I, Doctor in the US

"You ignorant humans! Don't touch me! The end of the world is coming!"

In a certain police station in San Diego.

An ordinary middle-aged American woman was yelling at the officers.

A police chief came over, and a subordinate handed over some documents.

"What's the situation with this woman named Maeve?"

"Someone dropped her off at our doorstep."

"Huh? Where's that person?"

"No idea, a car came in the middle of the night and kicked her out."

"Did anyone chase after the car?"

"We didn't have enough manpower at night, and the license plate was unclear. Chief, look at her..."

"Are you saying she's a madwoman, and those guys planned to leave her for us to deal with?"

"Yes, but we've already obtained her information, only... it seems her husband died in that motel."

"Is it the case with the Claymore mine?"

"Yes."

"F*ck! What about the motel owner? Doesn't the motel have any surveillance footage at all?"

"All destroyed, we didn't see anything, and this... It's definitely related, but what should we do?"

"This woman is out of her mind... That motel case, they had guns, right?"

"Yes, and we found Maeve's fingerprints on a gun."

"Then... get in touch with the psychiatric hospital, the case has no leads, it's hard to handle, might as well tell the psychiatric hospital that this woman is insane."

The police chief handled it adeptly.

After all, women like Maeve are unlikely to be accepted by the prison, and what charges would they prosecute her for?

Look at her current state of madness.

But, Maeve didn't think she was crazy.

She kept talking about the Descent Sect doctrines, the end of the world, and the arrival of the devil.

So, when the people from the psychiatric hospital came over.

Well, this is our patient.

As Maeve was taken away, she was still yelling and shouting.

Actually, the police were somewhat alert as well.

They, too, found the case very unusual.

Especially the appearance of a Claymore mine in a regular motel.

That's way too unusual.

However, they currently lacked surveillance footage, relying solely on the owner's account.

The motel owner's story was quite messy.

It seemed like a white guy wanted to protect a black guy, and then a lot of people came, all armed, seemingly chasing that black guy.

This is truly damn baffling.

The key is, the case police chief felt like he was reliving the happy scalping era.

Maeve's group, mostly white, were armed and seemed intent on taking down a black guy.

This really felt like a slave capture scene.

So, the police chief wasn't dumb.

There's definitely something wrong here, possibly related to religion or something.

So, more is less.

The police chief's handling was indeed very American in style.

Actually, investigations here aren't as slick as depicted in movies.

No choice, too many cases.

Especially in our San Diego, this city has all kinds of people.

So many Old Mo from the south, countless.

All kinds of cases, murders, there are just too many.

The police force is insufficient.

They can't handle all the cases.

With complicated, bizarre cases like this.

They avoid handling if possible.

But the police chief managed to pass this case along.

He probably couldn't foresee the surge of similar cases afterward.

...

San Francisco.

"What? Some followers got into trouble?"

"Indeed, they seem... Saint Master, should we stop the pursuit of Fulton?"

"Stop? What are you talking about?! That's nonsense!"

The matter with Maeve reached the Saint Master's ears.

Bishop was furious!

And Zhao Ying wanted to intervene... which was her usual behavior.

But the Saint Master absolutely wouldn't listen to her.

"Those followers were incompetent! They overestimated themselves!"

This... seemed somewhat reasonable.

But Bishop's words clearly disheartened everyone.

Zhao Ying could only remain silent.

Truthfully, Zhao Ying always knew that this Saint Master was peculiar, his personality unpredictable, erratic.

But it seemed typical for a sect leader like him.

And now, Bishop was growing increasingly insane.

He continued, "Tell all believers! Whoever can take down Fulton will have the opportunity for a private meeting with me!"

Ah, this... was tempting for the Descent Sect followers.

Zhao Ying nodded, but inside she was quite delighted.

Because, it seemed Bishop had forgotten the task he earlier assigned her.

Sometimes, thinking too much isn't good.

Just as Zhao Ying and other senior members were about to leave, Bishop called her back.

"How is that Zhou Mo Sen guy?"

Zhao Ying felt helpless, wishing she hadn't thought of this.

However, she did have a response ready.

"Saint Master, after my long efforts at persuasion, Zhou Mo Sen seems to have finally embraced our doctrine!"

Bishop was delighted to hear it.

"Great! Arrange for him to meet me when possible."

"Yes!"

Responding, Zhao Ying quickly left.

In truth, as a Chinese-American California Senator, she didn't want to stay near the Saint Master even one more minute.

...

Kobrand, being the finest priest in all America... or so he believed.

His schedule was packed tightly.

Truly busy.

After a battle at the Republican convention.

Ha... that Bishop still wants to compete with me?

Kobrand had plenty of reasons to feel smug.

Initially worried that Bishop, or rather the Descent Sect, would be formidable.

But they were so easily defeated!

It seemed God favored him!

Kobrand, though part of a cult, never wore priest or clerical attire.

Yet he still preached the same old God routine.

Though mostly engaged in exorcism and ghost hunting.

Exorcism was mostly loud shouting.

Success was known only to him.

But regardless, it worked!

Bishop lost to him.

Worth celebrating.

Unexpectedly, someone handed him something.

"Priest, someone left this videotape, saying you'd be interested. We've checked, nothing wrong with it."

"Really?"

Shall we see?

Upon seeing it... Kobrand was clever.

He got it immediately.

Haha... another opportunity to strike at Bishop!

...

Los Angeles.

Zhou Mo Sen was sitting in a cafe reading a book.

He was waiting for Jessica Alba.

They had agreed to meet there.

And as for that videotape... it's like setting wolves against tigers.

Let's see if Kobrand uses it well.

But anyway, even an ordinary woman like Maeve turning into a killer...

If exposed, it could definitely hit the Descent Sect hard.

Of course, Zhou Mo Sen still had the original, not just tapes but discs too.

This footage would serve other purposes... well, it's mainly Fulton using it.

There's no rush yet, not the right time.

Zhou Mo Sen knew more killers would come from the Descent Sect.

And by then... he'd gather more such footage.

When the time was right, he'd plan something big.

While waiting, someone stood before him.

A stunning woman.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

The beautiful woman asked politely, but Zhou Mo Sen replied.

"Sorry, it's taken."

Indeed, someone was coming, he was waiting for Jessica Alba.

Even if this stunning woman was Scarlett Johnson...