"In addition to the Son, there are also the Father, the Virgin, the Virgin, and the Saints?"

Minina was just asking tentatively, but unexpectedly she didn't expect Han Biao to really answer. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before she reacted. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Biao's collar, shouting: "Speak quickly! Holy Father, Holy Mother, Holy Son, Holy Maiden, Who are the saints?"

Han Biao scratched the back of his neck inexplicably: "The Holy Father is Jehovah, isn't the Holy Mother Mary? The Holy Son is Jesus, the Holy Maiden is Joan of Arc, and the Saints are naturally 12 disciples. But I only remember two, one seems to be called "Saint Peter" and the other is called "Judah". The other names are so weird that I forgot after seeing it... You don't know this? Even I, who is scrambling with the boss of "Sakyamoni"..."

"Sakyamoni? Who is that?" Minina was confused by Han Biao.

"Sakyamoni is Gautama Siddhartha!"

"Do you eat a lot of buckwheat buns?"

Minina shook her head in a little confused and decided to figure out the more important San Yi household registration book first: "Where are they?"

"Where? Nonsense! Can you still be there! In heaven! Do you know about heaven?"

Looking at the sharp light bursting out from Minina's beautiful ice-blue eyes, and the excited eyes of Yasha and Nicole, the two beautiful patrol supervisors, Han Biao was also confused. Is this old woman not aware of Christianity or Catholicism?

He also wondered why Christianity and Catholicism were passed down, and why didn't she know the leader of Buddhism?

"Paradise? Do you mean their gathering place? Tell me the coordinates of the star map of 'Paradise'!"

Minina let go of Han Biao excitedly, turned around and turned on the virtual light and shadow projection device on the desk. After a very fast operation, a realistic star map appeared on the desk.

"Uh... I know the 'coordinates' of heaven. I can't understand this thing. Do you want to go to 'heaven'? I guess you can't go there. I heard that only believers who believe in their sect can go there. Besides, whether that place is in this space or not..."

Han Biao began to sweat and stuttered, "Well, you can't go to heaven anymore. You don't look like a good person. Uh, I mean you don't look like a religious person... If you really want to go and take a look, I know where the holy land is, is it the Vatican or Jerusalem? Anyway, many pilgrims go to the party every year. Do you plan to believe in religion? Why don't I introduce you to believe in Buddhism? I'm familiar with this, but I guess you have no hope in your life, and you're still doing it as a nun..."

Han Biao made Minina wake up after a while. She calmed down, took a breath and smiled, "Since you don't know, then forget it. We will talk about this later. If you remember any information about the "Son of the Holy Son", I hope to notify me as soon as possible. I will apply for leniency for you to reduce the sentence at your discretion. Okay, from now on, I will be directly responsible for all your tasks in prison. Go out."

Seeing Han Biao and others leaving the office, Minina, who pretended to be calm, immediately reached out to pat her forehead in annoyance. She was still not mature enough! She was too impatient. Looking at his suspicious eyes, it probably caused the other party's vigilance.

"Senior sister! Do you think what he said is true?"

Yasha came up excitedly, and her beautiful face turned red due to excitement. After performing such a long task, she finally made a breakthrough and had new discoveries.

Trying to calm down my breathing, I can calm myself down, but my mind is running rapidly. Minina thought about it for a while, shook her head, and was confused: "I now begin to suspect that he should not be the target we are looking for, but this guy's identity must be not simple, it must have something to do with 'over there', otherwise it would be impossible to know such a complete structural system as 'over there'."

Minina sorted out the precious information she had just obtained in her mind: "As he said, the mysterious religious organization of the mutant has a complete organizational system and has a large number of believers and 'pilgrims' groups. They will regularly gather at the two places, 'Holy Land: Vatican and Jerusalem'. According to the news he just revealed, the headquarters of the mysterious religious organization of the mutant, 'Paradise', does not seem to be in this space. Maybe he means that the other party's headquarters is in the sub-space, so it will be difficult to find the other party's headquarters..."

After slamming the table, Minina's eyes lit up, "The headquarters should be interested in these information. Even if he is not the target we are looking for, maybe it is better to have a bigger background!"

Nicole also said excitedly: "Yes! It was originally just to find the "Son of the Son" of the mutant mysterious religious organization. Unexpectedly, he also found out that in addition to the "Son", there was also the Holy Father, the Virgin, the Saint Maiden, and the Twelve Saints's duty system, and it was accurate to the code name. This was the news that even the General Administration of Federal Intelligence did not find out..."

Minina nodded: "It is recommended that the headquarters immediately launch a full-star wanted warrant for the "Father, Mary, Mary, Jesus, Joan of Arc, St. Peter, Judas" codenamed "Jehovah, Mary, and Joan of Arc"!"

OK! All the household registrations of Lao Ye’s family have been listed on the wanted list of Star Domain. I don’t know if Lao Ye will run down from the sky to find Han Biao, a who reports to settle the score.

Yasha asked in confusion: "But according to his meaning just now, he seems not to be a person from 'over there', but rather a member of the leader of another mutant force, Gautama Siddhartha, the leader of another mutant force, Shakyamuni. This sect called 'Fu Cult' has the positions of 'nuclear wound' and 'reverse Gu'. Perhaps it is another mutant sect that has not been discovered by the Federation! But what is strange is why he is willing to tell us this? Is 'Fu Cult' and 'Over the other' antagonistic relationship?"

"This is not certain for the time being. Perhaps it is not necessarily differentiated due to disagreement within the inside. However, since this guy is so familiar with the architecture of the 'over there', there must be a close connection between the two mutant sects!"

Minina bit her fingernails with some annoyance: "I was too fucked just now, which seemed to arouse his suspicion and dare not ask any more. Judging from the current situation, he does not seem to be reluctant to tell us this, and he does not have much hostility towards us. Perhaps the 'Faith Church' is a pro-federal mutant sect?"

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic Minina grabbed her hair irritably: "Anyway, send these messages back to the headquarters first and see what the above means. We will monitor this guy in person. If we can try to pull him into our camp, it should be a big breakthrough!"

Yasha hesitated for a moment: "Then... do we need to pardon him to show kindness?"

Minina frowned and circled around the office, and decided: "No, he may be an important member of the 'Fu Cult', but he did not seem to have discovered our identity and purpose, and it is not a precaution to us. We will maintain the status quo first and try to create more information from him. The mutant girl Kasanina and others seem to be very important to him, and he also attaches great importance to the 12 mutant children... Take good care of them! Starting from this aspect, it may be better than us taking the initiative to show goodwill."

Nicole said with some confusion: "Senior sister, what type of mutant is this guy? Judging from the nerve reflex ability he showed when he fought with me, his strength level is at least 5 or above, and his agility attribute is at least 5 or above, plus his level 7 physique... But why is his physical sign monitoring all lower than 0? Does he have a way to hide his physical sign level and avoid the examination?"

"It's not that there is no possibility..." Minina was also a little confused.

Yasha said suspiciously: "Did he install a 'signal restrictor' and a 'signal shielding device' in his body like us? But no foreign objects were found in his body during the sign examination... And the sign examination showed that this guy's genetic age was only 20 years old. As far as I know, federal technology is currently unable to create equipment that disguise genetic age. Their 'unteaching' technology level cannot exceed the level of the Federal Academy of Sciences, right?"

"It is not ruled out that the 'Fu Cult' has found special means of hiding signs and gene age..."

Minina rubbed her forehead with a headache: "Suppose he used special means to hide his physical signs, why did she show her strength in front of us so high-profile? This guy seems to have no intention of hiding himself at all, which is completely contradictory."

"How many mutant people are this guy?"

Nicole was confused: "In addition to the spirit, intelligence and perception that has not been shown, he has three signs that have exceeded level 5, although it is only a trivial level 7 constitution, level 5 strength and level 5 agility... Aren't ordinary mutants at most having double sign mutations?"

"If his mental, intellectual and perceptual signs also reach level 5 and the whole sign develops balancedly, it will be similar to our target "Son"... Maybe he is the special mutant who was trained by their "Not Cult" to compete with the "Son".

Minina frowned and thought for a while, and decided to say, "There are so many secrets in this guy. Maybe we can dig out a lot of valuable information from him... Since he doesn't intend to hide his own strength, let him open up all his trump cards! Find an opportunity to arrange him into the 'scavenger'!"

...

This is the prison of d.87. Of course, there is only one prison in the entire d.87. With a high crime rate of d.87 of millions of people, the source of customers is still sufficient.

In order to save space as much as possible, all large prison rooms were used, and there were fewer than hundreds of prisoners in the 1,000-square-meter space.

On one side of the cell's passage, there is a fence composed of steel columns as thick as arms. In the other three directions, against the wall, there are a circle of metal beds arranged densely like layers of bookshelf. Each prisoner can only have a narrow bed.

The spacious space in the center of the cell is where these hundreds of prisoners move freely, and there are even some metal tables and chairs fixed on the ground that cannot be moved. Among the more than 20 people who were locked in, they were either unconscious and unconscious, or they were dull and idiot-like.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

The prisoner in a cell, like a group of evil wolves, stared at the twenty people who had just been locked up. For the first time, he found that the newcomer was not afraid of the legendary environment of the supervision prison, which is even more terrifying than hell. He even ignored their old qualifications and ignored the procedures of worshiping the dock according to the old rules. Such an "arrogant" newcomer made them a little confused about what the person they came from.

Someone who occupied the rows of tables and chairs in the center of the cell signaled a small man? He walked with a wretched smile to the mutant thug under the big and big Bobby brothers, and asked curiously: "Hey, brother, what did you do? Are you members of that organization? We have figured out that we are also very 'close, close'..."

The mutant slowly turned his head with a dull expression, staring at him as if he was looking at a piece of scrap iron for a while, and then slowly turned his head back.

“…”

I was ignored? I almost went crazy, took a breath and said, "Hey! Don't be so cold, why are you locked up?"

Perhaps it was touched by the keywords, and finally reacted this time. The guy said with expressionless face and no focus: "Why? Because he killed 7 defenders - ii heavy speed and a large group of patrol supervisors..."

I gasped and almost crawled back to the table and chair area in the center of the cell. After hearing this, I found out that the "information" came, and the prisoners with big and round waists in the table and chair area looked at the corner where Bobby's subordinates were in shock.

“…Oh!”

The guy who was the leader, who should be the leader, spat on the ground and said in disbelief: "Kill 7 defenders and a group of patrol supervisors? Is that boy kidding? How could they be locked in a public cell if they were so powerful?"

"Boss Boya! That boy is lying! I remembered that they are the subordinates of a small waste leader in District G., Dabobi, who was just released a few days ago." Another deer-headed rat is sought to report the information he knows.

What? Their words made the prisoner leader, known as "Boya", angry. He thought it was the Raptor crossing the river, but after a long time, he turned out to be a group of gangsters who didn't even have an organization.

As the saying goes, "When you are hitting a child on a cloudy day, you are idle." In places like prisons, where entertainment programs are lacking, the most beneficial exercise for the body and mind is naturally the "bullying newcomers" that has lasted for countless years.

Boya stood up, moved his muscle-filled arms, and grinned and pinched his knuckles "crackling": "Maybe I can do pre-dinner exercises before dinner to make my appetite better?"

The prisoners who were afraid that the world would be in chaos started to scream in excitement, and they all clamored to knock on the metal bed board, and some female prisoners even screamed excitedly.

As a prison managed by a large number of armed guard robots and a small number of prison supervision, as long as you don’t do anything in a specific way, no one will care about you at all. Bullying newcomers is obviously not in the scope of extraordinary things.

Moreover, there is a "leader" in each cell that is acquiesced by the unspoken rules, which is also a major means for prison supervisors to manage prisons. As long as these "leaders" are controlled, they will naturally consciously help prison supervisors manage their prisoners well, which is both troublesome and labor-saving. Those prison supervisors will not care about small issues in management details.

As for whether the prisoners will suffer physical and mental harm in the process of "management" due to excessively rude management methods, that is not a question that prisoners will consider at all. There is no death penalty in federal law, and the heaviest punishment is just a few more years of sentence.

In this cell alone, there are dozens of criminals with a sentence of more than 1,000 years, and even a few of them have sentenced to over 10,000. It is your own business to not survive for such a long time. Anyway, as long as you can breathe, you have to continue staying in this prison.

It is precisely because many prisoners may die suddenly or die naturally at any time based on the mutant gene problem of mutant people. There is a 30% quota in prison every week. As long as it does not exceed this limit, even the federal ruling agencies will not interfere.

Moreover, the Chaotic Star Domain itself is a "exiled Star Domain", a world that claims to be without laws. Even if the senior federal officials want to manage it, they probably don't have that much energy. This is why some high-genetic personnel, as middle-class citizens, are willing to work on a garbage waste star like the γ-44 planet, which does not shit.

The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Instead of being an unknown villain in the mainland of the Federation, it is better to be a local emperor here. Although the environment is a bit bad, at least you can get supreme enjoyment in terms of power and interests.

If a mutant citizen does not commit a crime, he is as unpopular as the scum at the bottom of society. What's more, the mutant prisoners who commit crimes are killed or injured, they are just a set of broken numbers in the management document. What's the fear of death and death, which is just a matter of freeing up a lot of space to accommodate more prisoners.

Some base managers who are obsessed with profits even want to stuff all the mutants in their jurisdiction into prisons and become "private slaves" who make profits.

Dabobi was awakened from the coma by a sharp pain in his abdomen, and opened his eyes blankly, but saw that he and his subordinates were surrounded by a large group of people, with a joking expression on his face even on his face.

He shook his head in a daze. Dabobi got up, looked around blankly, murmured, "What's the situation now? Why am I back in prison?"

"Hey! Welcome back, my dear brothers in "Scrap Furnace"! I heard that you just killed seven defender speeders and a large group of patrol supervisors with bare hands? What an amazing record!"

Dabobi was awakened by this voice and couldn't help but shivered. When he waited for him to look at the person who was talking, he couldn't help but show a terrified expression: "'Bone-destroying the bone' Boya!"

"It seems that the 'heroic' Boss Poppy knows me, a trivial little person?"

"Bone Demolitionist" Boya stood in front of Dabobi with a grin surrounded by them, looking him up and down, and tsk his mouth: "I can't see that the 'firefly' has specially trained you, the dirty Nurgle pig? Is he going to send you to rob the prison and rescue him from this damn place? It seems that the 'rescue plan' has failed? The heroic Pobi killed seven defenders and a group of patrol supervisors, but failed to complete the mission?"

Dabobi looked pale and took a step back in fear: "Boya! You...what do you want to do? We are the bosses of the Firefly. Do you want to provoke a full-scale war between "Scrap Furnace" and "Dirty Pool"?"

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Boya joked and said, "Do you think your weight is enough to make the Firefly determined to start a war with our "Dirty Pool"? Ah! By the way! Forgot to remind you..."

He punched Dabobi in the face, causing a scream from Dabobi's subordinates. However, before he could take action, he was overwhelmed by a large group of prisoners behind Boya's excitement howls and swarms up and drowns.

While Dabobi was squirting his nosebleed, Boya grinned and said, "Now you are no longer in the A3 imprisonment room of your "Bao Furnace", but in the B1 imprisonment room of our "Dirty Pool". Unfortunately, I have the final say here!"

He stepped on Dabobi's face with blood on his face. Boya bent down, dipped a little blood on Dabobi's face with his fingers, put it on his tongue and licked it, and took a breath of satisfaction: "It's so delicious! It's been a long time since the 'exchange student' was assigned to us b1. I think, before your old fireflies ask for the 'exchange student', I think you will bring me a lot of happiness, right? Wow, slap, hahaha..."

Amid the neurotic laughter of the "Bone Demolitioner", the prisoners who were almost crazy stimulated by the splashed blood rushed into the crowd, venting their suppressed emotions with fists and boots on the more than 20 mutants who were rolling and screaming all over the ground. The terrifying collision sound was like a rubber sandbag beaten by countless baseball bats, making a dull sound.

The cruel and bloody scene not only stimulated the thugs in the beating, making them even more crazy and violent, but also made the prisoners who were originally watching the fun and other forces around them ready to move, licking their lips unbearably, and they could hardly help but rush up and enjoy it.

"Scrap Furnace" and "Dirty Pool" are two underground organizations of d.87, and their relationships are not friendly. Boya, the "bone-destroying person", is a leader of "Dirty Pool".

As for Dabobi, from his miserable appearance after he was released from prison, although he also claimed to be a member of "The Waste Furnace", he was just a small external cannon fodder leader who was not valued and could not be compared with internal cadres in organizations like Boya.
Chapter completed!