Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: Astonishment
Avril’s aura was fully unleashed, and the police were a bit helpless. While illegal immigration is a serious crime, catching them usually just means deportation.
The illegal immigrants hadn’t committed a more serious crime, so the police couldn’t cross the line when apprehending them.
They could only frown and look at Avril, “As a Britain citizen, shouldn’t you cooperate with us to quickly capture the fugitive?”
“I believe procedural justice outweighs result justice,” Avril answered seriously. She was acutely aware that her small shareholding wasn’t just because she was Sofia’s classmate; she had to serve her role.
Being a shareholder isn’t just about lying back and earning dividends, “Do you have any witnesses?”
In fact, even having witnesses might not be any use; she was merely offering them an out.
The police dared not find a fake witness, because Manager Wang’s team was present, and just because they weren’t causing trouble didn’t mean they would tolerate a fake testimony—did they really think Huaxia Country people could be easily bullied?
In a moment of helplessness, someone in the crowd watching the scene shouted, “Since when did Huaxia citizens become so bold?”
Everyone looked towards the voice and saw a middle-aged white woman speaking angrily, “They stole our technology, stole our jobs, they are a disgraceful, cowardly bunch of thieves… something is definitely amiss here!”
At that moment, Sofia stepped forward, forming a spell with her hands, and pointed at the middle-aged white woman, “I declare, you are sowing discord!”
On a hot day, a sudden bolt of lightning struck down from a clear sky, hitting the white woman directly, and she immediately collapsed to the ground.
The scene fell silent instantly. God… what did we just witness?
Avril’s mouth gaped wide open, even showing her back molars.
Elder Lin inhaled sharply at the sight, muttering under his breath after a long moment, “Daoist Sect… Thunder Technique?”
After quite a while, a middle-aged white man stepped forward, speaking to Sofia with a heartbroken tone, “Beautiful lady, why make things difficult for white people?”
Director Tang’s people sneered, “Racist remarks, I can confirm that!”
Several police officers exchanged glances; one stepped forward and addressed Sofia, “May I have your name?”
“Sofia Jansen, citizen of the Mai Nation, currently applying for an investment immigration,” Sofia replied coldly, “This land is mine, and I detest those with ill intentions!”
Mai Nation citizen… the police felt a headache coming on; people from the Mai Nation were truly something not to be trifled with, “I’ve heard of you, now I want to ask you, what was that lightning strike just now?”
“That was a blessing from God,” Sofia had disdain for the church but could lie without batting an eye, “To protect truth, goodness, and beauty in the world, and punish all falsehood, evil, and ugliness!”
“Watt?” The police officer wore a bewildered expression, “A blessing from God… are you joking?”
“Skepticism is a courage worth encouraging,” Sofia took out a lady’s cigarette and lit it—she recently learned this bad habit from Feng Jun and even felt that talking with a cigarette in her mouth was quite stylish.
After exhaling a puff of smoke, she spoke blandly, “I forgive your ignorance, you can go to church to understand… Sofia Jansen.”
Seeing this scene and hearing these words, the onlookers lost their interest in the spectacle, as this was beyond their realm of understanding—unknown things often evoke greater awe.
Even the faces of the police officers were unsettled; if it weren’t for someone being struck by lightning, they would’ve already turned and left.
But the Thunder Talisman that Sofia could use had very little lethality to ordinary people—more precisely, the Thunder Talisman given to her by Feng Jun had limited power, enough for self-defense without needing to create disabilities.
The middle-aged woman lay on the ground for three to four seconds before trembling and waking up. She was quite robust, attempting to stand but finding her limbs too weak to rise.
After resting for over twenty seconds, she was finally helped to her feet by the middle-aged man who said, “Why make things difficult for white people?”
She was both frightened and furious, unable to vent her anger. When she noticed a police officer holding her up and softly asking how she was, she gathered her courage and started cursing again, “Bullshit, you filthy wench, having a great time being screwed by those yellow-skinned monkeys…”
Of course, she was also afraid of getting struck by lightning again—even if she felt it wasn’t very harmful.
But now with a police officer supporting her, she dared to take the gamble—go ahead and strike the police too if you dare!
Sofia’s expression changed, she was about to activate the Thunderclap Talisman again when she received a mental message from Feng Jun, “Leave it to me.”
So she raised her hand and pointed at the woman again, declaring fiercely, “I pronounce you guilty!”
The police officer supporting the woman couldn’t help but shiver, almost letting go, but the “Why make things difficult for white people?” man was particularly astute and released his hold directly.
This time there was no lightning, but the woman suddenly fell to the ground without any warning. The policeman supporting her almost fell with her, staggering four or five steps before stabilizing himself.
This time, the woman didn’t wake up for a long time. As the weather was getting hotter, the police called an ambulance and discussed with Sofia, hoping she could come to the police station with them.
“I didn’t do anything,” Sofia spread her hands and answered decisively, “There are so many people who can testify for me.”
A policeman mumbled, expressing — but you said those words, and only then did incidents happen once or twice. You can’t deny that, right?
Sofia looked at him with a strange expression, “Are you saying the Lord shouldn’t exist?”
It can be seen that some people are naturally skilled at deceiving others.
The policeman hurriedly shook his head, very decisively denying, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!”
Sofia nodded, “Since you say so, then I have nothing else to explain.”
Seeing that she wasn’t buying it, another policeman spoke up, “Alright then, but if this lady suffers serious harm, we reserve the right to summon you.”
“As you please,” Sofia spread her hands, responding with a faint smile, “as long as you dare to invite, I dare to go!”
These Australian police officers were still unaware of the experiences of the FBI from the Mai Nation, but a look between them could still convey the fearlessness in her words, unable to say more at the time, they hurriedly left.
After the police left, some onlookers dispersed while others hid in the woods to chill — life in Australia is actually quite slow-paced, a bit better than Northern Europe, but still limited.
Sofia had already left with Avril, entering a few prefab rooms in the preparatory area.
Soon after, Elder Lin and Director Tang followed them in. Manager Wang, initially hesitant to enter, followed as well seeing others take the lead.
Lin Zhenxi considered himself old and didn’t mind interacting with young girls. He straightforwardly asked, “Sofia, what you used just now, was it Daoist Sect’s Thunder Technique?”
Since things have started to move in the right direction, he theoretically need not come anymore, simply instruct the people beneath to get things done — unlike Manager Wang and Director Tang, Hongmen has existed overseas for a hundred or two hundred years, having its own setup.
However, considering these two Western girls were related to Zhengyang’s group, he thought he couldn’t let his fellow sect members down, thus insisted on staying, intending to observe for a few more days.
Yet, witnessing today’s scene, he felt he indeed came to the right place, as that was Daoist Sects’ Thunder Technique, only existing in legend, never expected he’d witness it.
As for this being God’s manifestation? That lightning at least definitely wasn’t; Elder Lin was quite familiar with those church affairs.
Sofia nodded and admitted decisively, “Yes, that’s Daoist Sects’ Thunder Technique, Mr. Lin has sharp eyes.”
“No way?” Director Tang felt his worldview was shaken, “Does such a thing truly exist? How did you learn it?”
However, her voice wasn’t as loud as Elder Lin’s, who frowned and loudly rebuked, “Then since you learned Daoist Sect’s Dharma, why claim it to be the church manifesting? Such matters, on a larger scale… you’re not wronged being called a traitor!”
Hongmen highly regarded such matters. Strictly speaking, Hongmen’s rules aren’t abundant, and the regulations are quite humane, but violating certain bottom lines results in very severe punishment, arguably inhumane.
Of course, back then, Hongmen had to unite while fighting overseas, necessitating strict law enforcement. The later Hongmen… not much to add, anyway, from an ethical standpoint, his rebuking Sofia was completely justified.
Whether she listened or not was another matter. Hongmen is Hongmen, Daoist Sect is Daoist Sect, Hongmen couldn’t implement cross-border jurisdiction; his rebuking was also trying to awaken a junior — or else it would be a pity.
The Huaxia Daoist Sect practitioners knowing Thunder Technique had nearly vanished, yet a foreign girl mastering it appeared. He absolutely couldn’t watch her take a wrong path; if truly irrecoverable, he didn’t even mind arranging to eliminate this girl.
The doctrine isn’t lightly passed on, you, a foreigner, already lucky to acquire the Daoist Sect’s essence, yet dare attribute it to the church?
Although Sofia was exceptionally intelligent, mastering Mandarin to a considerable extent in a short time, truly understanding Elder Lin’s context was almost impossible.
However, she sensed the other’s “hating iron not being steel” tone, thus didn’t mind, merely smiling, “Regarding the cause and effect of this matter, it’s inappropriate for me to say much, but essentially… my Dao Lineage isn’t what you think.”
“Dao… Dao Lineage?” Elder Lin’s eyes widened, that someone still knew this term, and shockingly, it was a foreigner?
Director Tang, not quite understanding their conversation, felt somewhat awed yet still noticed the cultural dispute — even a civilizational one, thus asked, “Sofia, aren’t you cultivating the Daoist temple?”
“Yes,” Sofia nodded, “so this precisely indicates I can’t be a traitor, only the situation is a bit complex. If I do anything inappropriate, naturally someone will trouble me.”
Manager Wang finally had a chance to ask, “Who can trouble you?”
“I won’t say,” Sofia decisively shook her head, “I’m not very confident in Huaxia’s secrecy system… in this regard, you do much worse than the Mai Nation.”