"Da da da!"
A few pickup trucks sped along the highway in the wasteland. From time to time, muzzles extended out of the windows and fired into the sky.
Occasionally, civilian vehicles would pass by, and they would immediately stop by the side of the road. The driver of a minibus even hurriedly buried his head under the window.
These gangs' pickup trucks could not afford to offend them. If they did not want to, they would open fire at them. Even if they wanted to redress their grievances, no one would accept them.
"Is there another war?"
"Amen, please don't implicate innocent people."
"Let's leave Michoacan quickly. It's too chaotic here."
"Shut up, you guys. Do you think I don't know that it's dangerous here? Let's leave quickly."
The minibus was full of tension. The driver and the passengers were arguing endlessly. An old woman who looked like a doddering old woman kept praying.
Angelica's faith was Roman Catholicism, while Angelica's was Evangelical Protestantism.
Although there was no difference between Protestantism and Catholicism in the eyes of those who did not believe in Evangelicalism, there was indeed a huge difference in the eyes of the Evangelicals.
Angelica Protestantism looked down on Roman Catholicism from the bottom of their hearts. Angelica's Catholicism was mixed with the mysterious indigenous culture of Latin America, which added to the backward stereotype of witchcraft.
Even Angelica's movies and TV shows often featured Angelica's evangelical beliefs. As long as Angelica appeared on the screen, her mother would definitely have some strange beliefs.
"Almighty Father, please descend …" In the midst of the argument, the old woman's prayer grew louder and louder.
"And you damned old woman, stop praying. My head is about to explode!"
The minibus was in a mess. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but a passing pickup truck fired bullets at the minibus.
"Da da da!"
The bullets hit the large rocks beside the minibus. The cracking sound scared everyone into silence and shrank their necks.
The argument in the minibus was instantly silenced. Everyone instantly became quiet and law-abiding Angelica citizens.
"They will definitely go to hell …" The old woman held the cross and cursed. She had heard from her grandson and watched the video of the divine power. Now that angels had descended on the world, all evil people would be punished, and the good people would ascend to heaven.
The great judgment recorded in the scriptures was coming!
The angels shall bring the last calamity upon the stubborn wicked, and shall judge and punish them for their unbelief; and the faithful shall dwell in the new heaven and earth, and shall enjoy eternal bliss, and shall never perish, and be free from vexation.
Her muddled eyes stared ahead. Perhaps there was something wrong with her eyes due to her age, but the old woman kept feeling that something incredible had appeared in front of her.
After staring at it for a few seconds, the old woman's lips trembled as she tapped the seat with the cross.
"Angel, it's an angel!"
A dark shadow suddenly fell from the bright sky. The old woman knew that she was not mistaken. The justice she yearned for had finally arrived under the guidance of God!
"Remember me, even though I'm about to leave for a long journey, let me hear the sad sound of the guitar …"
Unlike the "passion" of killing someone, the pickup was playing a soothing love song. The gang members shook their heads, and the weapons and magazines in the car shook with them.
The gang of bandits in Michoacan had reached a point where they were unscrupulous. They didn't cover their faces with cloth, so they exposed themselves openly.
There was nothing to be afraid of. Even in the state capital, there was no need to cover. Anyway, no one dared to offend their gang!
They wanted to arrest and interrogate their gang?
How many lives did this policeman's family have?
"Where should we go tonight?"
"I can't. I just had a good time, so I can't get excited."
"Are there any people we missed?
I think I saw someone hiding in a room. "
"Anyway, everything will be gone after the fire."
"Let's see who else dares to not pay the toll for Gitans. Why don't we go to Sarto Street tonight?"
"Hey, get someone else to drive. Why are you driving so slowly!"
The member in the passenger seat climbed out of the driver's seat. The gang's passion was driven like an old car by this guy.
"I'm a law-abiding citizen. I've been driving according to the speed limit."
They chatted about pleasant things as usual. Getting rid of disobedient people was their daily work.
Being devout was not the privilege of ordinary civilians. Gangs like them were even more devout.
In fact, if you looked at who donated the most to the church, then the gangs were fully deserving of being devout believers. Which boss hadn't donated to build eight to ten churches?
Everyone was God's people, but some people were more favored by God.
For example, they didn't have to worry about food and drink.
"Clang clang clang."
The statue of a suffering person hanging on the rearview mirror swayed left and right. The silver material was enough to show the devotion of the people in the car.
The driver who was driving according to the speed limit was originally nodding along with the music, but in a moment of desperation, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.
"Screech!!"
The tires of the pickup rubbed against the road, and the pickup behind couldn't dodge in time and rear-ended.
Although the pickup behind had time to react, it still skidded into the wasteland on the side of the road. There was even a pickup that rolled several times in a row.
"Damn, why are you braking!"
"Sky, a person fell from the sky!"
A figure suddenly fell straight down from the white sky. Before it landed, a pair of wings suddenly spread open on its back.
There were often eagles in the wasteland of Ulica, but compared to this pair of wings, the Ulica eagle was as small as a moth. This pair of wings had a wingspan of more than ten or even twenty meters!
"Swoosh."
The black wings covered the sky, and feathers slowly floated down. The trajectory of the falling was like willow catkins, slowly dividing the world before them.
"It's an angel!
An angel from Japan! "
The gang members weren't only thinking about killing. They also paid attention to the news and were worried about the appearance of supernatural beings all over the world.
But didn't supernatural events always happen in Japan?
The Americas were very safe, so why would the famous Japanese angel suddenly appear?
There was no time to think too much. Seeing the appearance of the angel, the gang members looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
If they saw such a beautiful woman in the past, they might let her experience Ulica's passion.
"Don't panic, we're God's people, and she's God's messenger. We're all on the same side!"
"Yes, I just finished praying at the church yesterday."
"Can I get out of the car and ask for an autograph?"
Before they walked toward the angel, Takahashi had already folded his wings and looked at the pickup trucks.
Takahashi didn't do anything, but the few feathers that floated down from the sky scattered on the ground. When they were a few meters away from the ground, the feathers suddenly changed.