American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

John Wick got new orders and didn't stay any longer.

The style of his killer days is still carried out to the extreme.

After nodding to the bishop, he turned around and left. At this moment, he was already thinking about how to find Lucy's biological parents.

Looking at John Wick's leaving figure, Yorkes showed a mysterious smile.

He had never seen the God of Death admire anyone.

Basically, he has a straight-faced attitude, and his face is expressionless when he sees everyone.

Obviously, Lucy's act of revenge touched the heart of this murderous god.

Revenge is revenge, but Lucy's actions are also essentially what killers often do.

"But it's easy for me to leave this girl's matter to him."

Yorks leaned back, letting his back press against the sunken touch, and made a casual move.

On the desktop, the report document John Wick had just sent automatically flew into his hands.

Mind power is such a panacea, it is really very convenient and can do anything.

The only thing that needs to be used is the imagination and mental power of the brain.

"Oh, there are quite a few people showing their heads."

Yorks glanced at the description on the document, reached out his hand and opened the page, and said to himself with some surprise.

The above details how many people bit Lucy's bait.

Of course, without him, Lucy might just be a guinea pig and a toy in the eyes of the other party.

But after he left the game, Lucy became bait for his fishing.

Now it seems that the harvest is very sufficient.

This organization had no idea that anyone would be targeting them.

When they rushed to Lucy's location with purpose, they were already targeted by clergy or other non-staff personnel lurking on the roadside and stationed in any direction.

This is a typical case of light and dark.

"It's indeed a cult."

Opening the page and looking at the relevant instructions, Yorks showed a little disdain in his eyes.

This page is not about anything, but a description of the house and the underground base underneath it.

There appeared one horrifying photo after another.

The reports left behind by those underground bases are basically data on victims of abuse.

Like what to do to the victim on the first day.

mind control.

Damage control etc.

The methods of abuse are basically not repeated every day, including beatings, slaps, etc.

Even the food is prepared.

It can be said that the victims are experiencing a hellish life every day.

A way like Lucy's is to give hope and despair.

Because only by making her despair, she will no longer feel the pain, no longer resist, like a zombie.

After passing this level, the victim is asked to undergo the final test.

Exploitation, as the name suggests, involves skin-plucking the victim and removing all the skin without anesthesia.

Yorks remained silent, looking at the series of instructions above and shaking his head inwardly.

"Pain, survival, hope, despair, this cult doesn't know what research it is conducting. What do they want to get in this way?"

Unfortunately, Yorkes couldn't figure it out.

But looking at the unfocused, dull eyes of the victims in the photo, Yorkes seemed to have thought of something.

"It's not what I thought, is it?"

Coupled with the word cult, Yorks tilted his head with some uncertainty and continued to open the next page.

The words above made him feel helpless and even made him laugh.

"really."

After looking at the word [martyr] above, Yorks laughed.

He has a lot of knowledge in his mind. With just such a word, he roughly knows what the organization is made of.

Generally speaking, martyrdom is very applicable to religion. In the church, it has other translation names, namely fatal saint and martyr.

In the early days of the church, this translation was related to apostles. Those who testified for their faith and suffered and were martyred for the church became martyrs.

A saint, St. Stephen is recorded as being the first martyr to die for Jesus Christ.

Therefore, in the history of the church, martyrs are generally the objects of worship.

Combined with the experiments on the cult, Yorks sighed inwardly.

He knew what the experiment was based on.

There are three conditions for a martyr to be honored.

One must sacrifice his physical life and truly understand and experience death.

In this way, the seemingly systematic, methodical, merciless, and step-by-step abuse of this cult organization is probably to create the point of sacrificing his physical life.

Exploitation allows the victim to experience death when there is no pain and when he is dying.

Yorks connected everything in his mind, but he still didn't figure out what this organization wanted.

Because in the Church, the true martyrs are not so superficial.

In one sentence, if a martyr is created so easily and in this way, then he is not a true martyr.

In the church, a martyr must have a very important prerequisite, that is, he must sacrifice for something, and it must be a voluntary act. Therefore, most of the martyrs in the church defend their beliefs, voluntarily sacrifice themselves for others, etc., and are finally accepted. to heaven.

That's why there is a rule: If you are willing to sacrifice your life to save others, you will be taken to heaven.

"So what do they want?" York was puzzled. In the end, he could only shake his head and throw the file on the table.

"We can only wait until tonight."

He had a hunch that this matter would be resolved today.

In fact, York's guess was not wrong, and this is indeed how things developed.

Before tonight, he quickly learned everything through the summary of information sent by Brother Willow.

——

In a luxurious building.

Surrounded by a group of fellow monks, Brother Willow shook the knight's sword in his hand, easily shaking off the blood stained on the sword, and then inserted the smooth knight's sword back into the scabbard.

Behind them, there were some non-staff personnel cleaning up the scene.

Just like Lucy's time, the battle was over quickly.

Even though there are sharp firearms, human beings will never be able to defeat extraordinary people.

What is extraordinary? It means transcending ordinary people, in terms of strength or physical level.

Brother Willow had no expression on his face as he led a group of people into the manor.

In fact, the people living nearby are rich and powerful.

But Brother Willow didn't feel anything in his heart. He just looked at the old woman sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, and said calmly.

"Georgie Ochoa?"

"Why are the people from the church here?" The old woman was all glamorous, and her tone was calm and exuded the aura of a superior.

The Ochoa family is one of the invisible consortiums in the United States. It is involved in many sectors, covering many economic industries such as heavy industry, light industry, traditional industry, etc. There are also many industrial and mining industries under it, such as metallurgy, chemicals, rubber, automobiles, The Ochoa family is involved in various economic sectors such as food and air transportation.

In addition, it has marriages or alliances with other families or financial groups, so the Ochoa family is indeed a giant.

But Brother Willow still didn't have any fluctuations in his heart. Even though he had killed many people in the Ochoa family, he didn't have any fear. He didn't even answer her question, but said calmly.

"Ms. Georgene, the Bishop of York would like to see you."

The old woman's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was a little surprised, and there was no unusual expression on her face.

But the shaking red wine glass still showed the fluctuations in her heart.

"Bishop of York?"

A large piece of the legend about this bishop flashed through the old woman's mind. Regardless of whether it was hearsay or not, this was still a big shot that many people did not dare to offend.

"Why does a person like this want to see me?" The old woman's expression began to become uncertain.

"Because of what you did." Brother Willow said concisely, and he stretched out his hand to make instructions.

"please!"

Georgene stared at Brother Willow, she could know what the other person meant.

That is, if she doesn't move, these calm-looking clergymen who are devoted to the church will probably take action, and grab her by force without any regard for her identity.

Just like what happened outside, no matter who stops them, they still can't stop these horrible guys.

This is one of the reasons why officials don't mess with the church.

No one knows who else is a member of the church and one of its fanatical believers.

Thinking of the special nature of the bishop and some of the information she knew, Georgeni took a deep breath and finally put down the red wine glass obediently. Then she picked up her handbag and stood up. Under the instructions of the clergy, Take a step forward.

Stepping outside, the luxurious manor was in a mess. Even if she got the news and hid here, she still wouldn't be able to escape.

——

At night.

Georgene got out of the car with her handbag in hand and looked at the ordinary church in front of her, still feeling a little emotional.

Because such people are actually here, bending down to serve the public.

This reminded her of some rumors. According to the rumors, this bishop had a somewhat unusual personality and was different from other bishops.

Thinking of her possible ending, Georgene straightened her clothes, ignored the other clergy around her, and walked up the steps alone.

When I walked up to it, the first thing I saw was a very young nun with a very outstanding temperament.

Georgene bowed her head and saluted her, and then continued walking inside.

But what she couldn't see was the slight coldness in Irene's eyes.

But obviously, even if Georgene saw it, she probably wouldn't care.

Because combining everything, she probably knew her ending.

It can only be said that it was very sudden, as if something I had never thought of suddenly happened.

With no sign of any reaction from her own family or even the outside world, she was undoubtedly abandoned.

"But it doesn't matter. Maybe I can know the answer I want to know most in my life."

Walking into the quiet church, which was empty and filled with candlelight, and looking at the people under the statue of Jesus inside, there was a hint of fanaticism in Georgene's eyes.

She walked over step by step, and finally stopped one step behind Yorkist's left side, bowing.

"Bishop of York."

Yorks glanced back.

Georgene Ochoa, 84 years old, is one of the important figures in the Ochoa family and a member of the main line. At least her son is the leader of the Ochoa family.

And this organization was founded by this old woman who dressed gorgeously and simply.

There is no exception among the members. No one is an ordinary person. He is either the head of a family, an important member of a financial group, a retired official dignitary, or an important member of a political family.

The most important thing is that these members are all the same age as the old woman, which means that this organization is actually a group of old people.

This made Yorks sigh inwardly and feel a headache. He could only say that it was no wonder that the random mission was triggered.

It can be said that among the tasks that can trigger random tasks, none of them is very easy to solve.

At least now, he has a headache, not because of the identity of these old people, but because they are all old people.

Because regardless of punishment, law, or punishment, the age of these old people is basically out of the range of restrictions. It can be said that they are not beaten or scolded. It is just so disgusting and a headache.

"sit."

Seeing the old woman trembling all over, Yorkist certainly wouldn't let the old woman stand for so long.

After all, the other party is considered to be very old. Many old people of this age will cause problems and die on the spot just by falling down like this.

Yorks pretended not to see the old woman's eyes and turned his head.

Georgene pursed her lips and sat down on the bench to the left of the bishop with her handbag in hand.

"Why do these things need to be done? How many people have been killed during the seventeen years of experiments?" Yorks sighed, thinking of the report he saw earlier.

"In other words, what do you want to know? Or do you want to create a saint?"

Georgene raised her head and looked at the statue of Jesus like the bishop next to her: "Dear Bishop, do you know the real world after death? Is it led to heaven by the omniscient and all-powerful God, or does it go to hell?"

Yorks remained silent. He had never died. Who could know the world he would see after death?

Although he knows the world where evil spirits live and what hell looks like, it is actually difficult to answer this question because no one has ever died and no one can tell what he will see after death.

"This issue is a bit sensitive, even sensitive to issues involving faith," Yorks frowned subconsciously.

Because the clergy and believers of the church all firmly believe in the existence of heaven, or the sacrifices and actions of many people are premised on the existence of heaven and the guidance of God.

But he has not actually seen God, nor has he seen what heaven looks like, nor has he perceived the existence of heaven.

While believing that God and heaven may exist, believing and seeing them with your own eyes is another matter.

"Just for such a boring answer?" Yorks said calmly.

"Well, just for this answer." Georgene took out an old notebook from her handbag and opened it.

"We have gained wealth and power, and we have made laws and regulations. We look down on others from a high place, but in fact, after death, we are nothing.

So we began to use the resources we control to conduct many experiments to find out what the real world will face after death, whether it is a real heaven or hell."