Okay, I will create a story about extreme religious leaders according to your request. In order to make the story more authentic and credible, I will first organize some basic settings. Please see if the following meets your expectations. If you have other ideas, you can always come up with them and I will make adjustments. ### Worldview setting -**Time setting**: A secret slice of time in modern society, the critical point of the conflict between technology and faith. Medical institutions found multiple cases of abnormal deaths, and the investigation pointed to a mysterious sect. -**Location setting**: The sect headquarters "Covenant Land" is located in a 2,000-acre gated community deep in the Rocky Mountains. The spire of the white marble church pierced the clouds, but the medical room was located in a damp basement, full of medieval herbs and moldy scriptures. -**Basic background**: In the third decade of the 21st century, global medical technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, but this sect called the "Sons of Holy Light" has quietly grown in the American continent, and its anti-intellectualism teachings have spread through the dark Web. The CDC has included it on the priority watch list. ###Synopsis -**Fortress of Faith**: Former neurosurgeon Gabriel Noah suffered a nervous breakdown after his wife failed chemotherapy. He transformed the bronze knocker of St. John's Cathedral into a crown of thorns and established an extreme sect that rejected modern medicine. -**Spiritual cage**: Through five daily "cleansing rituals", brainwave resonance devices, and lie detectors in the confession room, a comprehensive mental control system is constructed. Believers need to implant a chip in their wrists to monitor vital signs in real time. -**Bloody Morning Star**: The girl Irene was in a coma due to diabetes, and her mother was arrested for stealing insulin. While the medical team was treating him with bloodletting therapy in the basement, Gabriel was injecting stem cell enhancers into the secret room. -**The night before the collapse**: The defector took a pinhole camera to record and defected to the FBI. The sect accountant found a large number of purchase orders for antidepressant drugs. On a rainy night, Irene's body oozes pale pink liquid under the altar. -**Final Trial**: When SWAT broke into the church, Gabriel swallowed a cyanide capsule. His personal safe contained his wife's pathology report of the year-the misdiagnosis notice shone coldly in the moonlight. We will focus on the core plot of Gabriel dealing with the traitor on a rainy night. This scene full of religious imagery and the struggle of human nature will show the distorting power of extreme beliefs on human nature. --- The heavy rain beat the blood-colored lines on the stained windows of the church, the hem of Gabriel's white robe swept across the stone steps of the dungeon, and the blue light from the electronic shackles cast a spider-web shadow on the damp walls. He stopped in front of the third cell, and the breathing valve of the medical protective mask neighed. "Sister Aisha, you let the Lord's vineyard crawl into the poisonous snake. "His voice is processed by a voice changer, like a pipe organ mixed with electric current noise. The woman in the corner of the cell was curled up in the moonlight, the indwelling needle buried in the vein of her left arm glowing with faint light. The woman suddenly became violent, and the infusion rack hit the iron rail and made a dull noise: "My daughter is in the ICU of the children's Hospital!" They said they wanted to amputate their limbs! And what are you doing? "She tore open her collar, and the chip implanted wound under the clavicle was still bleeding. "This devil device electrocutes her every ten minutes!" " Gabriel took a step back, and twenty black-robed medical teams emerged from the dark, holding gilded scalpels and mahogany crosses. "Do you remember the oath of admission? 'All who believe will be healed'. "He opened his left sleeve, and the miniature projector implanted under the skin cast holographic scriptures in the air, "Mark 16:18." . . . . . " "Press your hand on the patient, and the patient will be fine. "The medical team chanted in unison, and the scalpels were connected into a silver river in the moonlight. Gabriel's white robe was windless and automatic, and the adrenaline syringe in his pocket was hot against his thigh-he had only injected himself with dexamethasone in the secret room three hours ago. The dungeon trembled suddenly, and the sound of thunder engulfed the woman's scream. Gabriel's pupils contracted, and he saw the torrential rain penetrating the stone wall and converging at the woman's feet into what the Book of Revelation said was "like a sea of glass, in which fire is mixed." When the medical team held down the struggling woman, he noticed that there was a miniature communicator hidden behind her right ear, and her distorted face was reflected on the metal surface. "Purification procedure. "He turned and walked towards the rotating stairs, and his white robe swept past the candlesticks on the wall. Those beeswax were actually biosensors, and at this moment, the woman's heart rate data was being transmitted to his retina for projection. At 200bpm, 280bpm, the zero buzzer exploded in the nerve implant, like a communion bell being rung by a demon. The bulletproof glass in the secret room of the attic reflected his double reflection: the white-robed priest and the man in a Burberry suit. In the safe, the yellowed pathology report showed new handwriting under ultraviolet light-"Breast cancer stage III was misdiagnosed as advanced." Gabriel tore off the crown of thorns, and those nano-level spikes left bloody Hebrews on his forehead: Eloi, Eloi, Ramassabagoni? The incinerator under the altar roared, and the heavy rain washed the spire of the church.