American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Father York, can you buy these things when you come back?"

Erin's voice rang from the car's machine.

Yorks smiled as he recalled the children's play supplies that Erin wanted to purchase, the decorations that would be used in tonight's event.

"Of course, don't worry, Eileen, I will be back on time."

Erin didn't understand what he and John Wick were going to do, she just thought they were going into town to do other things.

But obviously, with his words, Irene's tone relaxed a lot.

"Okay, Father, I will wait for your return at the church."

Yorks hung up the phone, feeling a little helpless.

I don’t know what those old believers transmitted to Irene, but I am always worried about his sense of time.

Is he the kind of person who would be late?

"..."

Thinking of this, Yorks looked at his phone. According to his expectation, the time should be almost enough.

The phone never rang, so there was probably no supernatural power at work.

If there is no supernatural power involved, in the world of ordinary people, John Wick's strength can basically be guaranteed.

Just as York's thought flashed across his mind.

He felt the vibration of his phone for the first time, and then the ringtone rang inside.

"it's over."

Yorks looked at the caller on the phone screen and picked up the call.

"John, did you get it?"

"Father, the sculpting hand is not in that child's hand."

John Wick has a very solid voice.

Yorkshire raised his eyebrows because of these words.

"so?"

This change surprised him a little, but it was within his expectation.

After all, he had already guessed that this sculptural hand could not be something that a group of free young people could hold.

"Now the sculpture is in the hands of another person, and I got his address from that kid..."

John Wick spoke word by word, and until the end of the address, he closed his mouth and waited quietly for the words on the other side.

If he could, he would continue to look for it, but what the priest told him was over. This matter was already the next thing. He needed to see what the priest meant.

The main reason is that he is a little unfamiliar with the operation of such supernatural events.

The next second, John Wick heard words coming from the phone.

"wait for me."

"Okay, Father."

Hearing John Wick's reply, Yorks hung up the call and started to control the car to drive in the direction of John Wick.

When you want to do something, there are only two outcomes, success and failure.

So he had already been mentally prepared.

Since the sculpture hand is not in the host's hand, just continue to trace it.

Fortunately, this incident was not in vain.

By the way, he helped Hailey do something casual, and informed her mother, Ms. Julia, through Hailey, what role he played in it.

In this way, Ms. Julia's faith will probably become deeper, and Pluto Church will be able to receive more donations in the future.

Money is not everything, but nothing can be done without money.

The church usually spends money on services, masses, breakfast activities, etc. that can consolidate the cohesion of believers.

Although they are all donated by believers, the church usually consumes a lot of candles, etc., plus the salaries of John Wick and Robert.

In addition to this, he can also get the sculptural hand that can summon souls.

In his opinion, the sculpted hand should be the connecting node between the human world and the world of dead souls.

Functions such as space channels, space cracks, etc.

Dangerous things like this must be kept under control.

However, if we continue to investigate, we can even come up with a third reason why it was not in vain.

That is to say, I am entering the city now, otherwise I would have to go to the city to buy it because of tonight's Halloween event...

It didn't take long for Yorks to arrive at the address given by John Wick with these three reasons why he didn't come in vain.

Surprisingly, this location turned out to be a relatively dirty area.

Probably the kind of slums where various gangs live.

There are very few cars on the road.

The streets were full of gang members parading, and there weren't many pedestrians walking around.

Colorful and colorful, most of them are composed of black people.

Three or four young people can form a group and gather on the sidewalk, puffing away smoke and looking very chic.

With his sharp eyes, Yorks noticed that some people were unable to straddle well, and there were some pistols stuffed in the waistbands of their trousers that exposed their underwear. They were extremely upright and arrogant.

Maybe it was because of his sight or the ostentation of his car.

Just passing by the sidewalk where four or five people gathered, Yorks noticed that these people were staring at his car with some evil eyes.

From what I saw and heard along the way, it was no wonder that there were very few pedestrians, and even those who were there seemed to be in a hurry.

Some shops on the street have simply closed their shops and put up closed signs. After all, there is probably no business except at certain times due to the security situation.

"Could this sculptor be in a bandit's den?"

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth, ignoring these obviously gangsters, and continued to look deeper with their unkind gazes.

Finally at an intersection, Yorkshire spotted John Wick's car.

His car appeared, and John Wick had already gotten out of the car.

So, when he parked the car, John Wick had walked over.

What made York's eyes flicker was that John Wick was already fully armed.

Wearing a black suit, he is extremely capable. He has a shotgun in one hand and a Sauer MPX carbine in one hand. With his already tall figure, he looks very bold.

"Father." John Wick nodded, and he reached out and handed over a Sauer MPX carbine.

"John, no need."

Yorks shook his head and refused, and after getting out of the car, he fully released the three-dimensional view.

With his current strength and the ability to control elemental magic, he no longer needs such technological things.

The accumulation of numerical values ​​allows him to use the most trouble-free fighting method now.

No need to add much magic power, just use the combination of magic elements in front of you to cause considerable damage to an ordinary person.

"Have you checked it out?"

Based on the character of John Wick, Yorkshire believed that the god of death must have known the destination and found out everything before he came.

"That's the building."

John Wick silently put away his Sauer MPX carbine and pointed to a four-story building on the left side of the intersection.

"The man's name is Mikael Sylvester, and he is the leader of the Viper Gang."

Yorks was stunned. This was a bit unexpected. Is it really a gangster den?

"That kid is not a student? How could he get together with the gang boss?"

Yorks frowned subconsciously.

"I saw that the target had poisonous habits, so it should be a relationship between the buyer and the seller."

John Wick said implicitly.

Still, Yorkes understands the connection between the two.

"Fine."

It wasn't even a surprise that Yorkes threw in the towel on the spot.

Free America, free America, is not just talk, it is real, real, that...

The streets are full of drug addicts, has he seen less of them?

Even when old Brown was still alive, the streets were full of them.

"Then let's start walking."

Yorks looked at the building and began to walk slowly.

Over there, there are also some young guys gathered under the building. They are colorful and look like they are not good-natured at first glance.

John Wick followed silently.

The two of them appeared at the intersection together and walked towards the building together.

Seeing the young people gathered together downstairs, they all turned their heads and looked over.

Through the three-dimensional view, Yorks looked up at a certain room on the third floor of the four-story building in front of him. Skipping the beautiful fat-butted women and the puffing young men, Yorks seemed to see the target Mi sitting on the sofa. Kael.

Because he could sense the aura of this man that was different from ordinary people.

"He's on the third floor, John."

At the same time, Yorks continued to speak.

"If you kill them without mercy, they are all scum. Don't hold back. If you hold back, you are irresponsible for your own life."

The words fell.

John Wick directly raised the Sauer MPX carbine, pointed it at the boys who seemed to be frightened and were about to take the gun, and pulled the trigger.

Clean and crisp.

Suddenly, gunfire exploded.

Ta-ta-ta-ta! The sound rang out, and the five or six people downstairs who took out their pistols first were directly swept away by John Wick.

The precise marksmanship is simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

Yorks looked calm and led the way, while John Wick kept shooting behind him.

The two of them formally entered the building as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Obviously, the sound of gunshots had already alerted the attention of the people in the building.

Without looking at the stereogram, Yorks could hear what was going on inside.

You can also feel the movements inside through these movements.

John Wick can actually do this. A few gunshots can mean a life.

Suddenly, all the boys downstairs were cleaned up by John Wick alone.

Here, Yorkist finally saw the shooting skills of Killing God.

No matter who takes the gun first, the bodyguard-like killing god behind him will always be the first to shoot away the enemy in time.

This is true for both left and right, front and back.

Until the iron gate appeared in front of them, none of the gangsters in this building could fire a shot.

"The fighting quality between this top killer and the bastard is too exaggerated. In the movie, John is not that suppressive."

Yorks shook his head and stared at the iron door in front of him. Before John Wick behind him could speak, he wanted to use a shotgun equipped with steel-core armor-piercing bullets to break through the iron door and directly control the magic element of fire + fire in the void. The doors come together.

The fireball technique blessed by 0.1 magic power exploded directly in front of the iron gate.

As if being bombarded by some unmatched force, the iron gate exploded and retreated inwards.

Boom!

The iron gate smashed into the five boys guarding the door on the spot.

The blood and the broken pieces of unknown meat were free of charge. They were sprayed everywhere and dyed the inside into a bloody picture.

This scene made John Wick behind him subconsciously lick his dry lips.

This inhuman power was simply beyond his cognition.

Obviously the priest didn't move anything, he just kept walking.

"John, there are three people on the right." Yorkshire reminded.

John Wick woke up immediately. When the priest entered, he took the first step and raised his carbine and pointed it at the aisle on the right.

When he stopped looking, he saw that exactly as the priest said, there were three people guarding him on the right.

They obviously didn't expect someone to rush in suddenly.

"shot!!!"

"open……"

The words coming from the three of them were muffled by gunshots.

John Wick took the opportunity and emptied all the remaining bullets from the carbine.

Ta-ta-ta-ta! ! !

When Yorks walked in, he saw the three people guarding the right lane covered in blood and fell to the ground on the spot.

Then, he continued to lead the way with an expressionless face.

But my heart felt comfortable.

Yorks found that he only needed to take action occasionally and then just keep walking without having to do anything at all.

Of course, he can take action, but he also has to let John Wick have some sense of participation and play some role. After all, no one can do it in vain.

At the same time, this will also allow John Wick to have a stronger sense of belonging and avoid self-doubt.

"who!!!"

"Who attacked?"

The people upstairs were already in a state of fright.

Mikael, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, hugging him from left to right, had a serious expression on his face.

He had already entered the surveillance room when he heard the gunfire.

As the headquarters of the Viper Gang, this building naturally had cameras installed, directly connected to his room.

What makes him solemn is that if enemies or hostile gangs attack, he can still remain calm and composed, because they are all opponents of the same level, and both sides will definitely suffer losses.

But the two strange men who appeared in the video made him, an experienced boss, feel a little chilly in his heart.

Not to mention the priest who was walking in the front, wearing divine robes, and the man behind him who was wearing a suit and looked like a bodyguard. His precise shooting skills were simply superb. He only used the pistol in his right hand and the shotgun in his left hand. He can suppress his younger brothers.

"Damn it! Who are these two people?"

Seeing this strange duo begin to attack the second floor, sweat broke out on Mikael's forehead.

As the boss, he couldn't see the strength of these two people, but he really didn't know that he had offended these two people.

"fk!"

Gunshots exploded, and as he watched the man in a suit on the screen keep firing, killing his subordinates one after another, Mikael already felt like running away.

"We can't stay here any longer!"

He decisively left the place and ordered the boys in the room to pack their things.

"Let's go! Get these! And those, get them all for me!"

Mikael didn't care at all about the girls who screamed because of the gunshots, and loudly ordered the boys to pack what they needed to pack.

The room was in chaos.

And he looked at the sculpting hand on an exhibition stand, walked over and grabbed it directly, and then led the six boys who had already picked up what they should take to prepare to walk out of the room and escape through the set escape route.

However, just as he walked out of the door, Mikael suddenly noticed that the resistance was getting heavier and heavier, and the surrounding air seemed to be solidifying.

This time, his eyes widened, and he was held still by some force, unable to move. All his strength was like a stone, unable to shake this strange force.

"what happened?"

"I can't move!"

"Can't move!"

"..."