Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 27 The Grizzly Gang Reappeared
Yorks glanced at the scene behind Officer Baker and said.

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing this, Officer Baker looked up at the crowd on the opposite side, where a group of young men were watching, he shrugged.

"A member of the Vance gang died inside. One shot in the right hand, one shot in the chest, and one shot in the forehead. With such precise marksmanship, the murderer came prepared. He was probably targeting the Vance gang."

Hearing this, Yorks breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what was going on with the right hand, one shot in the chest and one shot in the forehead was exactly the Mozambique shooting method that Old Brown had told him.

The key is to hit the enemy's torso with two quick shots, temporarily stop its action, and then shoot the head with one shot. This can quickly defeat the enemy and control the danger. In the words of the game, it is to hit the enemy's rigidity, and then hit a fatal crit.

"It seems that Old Brown should have caught the order, and the identity of the old man is still somewhat confusing."

When he thought of this, Officer Baker's next words followed.

"Although the Vance gang is small, the people behind its boss are the Grizzly Gang in New York. The members inside are as united as the Grizzly Gang.
One of their members died today, and they will definitely try their best to track down the murderer. Do you think the two will be messed up? "

Grizzlies?Hearing about this gang again, Yorks' eyes darkened.

Officer Baker continued while talking without noticing the change in Yorks' eyes.

"So there will definitely be chaos here in the near future. Although they probably won't do anything to the priest, you'd better be careful, priest.
Bad brains won't care about your identity..."

As Police Officer Baker spoke, he tapped his temple with his fingers, which was full of irony and realness.

Yorks smiled and nodded.

"I will, Officer Baker, thanks for the advice."

Officer Baker said seriously, "You don't need to thank the priest, I don't want to see a place where my wife doesn't pray, this is the only day I can relax and rest..."

The corner of Yorks' mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, someone behind Officer Baker called him.

"Bake! Baker!!"

Yorks simply stopped what he was going to say.

"My boss is calling me. Father, I'll go first." Police Officer Baker glanced back, and then left, but he didn't forget to send his advice again the moment he left.

"Father, remember it's better not to pass by here in the near future."

"I will."

"..."

Looking at Police Officer Baker who had already walked inside, Yorks' expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at the crowd on the right side of the car. Like Officer Baker, he also saw the group of boys.

The only difference was that he saw a few of the same people that Old Brown had seen that day.

"It's actually a member of the Grizzly Bear Gang..."

Yorks shook his head, shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal to drive towards Old Brown's house. Compared with before, he was more relaxed.

Old Brown was still a soldier, a retired veteran.

With this in mind, Yorks quickly drove downstairs to Old Brown's house.

Overall, the law and order here is much better than the place just now.

Surprisingly, no lights were turned on in Old Brown's house.

Even so, Yorks chose to get out of the car, walked to the door, and rang the doorbell next to him.

The sound of jingling bells rang, but there was no response from inside.

"Where did this old Brown go again! Didn't he run to guard again?"

Pressing it again still did not respond, Yorks had no choice but to return to the car, took out a pen and paper, left a message and stuffed it in the envelope, and then forced it into the crack of the door at the bottom.

He can only go so far, without any information now, trying to find Old Brown would be blind.

Yorks glanced at the house, returned to the car again, and drove away slowly.

It was related to the Grizzly Bear Gang and Old Brown, so he decided to investigate the so-called Vance Gang from today, so as to be prepared.

hum!
The black Ford Raptor moved further and further away under the light of the headlights that dispelled the darkness.

However, what Yorks didn't know was that the old Brown he was looking for had quietly arrived in a small alley opposite a bar, with his hands in his pockets, his gaze was fixed on the door of the bar.

In the eyes of the old man, there were not many people outside the bar at this time.

After a while, he picked up his old clock and looked at it, and the time had come to 23:13.

"call……"

The old man moved his body a little, and stopped after his breathing became short of breath.

At this moment, a young man with a thinner figure than Willy before came out of the bar door, staggering towards the right direction.

"The target appeared, named Beard, the person in charge of the drug trade." Old Brown raised his shoulders and followed while recalling.

Those scumbags shouted here and there in the sewer, but in fact, a lot of information had already been exposed.

Names include status.

About ten meters away, the person named Beard had the highest status, because the attitude of those scumbags towards him was obviously a bit up and down.

The important thing is that this guy is responsible for every transaction.

Relying on the inconspicuous identity of the old man, he has been following this guy for a long time, and now he has finally caught the order, but his purpose is not to kill people, but to eliminate this guy and at the same time cut off the money of these scumbags.

According to common sense, a small gang selling drugs must have a place to stock up or ship.

Thinking of this, Old Brown looked at Beard swaying in front of him without looking at Beard behind him, and his expression became resolute. He was ready to die this time.

Just like that, a young man was walking unsteadily in front, and an old man followed slowly behind.

The two bypassed the more prosperous streets, and finally came to a relatively remote area where there was no one and garbage everywhere.

Old Brown hangs the target from a distance, and glances at the surrounding environment. According to past experience, he knows that the destination is probably approaching.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the target in front of him suddenly turned into an alley.

Old Brown grabbed the handle of the pistol hidden in his pocket, and hurriedly followed.

As soon as he reached the wall of the alleyway, he happened to see the target walking into a short building on the right, closing the door so fast that he didn't even have time to get out.

"It should be here."

Looking at the low building with only one floor, Old Brown took a few breaths to suppress the tightness in his chest, and walked slowly into the alleyway.

When the distance was getting closer, Old Brown pursed his lips and thought of something, took out the P365 pistol in his pocket and lightly threw it under the wall on the right side of the alleyway, and then walked towards the closed iron gate of the low building.

When he reached the door, Old Brown subconsciously took a deep breath, then reached out and knocked on the iron door, and stood quietly on the spot.

Within a few seconds, there was a movement inside. Old Brown heard a few clicks inside the iron door, and then a small crack appeared in the iron door, revealing a person's face inside.

It was Beard who had just entered. He looked vigilantly, frowning and staring at Old Brown, as if he had known for a long time that there was an old man standing in front of the door.

"Old man, what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)