American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

After hearing the meaning, Saxon was speechless for a moment and stared at Father Marty, stunned on the spot.

Even Emilia didn't expect that the result would be like this, but compared to Saxon, she could still calmly look at Father Marty in front of her with doubts in her eyes.

"Father Marty, is there something wrong with this inviter?"

Father Marty shook his head: "No, Rini's problem is not big, the problem is her bedridden mother."

As he said that, Father Marty thought of something and said seriously: "No matter what, you'd better not get involved in this matter, otherwise you will be watched by interested people throughout your life, especially you, Ms. Emilia, they like you the most It’s people like you who have some special abilities.”

The words were a bit vague, and it involved people with intentions, who they were, and who these people were. Saxon didn't understand, but he could hear the danger in it, and it was so dangerous that it made his back feel cold.

He acted immediately and grabbed the hand of his girlfriend Emilia.

"Let's stop filming and go back immediately!"

Emilia took a deep breath, glanced at the thoughtful Father Marty, and nodded.

"good."

Being able to construct and create a huge live broadcast platform from the beginning to the end with her own abilities, she is not a brainless woman, she knows what to do. She is here to avoid danger, so she will naturally not be discouraged.

Father Marty kept his expression low as he pushed the information that he had only read at the beginning to the two of them and said with a smile: "Congratulations on making the right choice."

"Thank you for your answer, Father Marty." Emilia took the information in front of her smoothly, but she still had some doubts in her heart.

"It's just that I'm a little confused. Who are they you are talking about?"

Father Marty said calmly: "A group of believers who believe in Satan and hell."

Emilia was startled this time, because she had not expected this at all. She had thought about extremely dangerous evil spirits and other dirty things, but she had never thought that the inviter would be associated with a group of Satan believers.

"A group of Satan's believers?" Saxon muttered subconsciously.

"There is actually such a group?"

"There are all kinds of weird things in this world. After all, there are always some desperate people who are born bad." At this point, Father Marty paused and explained: "In the words of that guy York, what kind of weird things do you mean? There are all kinds of things.”

Seeing the two people looking at each other with completely unexpected expressions, Father Marty added: "As for why Satan and the believers of hell are involved here, it's inconvenient to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

After Saxon and Amelia were shocked, Father Marty had already stood up, walked over, and opened the door.

The person who knocked on the door was a burly monk with a knight's sword. He glanced at the two people inside and said in a voice that only Father Marty could hear clearly: "Father, Mr. Agado is here again."

Father Marty nodded slightly, looked back at Saxon and Amelia, who had already stood up voluntarily, and said: "You go back first, don't touch this matter, it's best to go back to China today as you said, I guess York This is what Shi asked you to come here for."

Saxon and Emilia looked at each other and nodded.

Seeing this, Father Marty smiled: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

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[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]

[Reward: Points +0.5 has been issued]

Hearing the beep, Yorks opened his calm eyes, stared at the statue of Jesus in front of him and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Thank you for your generosity, Amen."

After the words fell, the daily fixed tasks officially ended, and Yorks began to absorb the surrounding environment.

As his prayer ended, it was getting late before he knew it.

Without looking back, through the real-time stereoscopic view, I found that only Irene was counting inventory in the warehouse outside.

Robert, the first employee to have the concept of commuting, probably left work on time.

As for John Wick, he had some vague guesses. He probably ordered something to decorate his room.

Thinking that the other party said he still had some money, Yorks couldn't help but smile. This killer who had dominated the world of killers for more than ten years was probably richer than him, a priest.

"I only have a little over two million left."

Yorks laughed at himself, then looked at the virtual window in front of him.

The 0.5 points just harvested plus the 0.5 points not used yesterday mean that there are only a few attribute points that can be used this time.

"Slower than the reward from the mission, but better than nothing."

Yorkist moved at will and added this attribute point to his spirit.

[Spirit 154 increased to 155]

After hearing the reminder, Yorks took out his mobile phone from his arms.

At present, his most likely chance of triggering a random mission comes from the cult associated with Anthony Wal-Mart in the disc incident.

It's a pity that Hannah, a little girl, doesn't know what she is busy with, so she still hasn't called back.

Do you want to check it through church channels? But this would not be able to hide it from the people in the church, and the news would reach Old Man Gabriel. I'm afraid the final result would just be a call from Old Man Gabriel.

Without even thinking about it, Yorks knew what the first sentence of this call was:

"Yorks, what are you going to do again..."

Thinking of this, Yorks only felt a little headache. These people were afraid that he would cause something big and affect the reputation of the church or something, so they kept him as a key person to pay attention to.

"But there is another way..."

After thinking about it, Yorks swiped a few times on the screen of his phone to find a phone number and dialed it.

Not long after, the special voice belonging to old Mike sounded.

"Yorks?"

"It's me, Father Mike."

The voice rang out from a research room. Old Mike put his mobile phone on the table and was working on the ratio he had just studied. His hands were busy and he didn't forget to speak.

"What do you want from me?"

There was nothing unusual about his tone, but it sounded a little strange to York's ears.

"Father Mike, are you in a bad mood tonight?"

Old Mike immediately stopped injecting blood into the blood vessels in his hand, and twitched the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but think of his son Healy, who didn't have a good airway.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't procrastinate. I'm very busy."

Yorks subconsciously took the phone away: "I would like to ask you to help me find detailed information about a person, Tony Wal-Mart and the Anthony family behind him."

"Are you going to use my name again?"

Hearing this sentence, Yorks had already thought about what Old Mike's next sentence would be.

"What are you doing secretly again?"

"Alas," Yorks sighed, "Are you even like this, Father Mike?"

However, the response I received was: "York, when you think about what you have done, don't you think about it?"