American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

same moment.

The church, lit only by candlelight, was still dark.

Yorkist, who has become a heretic in some people's mouths, has already walked to the statue of Jesus. He made the sign of the cross to the statue of Jesus and continued walking into the lounge with his backpack.

When he came to the lounge, Yorks first came to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe with only two sets of divine robes, and after groping for a while, he smoothly pulled out the bottom door inside.

As the sensor light turned on, the shelf embedded in the wall suddenly appeared in front of you.

The lounge was indeed a lounge, but it also contained his small box of ammunition.

I have become so cautious that I have no choice but to offend too many demons and there is no guarantee that anyone will come to take revenge.

The overall layout of the shelves is like the shelves in the warehouse at home, with layers upon layers filled with corresponding firearms, magazines, and boxes.

The first floor is a pistol, the second floor is an automatic rifle, the third floor is a shotgun, the fourth floor is a submachine gun...

After sorting and placing the firearms in the bag one by one, Yorks closed the covered bottom door with a treasured look, and then closed the closet door.

"get off work!"

Yorks squeezed his shoulders and walked outside. Before leaving, he didn't forget to make the sign of the cross and say goodbye to the statue of Jesus.

"Good night……"

This is his daily life, and the day goes by like this.

There was no talking all night, just like a working man, York took his backpack from home, got into the Ford Raptor, and drove to the church.

At the end of the morning, he listened to the troubles expressed by five believers as usual.

These worries are nothing. They are basically chores at home, family relationships, financial pressure, unsatisfactory work, the hard work of raising children, etc.

According to the prayers of believers, he will also give his own suggestions and comfort, just like a central air conditioner that warms everyone.

Unfortunately there are no random missions triggered.

When the last believer was about to be sent away, Camille Benjamin, the chairman of the Lens Community Council, who had just recovered from the comfort, suddenly said to him before leaving.

"Father, there will be a charity event held in the Lens community in two days. Can you come and participate?"

Yorks probably thought about his personal itinerary and did not refuse.

"If I'm free that day, I'll go."

Ms. Camille held her handbag and nodded with a smile. "I understand, Father, we will send someone to take a look when the time comes."

"Um."

Yorkes crossed himself. "The Lord will bless you."

"Thank you for your support."

Camille also made the sign of the cross on her chest, nodded deeply in response, and then left the church under York's gaze.

After seeing off the last believer, York returned to the altar in the hall, taking out his vibrating cell phone as he walked.

"..."

"Dear priest, I have sent you information about the Vance gang by email..."

The information about Hannah, the intelligence dealer, finally came. He could hardly wait for this information. After all, he had accepted all of Old Brown's assets. If he didn't take revenge sooner, he felt uneasy.

Ignoring the word "b" in the message, Yorks kept walking towards the break room, sat directly in front of the boss's desk, took out his laptop, turned it on and clicked on the email icon.

Log in to your personal account, click on the encrypted email sent by Hannah, and enter your password.

As the password was entered, names and photos were listed one after another in great detail on a table, with their location, usual location and habits written on it...

Looking at the names one after another, Yorks subconsciously thought of Old Brown. His eyes darkened, and he silently took out his mobile phone and transferred 100,000 to Hannah.

On the same day, Yorks put up a sign saying "Sorry for the temporary trouble" and drove out of the church with a backpack.

…………………………………………

Burgundy Bar, a bar still open during the day.

Although there were a lot fewer customers inside than at night, there were still many people sitting around the bar or at the bar seats, eating and drinking, and the atmosphere was relatively calm.

There were three men sitting in a corner of the bar. Their faces were cold and heavy, and they were pouring glass after glass of wine into their mouths.

The evil aura on his body was clearly visible, and no one dared to approach them.

Standing at the bar was a middle-aged man who was cleaning wine glasses. He glanced at the guests far away and looked at the three people drinking in front of them.

"Drink less, don't affect my business."

boom! ! !

Among the three of them, a man with a beard and a particularly hairy body slammed his wine glass and said coldly.

"Fk!!! Those damn DEA and COPS, they raided two of my locations!!!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and his words were not polite at all.

"Wadang, it's better to keep a low profile these days and wait until this storm passes."

"I'm not willing to give in!" Wadang, who seemed to be the leader of the three, said solemnly. "I must get this debt back!"

Speaking of this, Wadang's cold eyes stopped on the middle-aged man.

"Have you found the murderer who killed Felton and the others? If there hadn't been a problem on Felton's side, this matter wouldn't have gotten worse!!"

The middle-aged man stopped wiping the wine glass, shook his head and nodded again.

"The storage equipment in Felton Field has been damaged, but we used the cameras along the road to find a suspicious old man."

Wadang frowned and said with a murderous look in his eyes.

"who is it?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and resumed wiping the wine glass.

"The gang is still investigating, but it will be soon, probably only in the next few days."

Wadang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

"Okay! I'll wait!!"

Just then, a bell rang at the door.

The middle-aged man stopped wiping the wine glass and looked over to say hello when he saw a man wearing a suit, hat and mask walking in, holding a piece of paper in his hand towards them. Take a look.

The middle-aged man frowned and wondered subconsciously. He already felt something was wrong in his heart. He yelled to remind his companions.

“Wadang!!!”

But at this moment, the man had already confirmed, raised the Beretta 92fs that had been prepared, pointed it at the middle-aged man with wide eyes, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!!!!"

A bloody hole burst out from the middle-aged man's forehead, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"..."

When the gunshots started, all the guests panicked. They instinctively lay down and took cover. Suddenly, the bar was in chaos.

At the same time, the three people in Watang who heard the shouts and gunshots were startled and wanted to fight back.

But the opportunity had been lost, and the man's gun had already been pointed at them.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

The continuous gunshots caused the three people in Wadang to be covered in blood, and the bullets that penetrated the flesh also caused wood chips to fly from the bar counter.

After firing fourteen bullets in one go, and letting the three silent bodies fall on the broken bar, the man continued to shift the muzzle of his gun and aim it at the camera above.

Bang bang bang three shots.

After knocking down the three cameras, the man glanced at the shivering guests inside, turned around and walked outside, quickly leaving the scene...