I, Doctor in the US

Maeve, no matter how you look at her, she seems like an ordinary American housewife.

Looking at her figure, you can't say she's too fat; you could only say she's the usual American fat.

But still, she's considered fat.

As for anything else, her attire or other aspects.

She truly is just an American housewife.

On an ordinary day, she would probably be preparing dinner for her family now.

Dinner in the United States usually involves buying some semi-prepared items at the supermarket and tossing them in a frying pan.

After heating, you can eat them, of course, if you want richer flavors.

Just add some cheese or various seasonings.

Anyway, home dining in the United States is generally like this.

Like in movies and TV shows, where there's a proper outdoor barbecue using a smoker, that's not typical for ordinary families.

And this Maeve, really, no matter how you look at her, there's nothing special.

But why is this woman holding a gun and gathering people to try to kill Mr. Fulton?

"Hey, stop pretending, you should be awake now."

Owen's voice is very cold, without a trace of emotion.

Lady Maeve opened her eyes; perhaps what sets her apart from an ordinary American housewife is that she didn't scream.

But it seems, even if she did scream, it wouldn't make much difference.

Looking around, it seems to be a small room, and opposite her… that Fulton is still here!

"You will go to hell, you…"

She unleashed a torrent of curses at Fulton, the aggression was quite fierce.

Fulton felt a very strange sensation upon witnessing this scene.

Similar curses, he had heard plenty.

Especially while collecting various evidence recently, many people start by telling him to go to hell.

Luckily, being an American Black, he had heard such things since childhood.

Desensitized.

"Lady Maeve, whether or not I go to hell, we can discuss that later. I'm just really curious why you want to kill me?"

This question from Fulton was very normal.

But Owen felt this guy was still too polite.

The other party wants to kill you, idiot.

You just… Oh right, Maeve is White, Fulton is Black.

Perhaps, this is how things are in the United States.

Anyway, Owen was now in a watchful stance.

In truth, this was an interrogation session, but Fulton wanted to ask the questions himself.

However, Maeve's response left Fulton quite disappointed.

"You Black devil! What right do you have to speak here? Killing you is a mercy! You shouldn't even be here, normally, you should still be chased by lions in Africa!"

This… is truly vicious.

Fulton really couldn't take it much longer, "Hey! Lady, do you even know what's happening now?"

Maeve was naturally bound, with nylon straps, something she certainly couldn't shake off, even if just her thumbs were tied.

"What's the situation? What can you do? You're a Devil! You Devil!"

Devil?

How did it suddenly veer to this topic?

Fulton knew he wasn't getting anywhere, he turned to Owen and said apologetically, "Sorry, she doesn't really intend to answer my questions."

Owen patted his shoulder with a smile, "Actually, it's nothing."

His attitude somehow made Maeve a bit scared.

In this current situation, how could an ordinary housewife not be afraid?

But there was still a belief in her heart.

Which is dying for the Saint Master is worthy.

After all, this world will inevitably be destroyed.

When the Devil descends upon the world, everyone will die!

Such a belief supported her, but can it really continue to support her?

Owen came close to Maeve, smiled, and said: "Don't you want to know what happened to your companions?"

This question seemed ordinary but triggered fear in Maeve's heart.

Does she really have no idea?

The claymore mine, this thing is actually a landmine, only this landmine is truly vile.

The range of lethality, and the effect of it.

General ordinary folks, really can't handle it.

Maeve is really a normal housewife; before closing her eyes, she had already seen her companions getting hurt.

Comparable to a horror movie.

And now…

"I don't want to! They were warriors! Dying is what's expected!"

Quite tough, indeed.

Owen went further, saying: "Actually, generally, I don't like using such things, but when dealing with multiple people, that stuff is quite handy.

Your companions were basically a bloody mess, forget about it, I won't say more.

Actually, we're now asking you just to hear you out.

As for many things about you… who you are, where you're from, who's in your family, also, why you did this.

We know it all."

Know it all?

Maeve completely disbelieved, "You can't scare me!"

Certainly quite tough.

Owen laughed heartily, "Someone like you, so ordinary, and with no connection to Mr. Fulton.

If so, why do you want to kill Mr. Fulton then?

Actually, there can only be one answer, that you were manipulated by a cult…"

Not waiting for Owen to finish, Maeve suddenly burst out in rage!

"Descent Sect is not a cult! You ignorant fools! You understand nothing! This world is about to be destroyed! And him!"

She pointed at that Fulton.

Maeve suddenly stopped at this moment.

Because this ordinary American housewife thought, she might have been duped.

"Haha…" Owen rubbed his head and laughed, "Right, very good."

Yes, actually, they were just after this segment.

Although, this segment might not be anything crucial enough to stand in court.

But this segment is very critical.

Who was pursuing Fulton after all?

Actually, Fulton also found it strange.

At most, he could think it's connected to Purdue Pharmaceutical.

But those who came after him were very peculiar.

This bunch didn't remotely resemble professional killers.

They were just a bunch of amateurs.

So why were they doing this?

It's now very clear, it's the Descent Sect's doing.

And Maeve and they are followers of the Descent Sect.

These guys… aren't even high-level cultists.

In fact, Owen had guessed it before.

Because, to urge such amateurs to kill, what kind of organization could do that?

A simple guess and you know, it'd definitely be the Descent Sect.

Alright, actually this was Zhou Mo Sen's guess, and he guessed correctly.

And now Maeve's behavior completely confirmed this.

So what next?

This segment has been recorded, albeit it can't really serve as evidence, Zhou Mo Sen didn't plan to use it as evidence anyway.

In the United States, the law has virtually no way to deal with cults like the Descent Sect.

Obviously, there's no need to rely on the law then.

Zhou Mo Sen recorded this, intending to use other means.

If the law doesn't work, we'll go the crooked path then.