Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 25 Old Brown

"Why..."

Combining all the situations of Old Brown, Yorks still couldn't figure it out in the end. He could only think that there might be something wrong on the day of the meeting, because the building that Old Brown walked out of was not his house.

According to Old Brown's code of conduct, he would avoid things whenever he could, and would never take the initiative to do anything unless something really happened.

Recalling Old Brown's tone, Yorks put the envelope away and walked out.

He lacks crucial information, but he also respects Brown's choice.

"cough……"

The white-haired old Brown walked slowly, and glanced back at the old church. He put his hands in his pockets on both sides with a calm face, and walked in a certain direction.

Due to the chronic disease of emphysema, he can't do drastic movements. Once it becomes more intense, he will have difficulty breathing and feel chest tightness and suffocation. If this chronic disease is severe, he will faint and die.

"cough."

Old Brown coughed again and began to feel shortness of breath, but his steps remained firm, walking slowly at the same pace.

A long time passed before Old Brown reached his destination.

"..."

"Ha ha!!!"

"Look at him!!!"

"..."

It was these voices again, and Old Brown's eyes didn't have any waves. After all, there were no surveillance cameras in the sewer over there and here, and they were in a blind spot, so they became the base camp of those people.

Old Brown stopped where he was and looked at the source of the sound. It was still the group of scum, they were blackmailing a passing couple, laughing and joking the whole time, just like a manic psychopath. .

"Is she your girlfriend? She's so pretty."

"Don't be afraid! As long as you take some money to pay the toll"

"You don't want to see things you don't want to see happen, do you?"

"..."

Thinking of something, Old Brown's breathing became short again. He subconsciously covered his chest and walked towards the path on the right without being attractive, and finally entered the house on the right through the small door next to the path.

He went inside, opened the door inside, and walked in.

The inside has a layout of two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, but the floor is already in a mess, filled with bottles, cans and junk food, the furniture is also dilapidated, there is a lump of frozen feces on the sofa, and the walls are covered with messy graffiti.

It's just been a day.

Old Brown pursed his lips, stepped on the garbage on the floor, walked to the inner room, and stood at the door to take a look.

I saw that the room inside was very dirty, with garbage everywhere, and the quilt on the bed was full of stains, but there were sets of discarded tools left in the middle.

He knew what these tools were, they were all tools for smoking, and obviously this place had become a place for those scum to smoke.

This was probably why those scumbags would target his old friend and comrade-in-arms.

Old Brown's eyes became more and more cold. He walked slowly to the broken window, pulled the tattered curtains to cover his figure, and just looked at the group of arrogant scum with calm eyes.

Compared with the place where he lived, the place where his lonely old friend lived, that is, the house under his feet was facing the sewer.

Old Brown looked at it, and the scene of his vision had changed to that morning, when he came out of his old friend's house, he happened to meet Father Yorks.

"..."

"Brown, I'm scared."

Hearing what his old friend said, he looked at his old friend in a daze, but he also understood what his old friend said.

"I've always been scared, Brown, they put shit in my mailbox, hit me in the face one time, they're going to smash my windows one night, they call me...uh, you should know the nasty words..."

Finally, he saw his old friend pull out a bayonet from his arms, and said seriously.

"I can't stand it any longer."

"..."

He persuaded and asked his old friend to try to call the police, but he only got one sentence.

"I've called the police countless times, Brown, you know it's useless."

"..."

After his persuasion that morning, the old friend promised him that he would not do anything, but after the separation that day, his old friend died that night, his body was covered with marks of beatings, and the cause of death was several stab wounds in the chest and abdomen.

Because they died in the sewer in front, these scum who lingered here were also caught by the police, but there was no evidence, and these people were released after only a few hours of detention.

Who would value a lonely old man?No one will take it seriously except him, including the police...

"cough."

Thinking of this, Old Brown coughed and stared at the scum in front who were still bullying passers-by, his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

As an officer who has participated in a real war and retired, the last thing he lacks is patience.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Old Brown took a look at the sky, and the sun had already set before he knew it. At the same time, he also saw that the dregs on the other side of the sewer mouth began to disperse and went their separate ways.

Among them, a young man with a relatively thin figure clapped his fists with another group of people, touched their chests, and then left them, walking towards him alone.

"The time has come."

Old Brown silently took out a pistol from his pocket and checked the silencer on the muzzle.

If Yorks is here, he can tell the model and data of this pistol.

Sig Sauer P365-380, the ammunition capacity is determined by the magazine and can be divided into ten rounds and twelve rounds. The trigger resets quickly, which is conducive to rapid shooting, and the recoil is small.

These features allow the P365 to be handled well even in the hands of the elderly or women.

In other words, this pistol is suitable for people of Brown's age.

"cough."

Old Brown coughed to confirm that there was no problem with the pistol. Seeing the dregs that had disappeared into the alley, he began to shift his position and walk towards the door.

At the door, Old Brown could already hear footsteps outside, so he opened the door directly.

As the door flew open, Brown Sr. saw the scum, who had been separated from the team, just walk into the building.

At the same time, Willy who walked into the building also saw Old Brown who opened the door, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The two sides just met each other in the narrow and long path.

Looking at the old man who just stared at him unmoved, Willie frowned.

"Old man, don't you know this is my territory? Get out!"

However, Old Brown has quickly raised his gun. Although he is old, his speed is not slow. He is old, and he can only use this unexpected method to deal with young people.

Willie was startled. Although he didn't know what was going on with the old man, he quickly reached for the waist of his trousers with his right hand.

It's a pity that the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road. Old Brown has already seized the opportunity, aligned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger directly. Although there is a silencer, the sound of the gun has become smaller, but there is still sound.

With a bang, Old Brown's first shot hit Willie's right hand.

"Hmph!" Willie was beaten to the other side with his right hand under the pain.

At this moment, the muzzle of Old Brown's gun had shifted, and he pulled the trigger again with a calm face.

There was a second bang, and the second shot hit Willie in the chest.

"you you!!!"

Willie was a little unbelievable, staring at the old man in front of him, clutching his chest and throwing himself forward.

He had no idea why the damn old man wanted to kill him! !

However, the moment he fell to the ground, Old Brown pulled the trigger again.

There was a bang, and the third shot hit Willie very accurately on the forehead, killing him with one blow.

puff! ! ! !

The body touched the hard ground, causing a muffled sound.

After shooting one person, Old Brown's face was so calm that he just looked at the body lying in a pool of blood, put the pistol back into his arms, put his hands in his pockets on both sides, took out a pair of gloves and put them on slowly, not afraid of someone passing by.

After finishing this step, he reached back and grabbed the doorknob to gently close the door before walking slowly towards the corpse.

Although I don't know who killed my old friend, as long as it is someone in the sewer, it is an accomplice of the murderer and one of the murderers.

Old Brown stood in front of the corpse and watched for a few seconds, then bowed with some effort and began to move the corpse, turning him over.

The blood holes on the forehead and chest of the corpse were bleeding continuously, but Old Brown didn't dislike it at all, and kept groping around inside the corpse with his hands.

Before long, he found a Colt M1911 pistol, a small bag of white goods and a wallet, and some miscellaneous things.

These things were already stained with blood. Old Brown continued to take out a black plastic bag from his pocket. This was an ordinary plastic bag for grocery shopping. He simply threw everything in it.

"Cough...the first..."

Old Brown took a serious look at the still shocked face on the corpse. He stood up with great effort, carried the plastic bag and walked slowly towards the exit, his whole demeanor was like that of an old man passing by...

(End of this chapter)