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Chapter 308 Self-brainwashed members

Murataya, who was watching this scene secretly, remained silent and slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

Would a qualified church member brainwash himself?

"Godfather, the members really think you are a god..."

"But I just wanted to get rid of a traitor."

A figure suddenly appeared beside her, looking at the group of church members who seemed to be possessed by demons, and said with a smile on his lips, "Isn't this normal?"

"It's like people who have been exiled to a world covered in ice and snow and have been starving for a long time suddenly find food and clothes, and a house big enough for them to survive. In the end, when they learn that these things are given to them by someone on purpose, they will be scared."

"They covet these things and fear that the owners of these things will take back the materials and houses they depend on for survival, so they brainwash themselves and make themselves subconsciously believe that the owners of the materials are connected to them."

"The master needs their labor, so he will give them supplies and houses unconditionally."

"In a world of extremes, no one can survive on their own."

"After all, they are just poor little creatures trying to keep themselves alive."

"They brainwash themselves so consciously that it saves them a lot of trouble."

R had a smile on his face, not caring about the church members' self-brainwashing. "The probability of them betraying is almost zero anyway. As long as nothing serious happens, just ignore them."

Murataya raised her eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "What an interesting group of guys. Maybe we can target Yuna and transform her. After all, this is our own power. I don't want it to be riddled with holes like the winery was by undercover agents and traitors."

After tidying up the hair by her ears, R turned and left. "There's nothing to pay attention to here except Zhufu Jingguang. When you have time, go to other countries. What if it becomes a larger multinational organization?"

Murataya: ...

To be honest, this is enough.

At most they are dark gray, so don't make yourself darker.

Walking on the bustling streets of the United States, R, who is as elegant as a 20th century aristocrat, attracted many people's attention.

A genuine blonde and blue-eyed little girl was holding an ice cream in her hand, but when she was walking, she stepped on a small puddle on the ground and slipped, falling right in front of R, and the ice cream almost splashed on his shoes.

R lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then squatted down and helped up the little girl who was crying in pain, and gently brushed off the dust on her body. His elegant face had a gentle smile, and his soft voice made the little girl stop crying quickly.

Looking at the sobbing little girl, R snapped his fingers lightly, and an identical ice cream appeared in his hand, and then he handed it to her.

The little girl's eyes lit up, "Thank you, brother!"

"You're welcome. Just remember to be careful when you walk." R smiled, touched her head, and walked away.

R hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take him to a small town in the suburbs.

When they arrived outside the town, the driver waited for him to get off and then drove away.

After R took a few steps, several cars behind him suddenly stopped and several men with guns got out of the cars.

"Excuse me, may I ask what can I do for you?" R smiled gently.

The men looked at each other, and the leader snorted, "Nothing, I just wanted to rob you. I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time!"