American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The best outcome like this is to drive people away and leave the burly John Wick in charge.

This approach is the most correct choice.

At first glance, the old man named Frank looks like a real oil stick who can't splash oil or water out.

Only such people would shamelessly cheat their own children.

He was actually able to embezzle the children's winter savings when the cold winter was approaching.

Even under such conditions, he, the priest, could still see the chicness in it.

This is a job that is not worth saving.

So what he did was drive him away.

So, Yorks just watched the burly John Wick go directly into the confession room, and forcefully carried the old man out who was still looking confused.

Holding the collar is like carrying a human toy.

The scenes were so different that the old man could feel the gap between the enemy and us and walked away obediently.

Yorks also felt that this was the end of the matter.

However, he found that he was very wrong.

What was wrong was that he underestimated the old man's face.

When John Wick asked the confused old man away, he was not ready to add the points from the daily fixed tasks.

The other party didn't know if he was dissatisfied, but he started swearing on the street outside the church.

And this scolding also has a little bit of strategy and a little bit of cleverness.

Because he is very clever in yelling at Qu, and scolding the public in the same way.

…

"I hope to share my troubles with the priest of this church! I am eager to seek his guidance and help!"

"Yes!!! But he actually refused the conversation! Oh my god! Is this God's spokesperson? What qualifications does he have to reject such a devout believer on behalf of God!"

"No! He has no right to reject me! God should be everyone's God, not anyone else's God!"

"..."

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth. Through the three-dimensional picture in his mind, he could see the old man he met for the first time today kneeling at the door of the church, stretching out his hands and shouting to the sky!

This also made believers in the church and pedestrians passing by look at each other.

"Father?"

John Wick said: "Do you want me to..."

"No need." Yorks interrupted him, glanced at Eileen who was looking over, and stood up.

"I will solve it myself. After all, the root cause is on my side."

As he spoke, Yorks ignored the people in the church, walked into a small room on the right, and took out a pistol from a hidden box.

The old man named Frank's method was very clever, but he was also very wrong, because what he didn't know was that all the residents here, including the nearby residents, were believers in the Pluto Church.

The connections and emotions involved were beyond his imagination.

Apparently, this was a stranger who appeared out of nowhere.

He is so smart with so many ideas, but he is not very smart and seems to be very stupid.

So the old believers in the church watched him coming with a pistol, looking at each other, but doing nothing, as if they knew something about each other, then they all smiled, closed their eyes and continued to pray.

"Father."

Only Irene came over quickly and wanted to persuade her, but was interrupted by Yorks.

"Eileen, the way to deal with a scoundrel is not to be soft, but to either be more scoundrel than him, or let him know how serious the price is."

Yorkist held his pistol openly and walked towards the main entrance, facing the curious and expectant eyes of the believers in the front yard.

"I can't let him affect my mood for the day, not to mention that I just hosted a beautiful wedding today."

Just kidding, only scoundrels are afraid of him, there is no reason for him to be afraid of scoundrels.

Has he reformed too many scoundrels? Ai Wen, who was previously responsible for picking up and delivering mail, directly changed his life under his physical transformation. He is extremely well-behaved, works hard, and his reputation and service are first-class in this place.

Erin and John Wick looked at each other and quickly followed.

At the same time, some believers also followed silently, with a look in their eyes as if they were watching a good show.

………

"Oh my God! My God! My God! Your spokesman has rejected me!"

Frank was still kneeling on the ground and moaning. Despite this, he had been observing everything around him with the corner of his eye.

If anything was wrong, he would leave immediately.

As a result, after observing, Frank felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart, so much so that his drunkenness dissipated a lot in an instant.

This made him feel colder all over as he became more energetic, just like the coldness he felt after waking up in the morning after being drunk and lying naked on the street.

Because the people who gathered around him, including those who were coming and going at the main entrance of the church, all looked at him with pity, without sympathy or understanding, as if they saw some poor person.

At the same time, he looked towards the church from time to time, as if he was expecting something.

"You think I'm pitiful? Expectation? What exactly are you expecting? Wrong! Something's wrong!

fk! What is this situation? "

Frank was stunned, and he suddenly realized that things were going less and less like he thought.

Especially the expression on a young man who just passed by made him think more and feel more and more uneasy.

Judging from his uniform, he is a staff member responsible for mail pickup and delivery. The expression on his face is full of nostalgia, and he doesn't know what he is missing.

And his eyes directly upgraded, from pity to pity, and there were many eyes, complex enough for him to see a little meaning.

That's it, brother, run!

"Watt? So evil?"

Frank was stunned for a moment, and his yelling voice became smaller and smaller. He decisively stopped yelling and was about to get up. He decisively followed the words that just came to his mind and started running away.

This place is so weird! Everyone is sb!

With this idea in mind, Frank started to stand up, but at this moment he suddenly found that there seemed to be countless pairs of invisible hands pressing on his body, making him unable to move.

Frank's pupils shrank, he felt horrified, and he quickly used all his strength to get up.

What frightened him was that all the strength in his body disappeared like a stone sinking into the ocean, and he could not make any movement.

"save!"

Frank simply chose to shout.

"Life!"

But just after he said the last word of his life, Frank could no longer say the next sentence, because he found that a group of people had appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

The leader of this group of people was the priest who asked him to go up today.

Now that the drunkenness had dissipated, Frank realized that the priest's figure was so strong that it made people feel scared.

This overwhelming sense of oppression simply exploded.

Even among the crowd, he stands out, the only one who attracts attention.

The most important thing was that the priest who was beginning to scare him had a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him from time to time.

"fk!"

Frank cursed himself in annoyance. Not to mention the inexplicable force pressing on him, he felt like he had kicked an iron plate.

wrong! It’s me! Go to church drunk!

"Father!"

"Father Yorks!"

"Father!"

"..."

With the greetings and respectful tones ringing around him, Frank looked defeated, stared at the priest and nodded, walked all the way to him and stopped in front of him.

Then, Frank's scalp began to tingle and his pupils trembled.

Because the priest in front of him put the pistol lightly to his forehead and spoke calmly.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

Feeling the coolness on his forehead, Frank was almost drunk because he was almost frightened, and his face changed wildly.

"Wrong! I was wrong! Father!"

Frank's face was about to cry, but he was shouting in his heart: Is this a priest? A gang boss who didn't appear from nowhere?

But the indifferent crowd surrounding him told Frank from their expressions that the oppressive man wearing a divine robe in front of him was indeed a priest.

"I was wrong! Father! I was drunk just now! I'll leave right away!"

Frank's expression changed quickly, and he said cautiously: "Drunk, drunk, drink..."

The voice stopped abruptly in York's half-smiling expression.

"You can't do this!" Frank was scared this time, his whole body began to tremble a little, and his voice trembled.

"It's illegal to point a gun at someone, and if you don't have a firearms license, a concealed license is a crime..."

"Oh." Yorks smiled: "So you know this. It seems you should have sobered up. Unfortunately, I have both certificates. Even if I shoot you, I can still escape punishment."

As he said that, Frank turned to the people around him from time to time with a look in his eyes asking for help, and then spoke.

"And do you know who they are?"

Frank's eyes widened, and his body became more trembling when he remembered the previous situation.

"They are all old believers here, my old acquaintances. You really have the guts to make trouble here and damage my reputation."

Yorks suppressed Frank with telekinesis, controlled the muzzle of the gun with his right hand, and tapped him on the forehead.

There are no bullets in the gun, so it's not a big problem. Let's scare him for a while.

"You're done!"

Yorks said: "Whether I kill you or not, based on what you just said, you will go to jail for several years."

"I was wrong! Father!" Frank was so frightened that he lost his wits on the spot, and the urge to urinate gushed out from his bottom. What made him most painful was not death, but the fact that he could not drink and continue to be carefree.

"I shouldn't have said that to you, I shouldn't have said that to you!"

Frank stared, trying to grab the feet of the priest in front of him to show mercy, crying and begging for mercy, but he was still unable to move and could only watch the priest in front of him begging for mercy.

"Me!! I can! Pay for it! Yes! I can pay for it!"

However, the priest in front of him showed an expression that made him feel scared.

"You realize you were wrong now? Don't you think it's too late?"

Frank was dumbfounded. He no longer knew what to do to pretend that what had just happened had never happened. The cleverness, self-righteousness, and rogue-like indifference in his mind had already collapsed under this great sense of oppression. .

Until now, he didn't know why the people around him had such expressions.

Fortunately, when he began to hold back the urge to urinate, the priest in front of him suddenly changed the topic of conversation.

"Even so, I am the spokesperson of God. As a priest, I can forgive your mistakes, but..."

Yorks once again tapped the forehead of the old man named Frank in front of him with the muzzle of his gun, and said calmly.

"You have to pay the price for your actions and mistakes. Are you willing to pay?"

There was hope in Frank's eyes, and he said quickly: "I do! I am willing to apologize for my actions, Father!"

"good!"

It looked almost the same. Under the witness of the believers, Yorks put away his pistol and looked back at Robert.

"Robert, is there any other work in the church now?"

Robert understood instantly and replied: "Father York, there is still a lot of work in the backyard, and the pigeon coop needs to be cleaned, and the side room also needs to be cleaned."

Yorks turned his head, released his suppressed thoughts, and looked at Frank.

"Mr. Frank, did you hear that?"

"I heard you! Father!"

Frank responded quickly: "I heard you! Please leave all these matters to me. I will do it seriously and apologize for my actions and mistakes!"

Is he really still a smart man? Yorks smiled and looked at Robert and John Wick, asking them to take this old man in and reform him.

John Wick nodded, walked out smoothly, picked up Frank, whose feet were already weak, and took him into the church again.

I just took it out and now I'm taking it back.

"Let's all disperse, I have something to do." Yorks put away his pistol and waved to the believers who had been watching or people he knew well.

"Yes! Father Yorks!"

"Okay, Father."

"I hope you don't mind what happened just now, Father York. We all know what you are like."

"..."

Each has his or her own way of addressing and greeting them, but the same expression shows that they understand each other well after watching a good show.

Not long after, the scene gathered because of Frank began to return to normal.

It is what it is in the past.

Only Alvin withdrew his sympathetic gaze, carefully approached the priest, handed out an envelope like a document bag, and said carefully.

"Father York, I have a delivery from you today."

Yorks glanced at Ivan, who was tense as if he were facing a beast, took the sealed document bag in his hand, and said with a gentle smile:

"How have you been lately, Alvin? You shouldn't be bullying anyone, right?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Ai Wen said righteously, straightening his body: "Father! I am no longer the person I used to be!"

"Not bad! I found that everyone has a good reputation for your style recently!"

Yorks smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, turned around and left, leaving only one sentence that moved Alvin.

"Work hard! I see everything. If you need help, just let me know and everyone will be willing to help you."

Ivan looked at the priest's back, lowered his head slightly, and said gratefully.

"I will, Father York, thank you for your education and guidance, which allowed me to change my life! I found a new life and the right direction..."

Yorks smiled and did not look back. He just held the document bag and waved.

Eileen kept following behind, looking at this scene thoughtfully.

She found that her priest seemed to have done nothing and left all the management work to her, but he seemed to have done a lot of things that she didn't know about.

At the same time, something happened everywhere, and a scream of collapse came from a certain house.

"Who! Who stole my money?"

"This is the money I saved for the winter for you! FK! It's the money I saved for the winter for this family!"

"Karl! Karl, isn't it you!"

After these words were spoken, the tender voice of a child sounded.

"No! Not me!"

There was a flurry of excitement.

A weak voice sounded: "Fiona, Frank seemed to have been here yesterday!"

"Damn!!! It must be him!"

"Frank! fk!!"