Somebody Stop the Pope – 177



Episode 177

57. Sausages in a row

1.

The interrogation process went very smoothly.

This is why taking the initiative is important.

Human ball and human lollipop.

The leaders of this heretical group who had seen the work of art created by humans with their own eyes vied with each other to spit out the information they knew.

Still as expected from executives the information they knew was quite substantial.

How have you expanded your power so far how have you extorted money etc.

Countless crimes spilled out of his mouth.

I nodded in satisfaction as I watched the guys actively participating in the interrogation.

“That’s why examples are important. Especially bad guys. I told you that I would only open my mouth if I felt like I was going to die here. Isn’t that right Leo?”

“Yes.”

“What do you usually do if you don’t open your mouth?”

“Helps heretics to repent on their own.”

“That’s it.”

What if you can’t repent on your own?

We can help you.

How it helps is a trade secret.

I spoke in a sly voice towards the ‘prophet’ whose right arm was folded like a lollipop.

“hey.”

“Yes yes.”

“How does it feel to have one arm turned into a lollipop?”

The guy nodded his head in response to my question.

“It’s okay. As long as you save me… As long as you save me I don’t mind.”

A man who becomes infinitely cowardly when faced with life.

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On the outside he looks very normal. To be honest he looks more priestly than the priests in our church.

Considering that most of the guys in our church were dark muscular and lanky this guy was white and thin.

Besides the impression is like that.

The impression that he is kind and will live an upright life.

It really looks exactly like that.

“He brainwashed people with drugs and his own abilities… What on earth were he trying to do by brainwashing people?”

This guy was basically a guy who could use magic. The type of magic he used was also unique.

An ability commonly referred to as ‘mental world’.

It was a rare ability to intervene in the human mind through magic and the representative magician was Kang Chae-ah who was affiliated with the government.

In Kang Chae-ah’s case strictly speaking it is a sub-series of the hallucination series but in fact such a detailed classification is not important.

The only thing that matters is that this guy was brainwashing people using his abilities and the power of drugs.

The ‘prophet’ trembled at my question.

“We don’t really know that either. We just did what we were told.”

“Really? You’re not making excuses for others because you want to live. If that’s the case I’ll turn your remaining left arm into candy too-.”

“No! No really!”

“This kid is now interrupting me. Leo what should I do when he interrupts me?”

“Then I will cut off the other one.”

As he spoke Leo strode towards the ‘Prophet’ with brisk steps. Leo looked ready to cut off the ‘Prophet’s’ legs at any moment.

“Since your right arm is like that I will cut off your left leg. Then your balance will be pretty good.”

“Heeeeeeek! Really. Really! Really we just do as we’re told…”

“Did they order you to sexually exploit the brainwashed believers? And did they order you to turn them into drug addicts?”

Then the ‘prophet’ became a mute who had eaten honey.

I looked at the sight and smiled faintly. Then I said to Leo.

“While eliminating the villains I ended up blowing up their genitals. This is something I will report to Minister Yoo Seon-ho. Leo?”

“All right.”

“It’s dirty if you blow it with your hand so just roughly hit it with a chair.”

“yes.”

“Phone! Phone… I’ll make a phone call. The higher-ups are having a meeting today.”

A ‘prophet’ who begins his final struggle only after feeling threatened with losing his reproductive function.

It seems he was more afraid of becoming a eunuch than of having his right arm turned into a lollipop.

I raised my hand and stopped Leo for a moment.

“Connect.”

“yes.”

The guy took out his smartphone while waving his left arm. Then he immediately connected a call to somewhere.

30 seconds later.

A deep voice came over the phone.

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“Congressman I’d like to personally visit you and give you this month’s dues! I’ve also prepared something good for you. If it’s okay with you would it be okay if I visit you now?”

-It’s a good item. I guess you want something from me. What’s the condition of the item?

“I didn’t even take medicine. I was weak-willed and easily collapsed. My children didn’t even touch me… What should I do?”

-I’ll give you the address so come this way. There are other guests here so come and say hello.

Stop.

A phone call with a roughly predictable content.

The short call ended and the ‘prophet’ handed me the smartphone with his trembling left hand and said

“Here… If you go to this address the people above will have a meeting…”

“Is this what I think a good thing is?”

“Because they are such bright people…”

“These kids are hilarious. Are you saying they were doing that when I wasn’t looking?”

The cataclysm has brought about tremendous changes to the Earth but somehow things don’t seem to be much different than before I crossed over to Eden.

Is it true that only the outside has changed but the inside is still the same?

I thought I was giving people a signal by eliminating the villains but I think it was not enough so far.

“It was my principle to leave the disposal of politicians to the government. Leo what do you think?”

This time too I felt bad about leaving it up to the government.

I didn’t want to just go back because I thought that I had sold the name of our church to do this and those bastards had turned a blind eye to it.

Leo nodded slowly to my question and answered quietly.

“Aren’t principles meant to be broken?”

“It’s refreshing to hear those words from a fundamentalist Leo.”

“Yes Your Majesty.”

“Take a picture.”

“yes.”

Kwajijijijik-.

“Kkaaaaaaaaaah!”

Screams echoed throughout the reception room and Leo pretended not to hear them as he administered the same punishment to the rest of them.

I admired the scene and then lightly snapped my fingers.

Saaaaaaaah-.

Then the divine power extending from the finger quickly removed the smoke that had been filling the reception room.

“If I had known this would happen I would have eaten some noodles before coming in. I’m hungry.”

I guess I should go there and eat some food.

Looking at the address it’s a high-end restaurant so I guess there’ll be something to eat.

“Leo you stay here and clean up.”

“All right.”

I left the cleanup here to Leo and headed straight to where my superiors were.

2.

A high-end restaurant in Busan where we arrived after checking the address printed on the ‘Prophet’s’ smartphone.

It took about 3 minutes to run.

I don’t know how long it would have taken if I had taken a car but it was in an ambiguous location even for a helicopter so I just ran.

Maybe tomorrow morning there will be an article titled ‘A strange creature appears in Busan’.

As I was running I made eye contact with some citizens.

This was a high-class Korean restaurant built in a traditional house and the entrance was very noisy.

Several security guards wearing black suits guard the entrance.

It looks like they rented out the store.

In front of the store there were people who appeared to be security guards guarding the entrance.

I walked forward with the corners of my lips slightly raised.

There are a total of fifteen men guarding the entrance.

But none of them stopped me from entering the entrance.

Just shaking my legs in a floating posture.

“Still you have good sense. Let’s all live well.”

Judging from the fact that the will to destroy evil was not activated they could have been people employed by the store.

I threw them some words of encouragement and then walked across the pond and into the building.

“Rep. Kim didn’t you bring in something big this time? Using this as campaign funds….”

“Haha! It’s a bit odd to talk about work in a place like this. Let’s have fun!”

A room where you can hear the voices of drunk people.

Since there was no sign of life anywhere else the destination was clear.

I walked slowly down the hallway.

A few of the staff members who were preparing the food made eye contact with me and I waved at them happily.

“Please tell the other employees that we’re closed for business today. Oh and make sure to get paid later. Okay?”

To my words they nodded without saying anything.

And then he quickly retreated down the hallway.

Maybe because it was an expensive restaurant the staff were very perceptive.

I smiled contentedly. Then I immediately opened the door and entered the room.

Then the scene inside the room where the Eucharist was being prepared came into view.

As the main dish was served steam was rising from the beautifully cooked ribs.

And in front of him three middle-aged men were looking at me with blank expressions.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

I picked up my chopsticks and put the galbijjim into my mouth.

A delicious seasoning exquisitely permeated between the ribs.

Of all the galbijjim I’ve had recently this was by far the best. It was so good that I just wanted to put rice in my mouth.

“It’s delicious. Can I take it home? What do you think gentlemen?”

I asked them a question while holding chopsticks in my hand.

Then there was a long silence.

They looked at each other diligently and one of them looked toward the entrance through which I had come in.

As if he was expecting someone to come in.

“You don’t even touch a dog while you’re eating right? That’s why I told you in advance not to come in.”

An uncomfortable silence follows.

I continued to put the galbijjim in my mouth while enjoying the silence.

It’s delicious.

I really need to pack my bags and go home.

After finishing a plate of galbijjim in an instant I wiped the seasoning off my chopsticks on the shirt of the gentleman standing right in front of me.

The rib stew seasoning was on his white dress shirt but the gentleman was frozen like ice and didn’t move at all.

Instead it was the nobleman in front of this nobleman who opened his mouth.

“…What brings you here Pope Kim Si-woo? We were here to get to know each other better…”

“I also came here to get to know you better. Are you the Park congressman that the ‘prophet’ guy was talking about?”

He closed his mouth again in response to my question.

I took the guy’s smartphone out of my pocket and immediately connected the call.

Ring ring ring.

Just then the smartphone that had been next to the gentleman rang.

“You are indeed Assemblyman Park. Is it true that those who sold the name of our religious order and did business lined up with you?”

Then as if he had been waiting Rep. Park answered.

“I don’t know anything about it. I just thought he was an ordinary businessman.”

“You are so shameless.”

“I really didn’t know that you were going around pretending to be a member of the Limen Church.”

“okay?”

It’s really not easy to be able to lie so shamelessly.

How many lies do you have to tell in your life to reach that level?

“So if it wasn’t related to the Limen sect it would have been okay to do something like that?”

“That’s not it…..”

Just as Rep. Park was about to start making an excuse an older gentleman who had been sitting quietly at the head of the table opened his mouth.

“Pope Kim Si-woo I don’t know why you came here but is there a need to make things embarrassing for both of us? I’ll overlook your rudeness so let’s stop here.”

“disrespect?”

“If a religious person touches a politician and a bad article comes out about it wouldn’t it be a problem? So let’s stop here.”

If I translate it it means ‘Why are you attacking me as a religious person? Do you want to taste power?’ But as soon as I heard that I couldn’t help but laugh.

There is only one reason why I have never touched politicians until now.

Because it’s annoying.

But this time the line was crossed. Anger easily surpassed annoyance.

I threw one of the chopsticks I was holding at the nobleman sitting at the head table.

Phew whoosh.

Then the chopsticks dug sharply into the gentleman’s shoulder and a scream escaped his mouth.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

Hearing that scream I immediately went to the table of honor and stuck the remaining chopsticks into his thigh.

Then he whispered softly into the ear of the gentleman who was writhing in pain.

“I’ll show you what real rudeness is. Look forward to it.”

Our Pope please stop this