American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

On the special plane, after everyone took their places.

Remembering that the live broadcast was still going on, Father Augsger simply asked people to move the live broadcast to the big TV screen on the special plane.

After all, the special plane has everything, TV, refrigerator, including luxurious sofas and so on.

When the live broadcast appeared on the big screen, the priests present, one after another, looked at the live broadcast that was still running on a very strange road, and their faces became gloomy.

This red smoke and the familiar sobbing sound, including Leanne's performance, prove that the devil has arrived.

"I don't know what level of demon it is that can control the legion."

A priest stared at the live broadcast and muttered to himself.

Obviously, the unknown demon that could only control the Legion put a lot of pressure on them.

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at the same time.

JFK International Airport.

A dark bridge car was slowly leaving the airport through a special passage.

"Bishop York, do you want to go back, or should you go shopping first?"

John Wick, who became the driver for a moment, raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror above.

As soon as these words came out, Healy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and Irene, who was sitting next to Yorks in the back seat, all looked at Yorks, who was turning on the screen of his mobile phone.

"Let's take a walk first."

Yorks looked at the phone screen and said calmly. He was now looking at the prompts for more than a dozen missed calls and was a little confused for a moment.

Given his status, making more than a dozen calls like this usually meant there was something going on.

"Saxon? Something happened to this little guy again?" Thinking of this, Yorks frowned and then dialed the phone number.

Saxon didn't have his phone number originally, but after the incident in Thailand, the relationship between the two parties was just like that.

Saxon, who was also in New York, was looking at the screen of his mobile phone with a momentary hesitation on his face.

He looked at Amelia who was leaning over and said anxiously: "I made so many phone calls before, and now I am calling again. Will Father York have some opinions about me? After all,"

Suddenly seeing her carefree boyfriend acting like a child, Amelia smiled. She could feel her boyfriend's current uneasy mood and said.

"Although I haven't met the priest who can respect both my aunt and you, I feel that since he can be respected by you, Father York will not care about such trivial matters."

"I think so!" Saxon coughed dryly and was about to click on the phone number on the screen, but at this moment, a vibration and a ringtone suddenly rang from his phone, startling him.

"this"

Saxon opened his eyes wide and looked at the screen switching interface, where the name of the caller was displayed as Father Yorks.

He couldn't help but look at Emilia. Although Emilia was surprised, she nodded with a smile.

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"Father Yorks! Oh, no! Bishop Yorks!"

"Sorry, Bishop York."

Listening to Saxon's panicked voice coming from the phone, Yorks couldn't help but smile.

Once upon a time, the young man who was still an onion boy actually grew up and even got married.

The sad thing is that whether it was in his previous life or in his current state, he is still single. Although clergy are generally single, this rule still cannot restrain him.

It's a pity that as his mood changes, there are few women who can make him stand out at once.

"It's okay, I don't care about the title." Yorks smiled.

"I still prefer when you call me Uncle York. By the way, you made so many phone calls. Did something happen? Saxon."

As soon as these words came out, Saxon on the other side of the phone was startled for a moment, and a very profound memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, he was still ignorant, and there was a period when he went to Pluto Church to play every day.

At that time, Father York was the only one who prayed every day in Pluto Church and did many things that he could not understand.

At first, he called Uncle York every day and asked the priest to play with him, but now he has grown up and begun to realize that Father York is a person he should respect, not the father he imagined.

Thinking of this, Saxon's expression became a little gloomy and uncertain. He suddenly felt his hand being pulled over and was immersed in warmth. He looked over subconsciously, but only saw his girlfriend's supportive nod.

"Uncle Yorks" Saxon took a deep breath, his voice trembling, not sure if it was excitement or something else.

On the other hand, Yorkshire raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Do you remember the exorcism live broadcast I told you before?"

"Exorcism live broadcast?" After hearing this, York's expression slowly turned away.

Of course he remembered it, and even had someone block the live broadcast room to prevent these young people who were playing with fire from fake exorcism live broadcasts, and accidentally live a real exorcism live broadcast.

After all, there seemed to be a lot of people watching the live broadcast room, and the potential impact was too great.

As the saying goes,

"Remember, you made so many calls. It seems that they are doing this kind of live broadcast again, and something happened." Yorks sighed.

From Saxon's words alone, he understood everything.

If something goes wrong during the live broadcast, that's it.

Saxon glanced at the live broadcast screen in front of him and said subconsciously.

"Uncle York, they are still live broadcasting now, do you want to watch it? I will forward the live broadcast link to you? The atmosphere of their live broadcast is really suspicious. I can really feel that something is really going on."

York's face was calm, and he just said calmly: "Okay."

"Okay, Uncle Yorks, I'll pass it on to you right now."

Hearing Saxon's words, Yorks hung up the phone directly.

"What happened, Bishop?" Irene asked next to her.

"Someone summoned a demon."

Yorks looked at the cell phone screen where a message notification appeared after just a second or two, and then handed the phone to Healy, who seemed to be looking in front of him but was actually paying attention to him.

"Go ahead and transfer this live broadcast to the car."

The car responsible for picking up and dropping off was low-key on the outside, but what functions it actually had inside? There was also a function similar to a small TV placed in the back seat.

"Okay, Bishop." Healy nodded.

Not long after, a live broadcast of Drew's exorcism suddenly appeared on the back seat and on the center console in front.

A woman sat on a square chair with her head lowered and her body twisting constantly.

In front of him stood a young man wearing a divine robe that actually looked different from the real divine robe.

A candle stand was placed in the back, and a high table next to it contained bottles, jars, and stacks of heavy books.

The overall layout makes the atmosphere a little weird.

At this time, a human-like and animal-like tone was heard on the live broadcast, coming from the woman who was lowering her head.

But the words she said were not human words.

Even the two clergymen, Healy and Irene, didn't understand. They could only look at the calm-looking bishop.

"The words it spoke were devil's language." Yorks, who noticed the gazes of the three people at the same time, said calmly.

"It means that those who lie should go to hell and be tortured."

Speaking of this, perhaps because of the existence of John Wick, Yorkshire explained.

“To the devil, every negative aspect of humanity is a sin, and it is their way of attacking God and all that is true, good, and beautiful.”

Healy was stunned, looked at the woman on the live broadcast, and said: "Bishop, so this woman has been possessed by the devil?"

"Yeah." Yorks stared at the possessed woman on the live broadcast and shook his head inwardly.

"Healy, give me your phone."

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Time is advancing inexorably, and the live broadcast is following suit at the same time.

When Leanne's body spoke devil's language, Max in front of her began to show an inexplicable evil smile.

"What are you talking about? Baby." Drew frowned more and more. He looked at Max who was unmoved, pressed a switch in front of him, and spoke into the headset in Max's ear.

"What are you doing Max, ask Leanne, ask her what she's talking about."

Max was unmoved and did not follow Drew's instructions. He stood there and did nothing. He just slowly leaned over and knelt down on one knee.

This left the viewers watching the live broadcast confused.

It also made Drew feel extremely uneasy.

"Pseustai" was still all Leanne could say. Her twisting body suddenly stopped, and her hands that were grasping the handles of the square chair suddenly took on the posture of chicken claws, grasping the handles.

The next second, she grabbed Max who was kneeling in front of him, including Luciano who was holding up the long microphone, and stood in the equipment area, including the audience watching the live broadcast, and grabbed her The nails were scratched and broken.

No one can feel the pain without trying it.

This made everyone shudder. After all, the pain of having ten fingers connected to one's heart is not an ordinary pain.

"Shet! Leanne, what are you doing?" Drew looked at the bloody handle and said anxiously to his opponent Mai.

However, Leanne did not respond. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Luciano who swallowed his saliva and kept retreating. The pupils in his eyes completely turned into those of animals. She tilted her head. The body squirms like a snake.

"Luciano."

Luciano subconsciously stopped, looked at the very strange scene in front of him, and licked his extremely dry lips.

"What? What?"

To him, the current Leanne no longer felt like an acquaintance before. At this time, when he saw the current Leanne, the only thing he could feel besides fear was fear.

"You don't have to be afraid." The corners of Leanne's mouth were raised to a large extent, which seemed ferocious and leisurely, but in contrast to Max who was kneeling on one knee in front of her, this expression looked very strange and terrifying.

She still said in the same human-animal tone: "Your tattoos are very handsome? How do you think you are strong?"

The tall Luciano stared at Leanne, unable to speak a word because of the fear in his heart, and opened and closed his mouth.

"What? Are you speechless?" Leanne mocked.

Drew could already feel that something was wrong, and he subconsciously spoke to the hand microphone connected to the headset in Leanne's ear.

"Leanne, what are you doing?"

"Shhhhhh!" Leanne tilted her head again, making a strange gesture that ordinary people would not do and looked at Drew who was standing in the equipment area.

"You're next."

As she spoke, she looked at Luciano, stared at the flame tattoo on his arm, grinned, and made an exhaling sound.

The next second, in front of Drew, who was wide-eyed, and in front of the audience watching the live broadcast, the fire on Luciano's arm suddenly exploded, and the flames shot up to the sky and directly covered him.

"Oh! Shit!"

Many viewers who watched the live broadcast were shocked, some covered their mouths, and some were stunned.

For a while, the comment area of ​​the live broadcast was at a standstill.

"Shit!"

Drew was the only one at the scene. He ignored the live broadcast and quickly ran to the fire cabinet to take out the fire extinguisher.

"Luciano!"

The flames soaring into the sky caused Luciano to stumble, and finally hit the high table and fell down.

It was strange that the flames soaring into the sky seemed to only have an effect on Luciano, and the others were not burned.

Drew appeared on camera carrying a fire extinguisher, allowing the audience to see the people behind the scenes for the first time.

In a panic, he took the fire extinguisher and sprayed it on Luciano, who was burning all over.

However, the sprayed dry powder completely turned into flames.

In other words, the fire extinguisher becomes a flamethrower under such circumstances.

Let Luciano's soaring flames gain a little more momentum.

Drew was completely stunned. He could only stop putting out the fire and stood there, watching with a dull expression as Luciano fell to the ground and was slowly burned into a charcoal body.

"What happened?"

He wondered: "What the hell happened."

Drew turned to look at Leanne with a mocking look on her face, including Max who was kneeling on one knee, and finally understood a fact.

The Leanne in front of him is no longer his treasure, but some kind of existence, such as a devil.

And Max, who knelt down on one knee, may have played an important role in this.

"Max!"

Drew threw away the fire extinguisher and shouted.

"What is all this about?"

After this, he no longer had the concept of live broadcast in his mind, and he didn't even know that he was already standing in the camera and appearing in the live broadcast.

Unfortunately, Max just kept kneeling on one knee and said nothing.

Only Leanne stared at Drew, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Max? His soul has belonged to me. At this time, he is no longer the Max you know, but one of my subordinates."

Hearing this, Drew stared at Leanne and began to feel fear. He quickly backed away, took out his cell phone from his pocket and tried to dial 911.

This was his only recourse.

However, the display and various interferences on the mobile phone told him that the mobile phone signal at this time had been blocked by the devil.

Drew ran decisively towards the door.

"You want to run?" Leanne tilted her head to an extent that no ordinary person could achieve.

With these words, the door Drew ran to slammed and closed automatically instantly. No matter what he did, he still couldn't open the only entrance.

Drew was desperate. He subconsciously looked back at Leanne, who was sitting on the chair. She was sweating profusely and looked like she was about to cry.

"Don't be afraid, honey." At this time, Leanne showed a wicked smile.

"Come on, your live broadcast still needs to go on. As long as you take over Max's job, you can survive."

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"That's pretty much it, Yorkie."

Listening to Bishop Romulo's voice, Yorks looked at the live broadcast and said calmly.

"Let me go and see for myself."

"That's good. I'll feel relieved when you're back, Yorkist." Bishop Romulo's voice became relaxed.

Hearing this, Yorkes hung up the phone.