American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Regardless of other responsibilities, the messenger of justice must protect and punish evil.

Yorkshire felt that since he had cosplayed with Superman wearing underwear outside.

Then he should also act according to his personality.

Driving the car with the real-time three-dimensional image in his mind and driving Batman around, York's eyes were already brightening.

At the same time, the speed of the car was very fast. In a short while, it had already wandered to the left side of the church and was about to wander to the back.

Buzz!

The sound of the engine doesn't mask it at all.

John Wick, who was sitting in the passenger seat, subconsciously glanced at the priest who was driving.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the priest had changed out of his usual robes and put on this strange costume, and he seemed to be very excited tonight.

"Father, are you happy tonight?" he asked straightforwardly.

Seeing that everyone was participating in the Halloween event held at the church, the crowds had become sparse, and only the courtyard with jack-o’-lanterns and colorful lights was lit up.

Yorks laughed.

"It's a bit, the messenger of justice, John, you should be excited just thinking about it."

After saying that, Yorks smiled and speeded up again.

The church itself was decorated with a large sacred protective circle.

With the church as the center, the radius is a full one hundred meters.

Since he cast it himself, if there is any dark power approaching within a range of 100 meters, he will basically sense it.

This means that once Michael, a human demon who has been corroded and affected by the demonic power and his essence, steps into the range of the magic circle, he can sense it instantly.

York is not just talking about giving believers a safe Halloween night.

More importantly, what the God of Death next to him didn't know was what happened under the car after the car was far away from the circle.

If there are extraordinary things or people existing.

The first thing they will see is that one after another magic circles are instantly generated on the ground where the car just left, and they are connected into a whole.

Yorks forcefully expanded the range of the magic circle by several hundred meters.

So much so that little bits and pieces of sacred power began to appear in the sky.

This action instantly made the dirty people in the area choose to escape from this damn place.

In John Wick's eyes, the distance from the church was getting farther and farther, and it had even exceeded his expected search range.

After thinking about it for a while, John Wick still didn't figure it out.

"Father, the distance seems to be getting farther and farther?" He couldn't help but continue to ask.

In his eyes, getting farther and farther away means more and more loopholes.

Not to mention whether he could find the murderer, with such a long distance and so many loopholes, he didn't know how to determine where the murderer would appear.

"It's okay, John." Yorks smiled: "Actually, everything is in my mind. As long as the murderer really appears, I will know his location immediately."

Hearing this, John Wick shut up directly. These words were beyond his cognitive scope.

Yorks didn't take it seriously either, endless confidence flashed deep in his eyes.

What he said was not a lie. Everything within two kilometers was indeed in his mind.

From the information transmitted through the connected sacred protective formations, he easily generated a radar chart.

Every point on the diagram is triggered by the dark force touching the power of the magic circle.

However, these outbreak points were either eliminated or quickly moved away.

"Although there are many dirty things hidden, they are not demonic powers, which means it is not Michael."

Yorks shook his head inwardly and continued to circle around the church.

While going around, when the circle exceeds the circle, Yorkist will set up a new sacred protective circle to connect with the old circle.

It was obviously a protective circle that resisted the invasion of darkness and had the effect of exorcism and protection. At this moment, Yorks regarded it as a radar.

Of course, in addition to radar, he also wants to do something for the believers who have always trusted and recognized him so much, and who have been silently dedicating themselves to accompany him around.

Because he may, there is a certain probability that he will leave.

After All Hallows' Eve, he was to receive the inauguration ceremony as a bishop in the Episcopal Conference.

Therefore, Yorks was very motivated, and this attack was not just for Michael's sake.

Killer wasn't important at all, not even in his eyes, otherwise he wouldn't have given it to John Wick.

One protective circle after another connected one area after another.

Wherever the divine power spreads, there are stars dotting the Halloween night.

Community after community.

No matter the expense, the evil people retreated.

Stronger dark monsters can hold up the magic circle and hide in the house, enduring pain, while dark cars will speed past outside.

The scorching elemental magic appeared, leaving only smoldering black smoke and a cloud of ashes waiting for its master to discover.

The silent John Wick seemed to be aware of it and looked at the priest who was driving.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he would always hear the explosions after the screams, which were like the sound of fireworks exploding in the air.

John Wick squeezed the handle of the gun in his hand in silence.

Although the priest was wearing an outfit that made him feel very awkward, he really felt that the priest was really happy tonight.

It’s not just that I cosplayed this costume, it’s just role-playing.

Because the priest was smiling the whole time.

I don’t know if he noticed that he was watching, but the priest’s smile suddenly became brighter.

"John, I found him."

…………………………………………

At this time, there were still three kilometers away from Pluto Church and one hundred meters away from the two Yorkes.

Courtyards on both sides of the driveway create a Halloween atmosphere.

An ordinary, unremarkable bridge car that could only be seen on the side of the road suddenly stopped.

In the driver's seat, Michael, who was wearing a white rubber mask and a jumpsuit that almost filled the space in the driver's seat, looked down at his arms, including his shoulders.

In the extremely silent atmosphere, Michael saw wisps of dark air rising from everywhere on his body.

Heavy, deep breaths came out of his mouth.

That was it, Michael remained silent. He ignored the invasion of the magic circle and the pain of being burned by fire. He continued to step on the accelerator and continued to drive ahead.

He could sense that the person he wanted was inside.

It's getting closer.

After driving about ten meters, a pop sounded in my ears.

In the white mask, the eyes began to fluctuate, and a flame-like shape seemed to appear on Michael's body.

The burning becomes more intense,

But Michael remained silent and continued driving towards where he wanted to go.

A car with no presence drove into an intersection.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound.

The roar of the engine filled all the senses.

At the same time, a beam of direct high light penetrated the car window and hit him, which was extremely dazzling.

Michael looked to the right.

In the end, only the lights filling his field of vision were left, and nothing could be seen.

But through the roaring sound of the engine and the sudden glimpse of the steel beast, Michael still knew what the current situation was about.

Someone was driving a car at high speed and deliberately hit him.

In fact, it was the same, this thought flashed across his mind, and before he could do anything, Michael felt a ferocious impact force as the car door next to him suddenly exploded.

The sudden impact caused him to lose his balance instantly. Not to mention the strong vibration, the severe pain alone made him lose consciousness and recognition of everything.

But at the last moment, Michael vaguely heard a conversation.

"John, it's your turn."

"Okay, Father."

Apart from that, there was nothing else but the constant sound of gunshots.

But this is mild enough under the silence of the muffler.

Yorks had already gotten out of the car. He was standing on the other side wearing a complete set of Superman suits outside his underwear.

When the gunfire stopped, he looked back.

The God of Death expressionlessly replaced the magazine again and continued to sweep towards the inhuman corpse inside.

"It's really a powerful vitality. It's a pity that it broke into the magic circle. Who can withstand such constant consumption? Even if the demon itself comes, he will have to lie down..."

Yorks shook his head, continued to look at the empty courtyard in front of him, and then took out his mobile phone.

Who else can clean up the scene better than the officials?

I found Jeffrey's number and dialed it.

Not long after, Jeffrey's voice came from the phone.

Yorks looked up at the stars rising in his eyes and said with a smile:

"Happy Halloween, Jeffrey, I have something to do."

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"thank you."

Laurie, who looked very capable, held his youngest daughter in one hand, and held his yawning eldest daughter in the other hand, and said sincere thanks to the demure nun in front of him.

"Spent a day with my ignorant daughters, Sister Irene."

At this time, the outside had begun to become clearer, and some adults chose to stay and clean up the mess.

The colorful lighting decorations are still shining, and the joy and laughter of the whole night still seem to be reverberating in the air.

In her eyes, she didn't know if it was the priest who did it, but the whole sky was filled with divine power. It was because of this power that she could safely engage in activities.

The event was very successful.

Erin smiled a tired but adequate smile.

"Ms. Laurie, I am grateful to them. Without Olga and the others, I would not have experienced so many new things."

Hearing this, Ms. Lowry lowered her head and glanced at her two daughters. Her face was full of tenderness, but there was a hint of worry deep in her eyes.

This flash of expression was noticed by Irene.

"Ms. Lowry, you are a little distracted tonight. Did something happen?"

Laurie looked up at the nun.

"If there's anything I can do to help, you can tell me." Erin smiled.

Laurie hesitated for a moment, but she shook her head firmly.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired from work recently."

Laurie seemed to be avoiding the subject.

"Sorry, I have to take Olga and the others back to take a shower. Goodbye, Sister Irene."

This could be seen in Eileen's silence, but she looked at Ms. Lowry and could only nod.

"Goodbye, Ms. Lowry."

Laurie nodded, with a little apology on his face, and was about to leave.

Erin stood quietly.

But at this moment, the two of them heard greetings from outside.

"Father."

Erin immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

She found that her priest, who had been absent from the event venue tonight, came in from outside with a leisurely look on his face.

But the cosplay costume he wore outside his underwear still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

In addition to this, Irene also noticed that the priest seemed very happy tonight.

There was a rope in her hand. She couldn't see what was under the rope so clearly. She could only tell that the color was white.

"Father Yorks."

It wasn't until she got closer that Erin could clearly see what was under the rope.

"The white mask the priest is wearing tonight?" she thought to herself.

However, what Irene didn't notice was that Ms. Lowry, who turned to face the priest, was already staring at the mask with her eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

"Um."

Hearing Irene's greeting, Yorks responded, then looked at Laurie, who was staring at him with wide eyes, smiled, and handed the rope in his hand to her.

"Happy Halloween, Ms. Lowry."

Laurie took a deep breath, silently took the rope handed over by the priest in front of him, and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you for your blessing, Father Yorks."

However, as if these words could not express his gratitude, Laurie said again.

"Thank you, thank you, Father, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, the priest in front of her smiled and shook his head.

At this time, no matter what, Laurie also understood what the priest in front of her meant. She exhaled a long breath, and her whole body seemed to feel relaxed instantly.

Yorks smiled brightly, and under Laurie's relaxed gaze, he bent down and pinched the chubby cheeks of Olga, who had big eyes and two pigtails pretending to be a little princess.

Then he nodded to Ms. Lowry and walked into the church with Irene looking confused.

Olga, who was left with a cute look on her face, looked up and asked her mother.

"Mom, was that Uncle Yorkist just now?"

"Yes,"

The worry in Laurie's eyes dissipated, he touched the head of his eldest daughter, looked at the priest and nun who had already entered the church and said gently.

"Let's go back and take a shower."

"..."

The decorative lights in the church have not been removed yet.

It has a bit more festive flavor than before.

The priest dressed as Superman is in the front and the nun is in the back.

"Father, where is Mr. John?"

A voice sounded from behind.

"John?"

Yorks subconsciously recalled John Wick's mission. To be honest, he couldn't say that John went to burn it in order to prevent a certain monster from resurrecting. He would not come back until no traces were left.

After thinking about it, Yorkshire found a reason to deal with it in seconds:

"He, go home and take care of some things."

Hearing this, Irene remained silent and asked no more questions.

But the priest in front of her suddenly stopped, and she could only stop too.

"What's wrong? Father."

"No..." Yorks raised his head and stared at the statue of Jesus illuminated by the lights. He was satisfied and seemed to have made enough psychological preparations.

"Erin, get ready to get out of here."

"kindness?"

Irene was stunned, but she also immediately thought of the priest's promotion to the priesthood.

"After tonight, we will probably set off."

With some emotion, Yorks glanced around the church, which had not changed for many years.

"I don't know if I will be transferred, but to be honest, I am really reluctant to let go."

Erin pursed her lips and looked at the priest's back.

"But it's okay. I've done everything I should do. I have no regrets now."

Yorks finished speaking with a smile and walked towards the depths.

Behind him, a nun in black robe followed silently.

Halloween night officially ends at this point.

Centered on Pluto Church, residents within a few kilometers spread out and began to fall asleep with wonderful exhaustion.

…………………………………………

It's early in the morning.

York was already sitting at the dining table enjoying the simple breakfast made by Erin, looking at his phone as usual and sliding his free fingers on it.

The chat records above generally talk about last night's activities.

How perfect, how happy, looking forward to the next Halloween event.

Many believers have sent some corresponding photos.

There is also Eileen in these photos.

Staring at the little nun smiling brighter than ever in a group photo, Yorkshire could not help but raise the corners of her mouth.

He had almost forgotten Irene's age. The age of twenty-something is the period of youth and vitality, and young people should be able to live freely.

"You have to pay more attention in the future." York stared at the little nun with soft eyes.

There are a few more things.

That's when Katie Slott, who has never been bubbling up, appeared. She said that last night was the most comfortable night she had slept in recently. Nothing happened to disturb her anymore, and she no longer did anything that could make her sleep better. A sudden awakening from a nightmare.

"So the previous situation hasn't been resolved yet? I'm so stubborn. If it hadn't been for me last night..."

Yorks flipped through the pages silently. He could only think that this girl who didn't seem to be a believer didn't trust him, but fortunately the ending was good and he continued to flip through the next page.

Then... nothing happens anymore. Breakfast is always finished.

After Yorkist had breakfast, he went to Pluto Church. As soon as he arrived at the main building, there were already some clergymen wearing monks' robes waiting for him.

Irene was silently accompanying him. She seemed a bit small among these monks equipped with knight swords.

The believers sitting on the benches also looked here, including Robert who had just finished cleaning up and John Wick who looked calm.

His appearance was like a huge magnet, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Father York, I am Brother Axel Horn, we are here this time..." One of the five eye-catching monks walked out and introduced himself first.

But when it came time to explain his purpose, Brother Axel subconsciously stopped talking when he saw the priest in front of him who was about to be promoted to bishop raise his hand.

"Don't say it here."

Yorkist looked at Brother Axel, whose figure was very different from that of John Wick, and smiled gently: "Can you give me a moment?"

Brother Axel subconsciously glanced around, and he realized that everyone was looking here.

"Okay, Father York." Brother Axel understood the meaning of the priest in front of him and said respectfully.

"We'll wait for you outside."

Yorks nodded and walked slowly over, ready to change.

He spent all this time in worship and giving instructions, such as telling the old believers present that he and Eileen were going on a long trip.

And having John Wick and Robert guard Pluto's church while he's gone.

In short, try to keep the door open every day so that believers can maintain daily prayers.

At the end, with everyone in the church watching, Master York took Irene and walked outside to Axel and other monks who were responsible for escorting them all the way.

"Brother Kenny, good morning."

The person responsible for taking him to the airport was still the same monk.

Brother Kenny sat in the driver's seat, looked at the rearview mirror in the car, watched the priest and the nun sit firmly, and answered seriously.

"Good morning, Father Yorkist, Sister Irene."

After returning the gift, Brother Kenny continued to say respectfully.

"I'm charged with getting you to JFK."

Seeing Brother Kenny's serious attitude, Brother York smiled.

"Then let's go."

"Yes, Father Yorks."

Following Brother Kenny's answer, the comfortable pick-up car began to slowly leave the place and left Pluto Church.

On a whim, Yorks subconsciously looked at the car window. Everyone who was in the church ran out at some point and stood silently at the door watching.

"Eileen, when is the winter charity event next?" Yorks asked as he looked at the slowly disappearing scene.

"December first, Father," Irene replied.

"In order to prevent us from coming back, I have handed these matters to Robert. It should not affect the winter charity."

Hearing this, Yorkshire thought of something and said with a smile: "No wonder Robert's face looks a little wrong."

Yorks lay back on the back chair, sinking his back into the soft wrapping and smiled.

"Lets see."

At this point, Yorks stopped talking, and his thoughts had drifted to the old man who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Whether he can come back or not depends entirely on the old man. He has too many questions that need to be answered by the old man.

at the same time.

When Yorks was thinking this, an extremely weak voice sounded in a luxurious room.

"Yorks are leaving now?"

Bishop Cecil, who had been standing on the bed and waiting, pursed his lips, stared at the old man on the bed, and said in a harsh voice.

"He set off, Your Majesty."

The old man smiled and said, "I haven't seen this child for a long time. I'm looking forward to it."

Bishop Cecil was silent.

"Cecil, use that treatment plan."

As soon as these words came out, Bishop Cecil took a deep breath and stared at the old man without saying a word.

The old man didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "That kid has very sharp eyes. I will promote him to the priesthood in the most perfect condition."

After hearing this, Bishop Cecil said:

"Your Majesty, your body."

"My body?" The old man interrupted directly and stared at Bishop Cecil: "I know it myself."

The old man's eyes were calm with a hint of refusal:

"Cecil this is my order."

At this point, the voice began to soften again: "This is also my request. I would rather stand than lie down and return to the arms of the Lord."

Having said this, Bishop Cecil no longer had the right to refuse. He sighed inwardly, bowed his head deeply and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty Gregory."

"..."

The conversation fell away and disappeared into nothingness.

Far away from John F. Kennedy Airport in the United States, a special plane bearing a church icon had already taken off.