Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 22 John Wick

Two well-dressed and good-looking girls suddenly passed by his car.

"Qianqian! It's so lively! I'm not wrong, it's good to go abroad for fun once in a while, but I'm afraid you'll be depressed if you're always bored at home..."

"Ah."

"..."

These two beauties spoke Mandarin, Yorks was stunned, looked at the two who were obviously Chinese, and then laughed.

He couldn't go back. When he came to this parallel world, he had dialed his previous number and tried to dial his parents' mobile phone number, but none of them were empty numbers. This meant that there was no trace of his previous life in this world.

Thinking of this, Yorks shook his head and got out of the car with his bag.

At this moment, the sound of the car door closing also made the two girls passing by subconsciously look over.

Seeing this, Yorks showed them a gentle smile and walked towards the building in front of him.

This made Chang Manman and Su Qian, who came to New York for the first time, at a loss.

"Uh, Qianqian, that foreigner is so handsome, why do I feel that he is smiling at you, do you think this foreigner has any meaning for you?"

"Don't talk nonsense! That's a polite smile."

"Ouch, my family Qianqian is shy! Her face is blushing!"

"Chang Manman!!! I tore your mouth off!!!"

"Hey!!! Come here!!"

"..."

The voices of talking and laughing gradually faded away, and Yorks had already entered the building.

If it looks from the outside, this building sells clothes as well as making clothes, and if someone really comes in to buy them, then it is indeed selling clothes, but Yorks knows that there is something behind this building that sells clothes.

Because his guns and bullets are all customized here, and even the bulletproof and cut-proof robes are customized here.

Walking in, Yorks ignored the greeting from the clerk next to him and went straight to the bar inside.

Standing behind the bar was a thin and calm man in a black suit.

Howard Martin, the building's owner who was also a master gunner and expert in body armor, was an old acquaintance for him.

"Dear Father, is there anything I can help you with?" Howard Martin's voice was steady and hoarse.

Yorks put the bag on the bar counter with a calm face, and unzipped it.

"Huard, help me deal with these things."

Howard Martin glanced at the contents of the backpack, saw the dazzling array of gold ornaments and valuable watches, and then tilted his head slightly.

"Father, are you on a killing spree?"

The corner of Yorks' mouth twitched, "You call me priest, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Howard Martin also smiled, and took the backpack on the bar without asking again.

"Father, please follow me."

With that said, Howard Martin walked towards the small door with his backpack in his hand.

Yorks nodded and followed.

When the small door opened, the two walked through a corridor, and a large space appeared in Yorks' field of vision.

One frame after another was filled with all kinds of brand-new firearms, one frame after another was filled with brand-new bulletproof suits of various colors, and one frame after another was filled with various special bullets.

These shelves are all against the wall, and in the middle is a set of sofas, seats, bar counters, etc. similar to welcoming guests.

The overall layout gives people a sense of technology.

Every time Yorks came here, he would compare his basement warehouse with this place, and he would feel uncomfortable in the end.

His basement warehouse is rubbish compared to here!

"Father, sit down!"

Howard Martin looked at Yorks who had been looking around and smiled. "I'll give you the list when I get back with the count."

Yorks waved his hand, instead of sitting on the sofa, he walked towards the shelf full of firearms and picked up a firearm that looked like a submachine gun.

Under the reflection of the white walls and lights, these firearms are simply poisons that seduce men's desire to buy.

Howard Martin nodded, let Yorks play with his gun, and left.

"The Czech CZ Scorpion submachine gun, the third generation of the Scorpion submachine gun, with a magazine capacity of 30 rounds, and an effective range of 250 meters..."

"M4 Super 90 shotgun, NO.12 caliber, capacity of seven rounds, rate of fire: 3.62 rounds/second..."

Yorks clicked a few times familiarly, put it back on the spot, and couldn't put it down and picked up a gun again.

"TTI Sig-Sauer_MPX carbine, with Trijicon Mro scope and TLR-8 laser designator, the capacity of the extended base is expanded to 41 rounds..."

"If it is consecrated and enchanted, these 41 rounds should instantly tear the evil spirit of Bathsheba apart."

Taking the Bassheba as a new unit of measurement, Yorks really thought of buying it, but recalling the underground warehouse at his home, Yorks reluctantly put the carbine back where it was.

There is no way, there are still too many firearms in the underground warehouse at home. The guns in these warehouses were originally used as tools for exorcism, but the conventional methods of exorcism are enough for him.

"It's useless..."

Yorks had regrets in his heart. You must know that when he first came to this parallel world, he had been thinking about the day when the sprayer in his left hand and the bazooka in his right would forcefully expel the demons or other things in front of him.

Unfortunately, it has not been encountered yet.

Of course, Yorks always felt that there would be a day that he had been waiting for all this time, and all the hard work and practice would not be in vain.

With this in mind, Yorks picked up a few guns to play with again. At this moment, Howard Martin also finished counting the dirt in the backpack, and he walked out of the inner room with a list.

"Father, the inventory has been completed. Here is the list of items."

Yorks glanced at him, put the Remington 12-gauge double-barreled shotgun back to its place, and took the list from Howard Martin.

On the list, the names of the items have been listed in the form of serial numbers with prices.

There were hundreds of pieces, and Yorks felt dazzled just by looking at them, so he simply looked at the total number on the last page.

"After deducting 170% of the handling fee, you can get [-] million US dollars. Father, what do you think of this price?"

"It's okay." Yorks folded the list and put it in his pocket.

"Transfer to my account."

Howard Martin smiled and bowed respectfully.

"Yes, Father."

Yorks turned and walked away, but within a few steps, Walter Martin's voice sounded behind him.

"Father, do you know the news that Mr. John has left the mountain?"

"John?" Yorks stopped and looked back at Howard Martin who was standing quietly.

Howard Martin nodded and said a name.

"John Wick! The Grizzlies are looking for him."

Yorks raised his brows and eyes slightly, and instantly thought of the man who often came to his church to pray and repent.

And in the past, the man brought his wife here, but he ended up alone with a dog.

"I don't know." Yorks responded indifferently, turned around and continued walking.

"It's none of my business, I'm just a priest."

Howard Martin sent his reminder as he looked at the generous back that was gradually moving away.

"Father, everyone has heard that you let Mr. John out of the pain of his wife's death, so I hope you can make some preparations."

A calm voice sounded, resounding everywhere.

"Let them come."

(End of this chapter)