American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Yorkes glanced at the scene behind Officer Baker and said.

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing this, Officer Baker looked up and looked into the crowd opposite. There was a group of young men watching over there, and he shrugged.

"A member of the Vance gang died inside. He was shot in the right hand, once in the chest, and once in the forehead. With such precise shooting techniques, the murderer was well prepared. He was probably targeting the Vance gang."

Hearing this, Yorks breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what the right hand was about, the shot in the chest and the shot in the forehead were exactly the Mozambique shooting method that Old Brown had told him.

The main point is to hit the enemy's torso with two quick shots to temporarily stop his movement, and then shoot the head with one shot. This can quickly defeat the enemy and control the danger. In game terms, it means to hit the enemy hard, and then hit the fatal blow. Critical hit.

"It seems that Old Brown must have caught the order. The identity of the old man is still somewhat confusing."

When he thought of this, Officer Baker's next words also sounded.

"Although the Vance gang is small, the person behind its boss is the Grizzly Gang in New York. The members are as united as the Grizzly Gang.

One of their members died today, and they will definitely go all out to track down the murderer. Do you think there will be chaos if the two collide? "

Grizzly Gang? Hearing this gang again, York's eyes darkened.

Officer Baker continued without noticing the change in York's eyes as he spoke.

"So there will definitely be chaos here in the near future. Although they most likely won't do anything to the priest, you'd better be careful, priest.

The sucked brain won't care about your identity..."

Officer Baker said, tapping his temple with his finger, the sarcasm was full and true.

Yorks smiled and nodded.

"I will, Officer Baker. Thank you for your advice."

Officer Baker said seriously, "You're welcome, Father, I don't want to see my wife without a place to pray. This is the only day I can relax and rest..."

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to say something when someone called him from behind Officer Baker.

"Beck!! Beck!!"

Yorks simply stopped what he was about to say.

"My boss is calling me, Father, I'll go over first." Officer Baker looked back and left, but the moment he left, he didn't forget to give his advice again.

"Father, remember it's best not to pass by here in the near future."

"I will."

"..."

Looking at Officer Baker who had walked inside, York's expression remained unchanged and he glanced at the crowd on the right side of the car. Like Officer Baker, he also saw the group of young men.

The only difference was that he saw a few people that Old Brown had met that day.

"He's actually from the Grizzly Bear Gang..."

Yorks shook his head, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Old Brown's home, feeling more relaxed than before.

After all, Old Brown is still a soldier and a veteran until retirement.

With this idea in mind, Yorkshire quickly drove to the downstairs of Old Brown's house.

Generally speaking, the security here is much better than that place just now.

Surprisingly, there were no lights on in Old Brown's house.

Despite this, Yorkes still chose to get out of the car, walk to the door, and ring the doorbell next to him.

The sound of jingling bells sounded, but there was no response from inside.

"Where has this old Brown gone? Isn't he going to stay on guard again?"

After pressing it again, there was still no response. Yorkes had no choice but to return to the car, took out a pen and paper, left a message and stuffed it into an envelope, and then stuffed it into the crack of the door.

He could only go so far. He didn't have any information right now. If he wanted to find Old Brown, he would be blind.

Yorks glanced at the house, got back into the car again, and drove slowly away from the place.

It was related to the Grizzly Bear Gang and Old Brown. He decided to investigate the so-called Vance gang starting today to be prepared.

Buzz!

The black Ford Raptor was getting farther and farther away, illuminated by the headlights that dispersed the darkness.

However, what Yorks didn't know was that the old Brown he was looking for had quietly come to the alley opposite a bar. He put his hands in his pockets and kept his eyes fixed on the door of the bar.

In the eyes of the old man, there were not many people outside the bar at this time.

Until some time later, he picked up his old clock and looked at it. The time had reached 23:13.

"call……"

The old man moved his body slightly, then stopped when his breathing began to become rapid.

At this moment, a young man who was even skinnier than Willy before came out of the bar door, staggering towards the right.

"The target appeared. His name is Beard, the person in charge of the drug trade." Old Brown raised his shoulders and followed him while recalling.

Those scumbags were shouting here and there in the sewers, but they had already exposed a lot of information.

Names include status.

About ten meters away in front of him, the man named Beard had the highest status, because the attitude of the scumbags towards him was obviously somewhat up-and-down.

The important thing is that this guy is responsible for every transaction.

With his inconspicuous identity as an old man, he has been following this guy for a long time, and finally caught him. But his purpose is not to kill people, but to eliminate this guy and also cut off the wealth of these scumbags. road.

According to common sense, a small gangster selling dun must have a place to stock or ship goods.

Thinking of this, Old Brown looked at Beard, who was swaying in front of him without looking at the back, and his expression became determined. He was already prepared to die this time.

In this way, one young man was walking unsteadily in front, and one old man was slowly following behind.

The two of them bypassed the busier streets and finally came to a relatively remote area with no one around and garbage everywhere.

Old Brown kept his target in the distance and glanced at the surrounding environment. Based on past experience, he knew that his destination was probably coming soon.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the target in front of him suddenly turned into an alley.

Old Brown grabbed the handle of the pistol hidden in his pocket and followed quickly.

As soon as he reached the wall of the alleyway, he happened to see his target walking into a short building on the right. The door was closed before he could walk out at such a fast speed.

"It should be here."

Looking at the short building with only one floor, Old Brown took a few breaths to suppress the tightness in his chest and walked slowly into the alleyway.

When the distance got closer and closer, Old Brown pursed his lips and thought of something, took out the P365 pistol in his pocket and gently threw it under the wall on the right side of the alleyway, and then walked towards the closed iron door of the low building.

Until he reached the door, Old Brown took a deep breath subconsciously, then reached out and knocked on the iron door, standing quietly on the spot.

Within a few seconds, there was a sudden movement inside. Old Brown heard a few clicks inside the iron door, and then a small crack appeared in the iron door, revealing a person's face.

It was Beard who had just entered. He looked wary and stared at Old Brown with a frown, as if he had already known that there was an old man standing in front of the door.

"Old man, what do you want to do?"