked to the window: "The one who was Sister Medellin just now. She had some bad habits, just ignore them. Please remember that she devoted her whole life to the Lord, and she is the oldest nun in the entire Los Angeles. She must respect her very much."

Russell: "…"

Bishop, you also have some bad habits!

Russell rolled his eyes and cut straight to the point: "Bibetan, I am ready for my mission. Just tell me, who is the enemy, the Dark Church or the Wizards Association, or the Devil of Hell is coming?"

Bishop Ian didn't say anything, and looked at Russell as if he was stupid: "What are you talking nonsense? Where did the dark church and the devil come from?"

"ha?"

Bishop Ian said with a little disgust: "I transferred you here because you applied to come to a big city by yourself. It just so happened that our church has been short of staff and others are unwilling to come. I happened to go out for business recently, so I asked you to come."

“…”

"If you don't know anything, ask Sister Medellin more, that's it."

After saying this, Bishop Ian took a suitcase and went down the second floor as if he was running away, leaving Russell standing in a daze.

"So, why am I here in Los Angeles?"

...

In the confessional room in the corner of the church, Russell sat expressionlessly, opposite the wooden board, a middle-aged man with a bald man talking to himself.

"Father, I have a friend... Hehehe... He took his wife to camp... Hehehe, but he woke up by the lake and couldn't find his wife..."

"Sir, please calm down first, keep laughing like this, I can't hear what you're talking about."
Chapter completed!