Operation Red Book

Chapter 456: Holy Water Will Transform and Regenerate

“Oh, our great and loving Savior Jesus Christ!”

"Please bear all my sins on the cross. Please wash away all my sins with the precious blood you shed on the cross, so that I can be holy and without blemish!"

"May the precious blood of the Lord prevail! May the holy name of the Lord prevail! May the Holy Spirit demonstrate His mighty power and remove all the works of the devil!"

"Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

"Thank God! May the Lord be victorious now!"

"In the name of the Lord Jesus, in the name of the Lord Jesus! Amen! Amen!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ivy took the spear from Christine and fired several shots at the black robe in front of her.

The black-robed men in front fell down and instantly turned into flying blue butterflies.

"So many troubles..."

Ivy rolled her eyes at Jacob and pulled the trigger at the man in black robe on the other side.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack..."

Then the gun ran out of bullets.

Ivy was stunned. She turned to look at Christine, but the only response she got was an awkward shake of the head.

This is very interesting. Ivy stretched out her trembling arms, not knowing whether to put them down or pick them up.

Everyone in front and behind her was silent. Ivy could feel Jacob's disdainful eyes and Christine's wandering gaze.

The embarrassment factor continued to burn her back, making her scalp tingle.

Seeing the black-robed "ghost" approaching, Ivy swallowed her saliva and decided to go all out.

She threw the spear to Christine, rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward.

"Aaaaaaaaah! I'm going to fight you!"

“Ahhhhhhhh…Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh, help me!”

Unfortunately, less than two seconds after she rushed over, Ivy's limbs were firmly grasped in mid-air by four pairs of skinny and powerful ghost hands.

"Ah! Miss Ivy!"

Christine was startled and hurriedly pulled the trigger, breaking up the black robes that were holding Ivy.

However, the number of ghost hands grabbing Ivy did not decrease, but increased instead.

After several rounds, Christine had only a few bullets left, but there were still at least several thousand black-robed "ghosts" left.

“Aaaaaaaaaah – what should I do!?”

Ivy was pulled left and right by countless hands and was about to be submerged by the huge black tide.

Christine looked anxious. She kept shaking her legs, praying constantly, and making the sign of the cross quickly with her right hand on her chest.

This went on for a while, and then with a loud shout, Christine rushed towards Ivy with determination.

"Ms. Ivy, here I come!"

"Don't mess around!"

But before she could run a few steps, Jacob roared and quickly blocked her way.

He adjusted the black glasses on his face and took out a whole bottle of holy water from his wide cloak.

"In the name of the Lord Jesus!"

Jacob yelled, uncorked the glass bottle and threw it towards the black-robed "ghost" in front of him.

The holy water immediately flew into the air and was evenly sprinkled on everyone like crystal clear raindrops.

Christine had no time to dodge, and her head was wetted by the holy water. As the energy of the holy water poured out and spread, she soon felt an unprecedented peace and comfort.

But the group of evil spirits in front of him was different. The black robes representing darkness and the holy water representing holiness collided, and suddenly a cluster of blue flames appeared.

The flames spread rapidly, penetrating from head to toe like a shower, and soon burned the black robe and white mask covering the body to ashes.

The people in the black robes were finally exposed to the sunlight. Their bodies were naked, their eyes were closed, and they looked as dazed and fragile as newborn fetuses.

Ivy, who took advantage of this opportunity to escape, has returned to Christine's arms. She looked steadily at the crowd of people in black and white. She felt magical and at the same time developed a strong curiosity about the religion of Christianity.

"Holy water works! Use holy water to save them!"

Jacob immediately shouted loudly, ignoring the two girls in his arms and the "newborns" who were standing there at a loss.

The object of his shouting was a large group of soldiers with guns in the distance.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Don't shoot! You bastards!"

Jacob ran at full speed, his black hair and cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, looking like a striking black flag.

The remaining black robes remained unmoved by the outside world. They walked around the bodies and naked "newborns" on the ground and walked towards the huge Lake Eden with perseverance.

At this time, Lake Eden had long returned to calm. The water no longer swirled, the electric current no longer flowed, and the blue fluorescence had long faded.

The sunlight shines on the rippling lake water, which looks like colorful shells from afar.

"Drive them all into the lake! Drive them all, whether they have taken off their clothes or not, into the lake! Don't hesitate! Listen to me and move quickly!"

Jacob shouted to the soldiers passing by. Due to the urgency of time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his slim-fitting priest robe was also soaked with sweat, which perfectly outlined his beautiful arm lines.

"Oh...Sexy Daddy..."

Ivy and Christine stood obediently aside, looking past the soldiers who were chasing people away and staring at the priest who was working hard.

The look in their eyes is exactly the same as the way people in the 21st century look at Wolverine, and when the emotions are deep, they will express their heartfelt emotions in unison.

It must be said that this was the first time Ivy discovered Jacob's sexiness and charm.

Previously, due to cultural and aesthetic differences, Ivy never understood why almost every Westerner would be fascinated by Jacob when they saw him.

He is obviously just a short guy who is less than 180cm tall. He is not only foul-mouthed but also likes to bully others.

And now, looking at Jacob's upright and righteous face and his exciting muscles, she finally understood the wise saying:

It's like we say ,any man can be a father ,but it takes hot middle-aged guy with a "big job" to be a daddy.

(Like we said, any man can be a dad, but only sexy, "successful" middle-aged men can be called daddy.)

In fact, daddy has nothing to do with gender, career, beard or height.

Daddy is like my husband, a feeling, a desire, an atmosphere…

Ivy would like to call it - the heavenly dish in the world of abstinence.

"Are you guys okay?"

A deep voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Ivy and Christine's gradually blurry eyes.

It was another Daddy running towards them, although Ivy would not admit it.