bdsm-fiction Chapter 9 Blasphemers
Chapter 9 Blasphemers
"Oh my gosh~ This is a saint, this is a saint!"
The scream pierced the morning mist in the port area.
Twenty minutes before the sirens arrived, a group of idlers were there.
Rednecks who have retired from the military, idle journalists, and homeless people sleeping in cardboard boxes.
After deindustrialization, this city in the rust belt became full of drifters and liberal leftists.
Of course, since three of the Four Horsemen have arrived, the number of homeless people will keep spawning.
The rednecks pointed at the blood-red inverted cross on the corpse's face, devoutly discussing its religious significance.
Reporters don't care about the truth, they only care about sensational stories.
Upon hearing the shouts of "saints," he raised his camera, took a picture of the cross formed by the corpses, and posted it with the caption, "Saints or zealots?"
More people took out their phones.
The homeless people filmed using a music recording app, with shaky camera work and background noise mixed with exclamations and prayers.
Until the sirens grew louder and louder,
The crowd dispersed in a flurry. This was the magistrate's territory; people would die if they watched the spectacle.
All that remained was Calvin Kildy, who had just arrived, and the microphone shoved to his lips.
"Sheriff, what is your opinion on this act of political fanatics killing ethnic minorities?"
The blonde, blue-eyed reporter, holding a Starbucks coffee, asked in fluent English.
Karl's face froze.
"Do not obstruct official business."
The black police officer who got out of the car next to him blocked the camera with his spherical body and spoke.
They forcibly removed the female reporter.
After all, he has the "buff" of being a dark-skinned, obese minority.
Other reporters were also driven away.
Sheriff's office.
"Karl Jansen," Kirdie read the name.
The investigation report was very thin.
47 years old, veteran, resident of Dearborn community.
His wife passed away, his daughter died at a party, and his son died recently.
The property has been sold, but the person has disappeared.
Of course, he knew the redneck's daughter, but only in documents.
"Those damn veterans."
Kirdi slammed the tablet on the table.
The investigation stalled halfway through.
In reality, sheriffs and police officers are no match for rednecks who have survived twenty years on the battlefield.
In terms of networking, apart from a few homeless people, no one cooperated.
He tried to use his status to put pressure on them, only to discover that this damned redneck had connections with active-duty federal officers!
"Damn it!"
That's why he always wore black gloves when handling the goods that were counted.
These rednecks are all old fogies who really know how to carry a gun, and they're all connected to those damned KKKs and the federal army!
That damn Frank, he did such a good job before, what an idiot!
"Should we continue the investigation?" the spherical police officer asked.
"Continue the investigation, do your best to investigate."
Calvin gave casual instructions, having no expectations whatsoever.
……
As the live stream content was posted online, public opinion began to ferment.
Photos of a body on a cross are circulating on social media.
Initially, it was briefly restricted due to its gore and religious content, but in the troll-dominated online world, it actually garnered a wave of attention.
After all, it's just a formality to limit the flow of people; it's not related to squid, so how could they really restrict it?
"How did he do that? Was he really alone?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Some people have started simulations and deductions.
The scene was reconstructed using 3D modeling software, and the bullet trajectory, movement path, and physical exertion were calculated.
again and again.
This is what happens when someone in prison is obsessed with something.
"No matter how I calculate it, the result is that it was all done by one person."
"Can humans even perform those evasive maneuvers?"
New voices are gradually emerging in the comments section:
"Could he really be a saint?"
An analytical article was widely shared.
The author used military tactical software to simulate Jason's possible movement route, and combined this with the bullet hole distribution and the orientation of the body in the on-site photographs to draw the following conclusions:
The actor possesses extraordinary reaction speed, physical strength, and shooting accuracy.
The title of the article is:
"Karl Jensen is suspected to be Saint Messiah."
……
Abandoned granary.
Jason sat on the edge of the cot, wiping the gun barrel with a cloth.
The phone sat on the wooden table, its screen lit up, displaying a screenshot of the analysis article.
He watched it three times.
"saint……"
The word reminded him of the images in the stained glass windows of churches, those figures bathed in holy light and with halos above their heads.
He looked down at his hands; the cross scar on his palm was slightly warm.
The sound of a car engine could be heard outside.
It wasn't a police siren; it was an ordinary civilian vehicle.
He slung a rifle over his shoulder, got up, walked to the edge of the barn, and peered out slightly. He saw two pickup trucks parked at the end of the dirt road.
Four men got out of the car, all wearing overalls and carrying rifles.
They didn't approach; they just stood by the car.
One of them raised his hand and made a gesture.
Tactical hand signals commonly used among veterans: safety, friendly forces.
Of course, it also looks more like an incision.
Jensen did not respond.
He watched the four people stand there for five minutes, then got into the car and drove away.
My phone vibrated.
Breaking news, information from Colonel James:
"Don't use your usual cell phone. Walmart locker in the West End, number B-17, combination 2204. There's something good inside."
He deleted the message and continued cleaning his gun.
His face was reflected in the gun barrel.
There were bloodshot eyes, but the confusion was gone.
That hollow sense of relief vanished, replaced by a calm that came from suppressing the anger.
He stood up, walked to the center of the barn, and began to do push-ups.
I did 50 reps per set, and after completing three sets, my breathing remained steady.
Sweat dripped onto the ground, forming dark dots.
After training, he took a cold shower.
Water poured down from above, flowing down his body onto the concrete floor.
With his eyes closed, Frank's memories replayed in his mind: the sheriff's office, the documents, the asterisk next to Erica's photo.
Amidst the sound of flowing water, he heard his own voice:
"Kavan Kirdie".
Online public opinion continues to spread.
More content began to appear under the tag "Saint Messiah".
Someone dug up Jensen's military service record:
The 7th Infantry Division of the Army participated in three overseas deployments and was awarded the Bronze Star Medal.
A perfectly upright and respectable young man.
Someone found his daughter Erica's social media account. Her last post was six months ago, in which she was wearing a state university T-shirt and smiling sweetly.
Well, in a country that supposedly values privacy the most, opening a box couldn't be easier.
The comment section gradually split.
One group believes he is a hero who was forced to resist by the victims.
Another group believes he is a terrorist who indiscriminately kills innocent people.
A small group of people are discussing the meaning of the inverted cross.
"This is blasphemy! The cross is sacred; displaying it upside down is a provocation against God!"
"No, look at the cross markings on the corpse's face; they're facing the correct direction. The overall cross is inverted, but the cross on the face is upright—what does this seem to be trying to express?"
"It means he's a madman."
The debate yielded no results, but traffic continued to rise.
A social media influencer drove to the port area to film a video of the scene, but was stopped by the police.
They then interviewed homeless people in the area, who vividly described their experiences to the camera.
"That white man with glowing eyes."
The video received 200,000 views.