American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Why..."

Yorks combined all the circumstances of Old Brown and finally couldn't figure it out. He could only think that something might have happened on the day they met, because the building where Old Brown walked out was not his house.

According to Old Brown's code of conduct, he would avoid things whenever he could and would never take the initiative to do anything unless something really happened.

Recalling Old Brown's tone, Yorks put the envelope away and walked out.

He lacked crucial information, but he also respected Brown's choice.

"cough……"

The white-haired old Brown walked slowly and looked back at the old church. With a calm face, he put his hands in his pockets and walked in a certain direction.

Due to the chronic disease of emphysema, he cannot do strenuous movements. Once it gets too strenuous, he will have difficulty breathing and feel chest tightness and suffocation. In severe cases of this chronic disease, he will faint and die.

"cough."

Old Brown coughed again and began to feel short of breath, but his steps remained firm and he walked slowly at the same frequency.

A long time passed before Old Brown reached his destination.

"..."

"Ha ha!!!"

"Look at him!!!"

"..."

There were these sounds again, but there was no wavering in Old Brown's eyes. After all, there were no surveillance cameras in the sewers over there and here, and they were in a blind spot, so they became the base camp of those people.

Old Brown stopped where he was and looked at the source of the sound. It was still the same group of scum who were blackmailing a passing couple. They were laughing and joking the whole time, just like a manic psychopath. .

"Is she your girlfriend? So beautiful."

"Don't be afraid! Just take some money and pay the toll."

"You don't want to see something you don't want to see happen, right?"

"..."

Thinking of something, Old Brown's breathing became rapid again. He subconsciously covered his chest and walked towards the path on the right in an unattractive way. Finally, he entered the house on the right through the small door next to the path.

He walked inside, opened the inner door, and walked inside.

It has a layout of two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, but the floor is in a mess, with bottles and cans and junk food scattered all over the place. The furniture is also in tatters. There is a ball of frozen feces and urine on the sofa, and the walls are covered with messy stains. graffiti.

It was just one day.

Old Brown pursed his lips, stepped on the garbage on the floor, walked to the room inside, and stood at the door to take a look.

I saw that the room inside was very dirty, with garbage everywhere, and the quilt on the bed was full of stains, but there were sets of discarded tools left in the middle.

He knew what these tools were. They were all tools for sucking drugs. Obviously, this place had become a place for those scum to suck drugs.

This was probably why those scumbags targeted his old friend and comrade-in-arms.

Old Brown's eyes became colder and colder. He walked slowly to the broken window, pulled the tattered curtains to cover his body, and just looked at the arrogant and domineering scum with calm eyes.

Compared to where he lived, the house where his lonely old friend lived, that is, the house at his feet, happened to face the sewer.

As Old Brown watched, the scene in his field of vision had changed to that morning, when he came out of his old friend's house and happened to meet Father Yorks.

"..."

"Brown, I'm scared."

Hearing what his old friend said, he looked at his old friend and was just a little stunned, but he also understood what his old friend meant.

"I was scared all the time, Brown, they put shit in my mailbox and one time it hit me in the face and one night they were going to break my window and they called me... uh, you should know that Bad words..."

Finally, he saw his old friend pull out a bayonet from his arms and said seriously.

"I can't take it anymore."

"..."

He tried to persuade and asked his old friend to call the police, but he only got one sentence.

"I've called the police numerous times, Brown you know it's to no avail."

"..."

After his persuasion that morning, his old friend promised him not to do anything. But after they separated that day, his old friend died that night. His whole body was covered with traces of beatings. The cause of death was several wounds on his chest and abdomen. Stab.

Because they died in the sewer in front, these scum hanging around were also arrested by the police, but without evidence, these people were only detained for a few hours before being released.

Who would value a helpless old man? Except for him, no one will take him seriously, including the police...

"cough."

Thinking of this, Old Brown coughed and stared at the scum in front of him who were still bullying passers-by, his eyes unwavering.

As an officer who has participated in real wars and retired, what he lacks most is patience.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Old Brown took a look at the sky and saw that the sun had set unknowingly. At the same time, he also saw that the scum at the entrance of the sewer began to disperse and go their own ways.

Among them, a relatively thin young man clapped his fists with another group of people, touched their chests, and then separated from them, walking towards him alone.

"The time has come."

Old Brown silently took out a pistol from his arms and checked the silencer on the muzzle.

If York was here, he could tell the model and data of the pistol.

Sig Sauer P365-380, the ammunition capacity is determined by the magazine and can be divided into ten rounds and twelve rounds. The trigger resets quickly, which is conducive to rapid shooting and has small recoil.

These features allow P365 to be controlled well even in the hands of the elderly or women.

In other words, this pistol is suitable for use by a person of Brown's age.

"cough."

Old Brown coughed to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the pistol. Looking at the scum that had disappeared into the alley, he began to change his position and walk towards the door.

When he reached the door, Old Brown could already hear the footsteps outside, so he simply opened the door.

As the door opened, Old Brown saw the scumbag who had been separated from the team walking into the building.

At the same time, Willie, who walked into the building, also saw Old Brown opening the door. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The two sides just met in the long and narrow path.

Looking at the old man who just stared at him unmoved, Willy frowned.

"Old man, don't you know this is my territory? Get out of here!"

However, Old Brown has quickly raised his gun. Although he is old, he is not slow. He is old and can only deal with young people through this unexpected method.

Willy was shocked. Although he didn't know what was going on with the old man, he quickly reached for the waistband of his pants with his right hand.

It's a pity that when they meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. Old Brown has already taken the advantage. He aims the gun and directly pulls the trigger. Although there is a silencer, the sound of the gun is smaller, but there is still a sound.

With a bang, Old Brown hit Willie's right hand first with his first shot.

"Hmph!" Willy was in pain and his right hand was hit to the other side.

At this moment, Old Brown's muzzle had been transferred, and he pulled the trigger again with a calm expression.

There was a second bang, and the second shot hit Willie in the chest.

"you you!!!"

Willy was a little in disbelief, staring at the old man in front of him, clutching his chest and throwing himself forward without any strength.

He had no idea why the damn old man wanted to kill him! !

However, just as he fell to the ground, Brown pulled the trigger again.

With a bang, the third shot hit Willy's forehead very accurately, killing him with one blow.

puff! ! ! !

The contact between flesh and hard ground caused a muffled sound.

After shooting one person, Old Brown looked completely calm. He just looked at the body lying in a pool of blood, put the pistol back into his arms, then put his hands into his pockets, took out a pair of gloves and slowly put them on, without fear of anyone. passing by.

After completing this step, he reached back, pulled the door handle, closed the door gently, and then walked slowly towards the body.

Although I don’t know who killed my old friend, as long as he is in the sewer, he is the murderer’s accomplice and one of the murderers.

Old Brown stood in front of the corpse and looked at it for a few seconds, then bowed with some effort and began to move the corpse and turn him over.

The blood holes on the corpse's forehead and chest were bleeding, but Old Brown didn't mind it at all, and kept groping around inside the corpse with his hands.

Not long after, he found a Colt M1911 pistol, a small bag of white items, a wallet, and some miscellaneous items.

These things were already stained with blood. Old Brown continued to take out a black plastic bag from his pocket. This was an ordinary plastic bag used to buy groceries and other things. He simply threw everything in.

"Ahem...the first one..."

Old Brown took a serious look at the shocked face on the corpse. He stood up with difficulty, carried the plastic bag and walked slowly towards the exit. His whole expression was like an old man passing by...