Mogadishu felt the great Ftan God under the deep sea, who was so powerful that he could not describe it!

Under this power, how small human beings are. The strong fear makes him follow human instincts and ignorantly worship what he cannot understand as gods. Only by doing so can his reason not be crushed and driven crazy.

At this moment, any wife and children can be abandoned. In the face of this fear, those things are nothing. If Him can be kept away from Him, he will be willing to sacrifice his son on the spot.

When I saw Mogadishu trembling and kneeling in despair towards the flesh-and-blooded tree on the wall.

The black robes who were still vicious just now helped him up thoughtfully and draped a black robe on Mogadishu. "Welcome to join, our compatriots."

Looking at the same kind in front of him, Mogadishu, who was frightened in his heart, received a little comfort. He began to help regardless of his weak hands and feet, fearing that the great Ftan would blame him for his ineffective work.

He dragged the person who was just still on a boat and began to help open his stomach, completely ignoring the other party's plea.

"How many new additions have been added?" Anna, who was gnawing on a green apple, walked in slowly.

"Dear Lord of the Priest, these pirates are half used as ritual materials and half as companions. We can absorb 9 people in this group, just breaking through the 200 mark."

Anna nodded without saying anything, turned around and left the altar.

Anna did not find who saved her, except for the small piece of glass.

This kind of thing was temporarily let go because she had more important things to be busy with.

When she knew that the IMF did not monitor the Indian Ocean, she began to form a new Ftan Sect, which was absolutely loyal to her powers, is essential at any time.

In order to hide to the greatest extent, most of the materials this time were pirates. The lives of these people were worthless, and no one looked for them even if they died, so they could be used for conversion.

With so many crazy believers who are not afraid of death, her strength is even stronger than before

Anna returned to her room, turned on her computer again, and looked at the news of various places disguised as chemical factory explosions and terrorist attacks.

She only had one thought in her mind now, why didn’t these two gangs fight?

The IMF and other forces, even if she was drifting far away in the Indian Ocean, could feel that the atmosphere between the two sides became increasingly tense, but neither side fired the first shot.

In this situation, she is waiting for the two sides to start a full war and can better catch fish in troubled waters.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and Gao Zhiming, wearing a blue T-shirt, walked in from outside.

He seemed to hear the screams of the altar and asked hesitantly: "Sister, those are..."

Anna pulled him over and put it on her tight thigh and hugged her.

"According to your principles, they are bad guys, so don't worry about them. I'll ask you, where did you go just now?"

"Oh, Sister Li Lu is teaching Touba, and she also asked me to go to class with her."

"Tuba still wants her to teach? What doesn't he know?" Anna opened Gao Zhiming's notebook and found that it was full of stories about family and friendship, which seemed to be compiled by the other party.

"Tsk." Anna immediately saw through Li Lu's little thoughts, and the other party seemed to want to subtly change Gao Zhiming's personality and then influence herself.

"He has several lives in his hands, what's the use of teaching this?" Anna threw away the notebook in her hand speechlessly, nibbled it halfway, and placed the green apple with lipstick in Gao Zhiming's hand.

She gently hugged Gao Zhiming who was gnawing on the apple, closed her eyes and thought about the next plan. The current situation was good for them in the secret.

But this is not the time to relax your vigilance. Unless your strength is completely comparable to that of the IMF, you must never relax your vigilance.

After thinking for a while, Anna called the jackal, "How are you recruiting scattered hunters?"

Since it is a hunter organization, of course more hunters are needed to cover it. Anna decided to set up a large hunter organization.

"It's not going well. It's very vigilant to contact these people from the dark web. It's very difficult to recruit online alone."

"First contact us. When I recruit enough Ftans here, we will go back to underground London. Then you will talk to them about the merger."

Anna felt that no matter how vigilant these people are now, they will definitely join in the end.

In this situation, the people who are alone are always the most dangerous.

If these scattered hunters don't want to be washed away by the next thing, the best way is to find an organization to protect them.

"Okay, I get it."

"Just like this, keep working hard. How many days do you work hard? After a few days, I will give you a few Ftan believers to help you." After that, Anna was about to hang up the phone.

However, the words of the jackal stopped her. "Sir, wait, there is a news from the information sent from underground London. I think you should want to know that I have sent your email."

"Oh? What's mysterious? If it's a rose for me, then I'm still happy, haha." Anna moved her mouse and gently clicked on her mailbox.

When Anna saw a news inside, her pupils instantly shrank to the extreme, and her eyes were full of murderous intent. It was half a secret photo.

The photo is very blurry, but Anna can still identify the enemy in the photo immediately. The God of Brokenness!

In fact, Anna's hatred for the IMF is not particularly high. The relationship between the two sides is purely hostile. They want to kill themselves, and Anna understands it very well.

I want to destroy the IMF and kill all the people inside without leaving any troubles. I believe they understand the same.

Compared to IMF, she hates despicable and shameless brokenness more.

The traitor who is more hateful than the enemy is always. Facing that group of machinery, Anna once rarely trusted him, but the reward he received was death.

It is because of this thing that some of the things I had just accumulated before were completely destroyed.

She wants to kill this guy, torture this guy, and make this guy wail and repent to herself in pain!

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Gao Zhiming felt something was wrong with Anna's emotions.

"Be good, go out to play. I have something to do." After rushing Gao Zhiming out of himself, Anna was observing the news with all her concentration.

The Broken God was seen when he moved with the help of his believers.

Perhaps the IMF also gave Broken Free Movement permission and promised not to contain her in the future, but this is just a guess. Only they themselves know what exactly is.

"Dadada" a few times, the font quickly became bigger, and the location where the Broken God was photographed was presented to Anna. "Oscar New South Wales."
Chapter completed!