Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 38 Revenge Is Not Overnight

the same moment.

The church, lit only by candlelight, remained dim.

Yorks, who became a heretic in some people's mouths, had already walked in front of the statue of Jesus. He made a sign of the cross in front of the statue of Jesus, and continued to walk into the lounge with his backpack.

Coming to the lounge, Yorks first came to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe with only two sets of divine robes, and pulled out the bottom door inside after a while of groping.

As the induction lights turned on, the shelves embedded in the wall suddenly appeared in front of them.

The lounge was indeed a lounge, but it also contained his small box of ammunition.

He has already reached this point of caution, there is no other way, he has offended too many demons, and there is no guarantee that anyone will come to take revenge.

The overall layout of the shelves is like the shelves in the warehouse at home, with layers and layers filled with corresponding firearms, magazines, and magazines.

The first layer is a pistol, the second layer is an automatic rifle, the third layer is a shotgun, and the fourth layer is a submachine gun...

After sorting and placing the firearms in the bag one by one, Yorks closed the covered bottom door with a baby-watching look, and then closed the closet door.

"get off work!"

Yorks squeezed his shoulders and walked outside. Before he left, he did not forget to cross the statue of Jesus and said.

"Good night……"

This is his daily routine, and the day goes by like this.

Nothing to say all night, still the same, Yorks, like a commuter, carried a backpack from home into the Ford Raptor and drove to the church.

After one morning, he listened to the distress of the five believers as usual,

It’s nothing to worry about, it’s basically household chores, family relationships, financial pressure, unsatisfactory work, hard work raising children, etc.

And according to the prayers of believers, he will also give his own suggestions and comfort, just like a central air-conditioning warm people.

Unfortunately no random quests are triggered.

When the last believer was about to be sent away, Camille Benjamin, the director of the Lens Community Committee, who had just regained his composure, suddenly said to him before leaving.

"Father, there will be a charity event in the Langs community in two days, can you come and participate?"

Yorks probably thought about his personal itinerary, but did not refuse.

"If I'm free that day, I'll go."

Ms. Camille nodded with a smile on her handbag. "I see, Father, we will send someone to look at it then."

"Ah."

Yorks crossed himself. "The Lord will bless you, Amen."

"Thank you for your support, Amen."

Camille also made the sign of the cross on his chest, nodded deeply in response, and then left the church under Yorkes' gaze.

After seeing off the last believer, Yorks returned to the altar in the hall, taking out his vibrating mobile phone while walking.

"..."

"Dear priest, I have sent information about the Vance gang to your email..."

The news of Hannah, the intelligence dealer, finally came. He couldn't wait for this news. After all, he accepted all the assets of Old Brown, and he felt uneasy if he didn't take revenge sooner.

Ignoring the word "啵" in the message, Yorks kept walking, continued to walk towards the lounge, sat directly in front of the boss's desk, took out his laptop, turned it on, and clicked on the icon of the mail.

Log in to your personal account, click to open the encrypted email from Hannah, and enter the password.

With the input of the password, one name after another is listed on a table with photos in great detail, on which is also written the location of the other party, their usual location and habits...

Looking at the names one after another, Yorks subconsciously thought of Old Brown, his eyes darkened, and he silently took out his mobile phone and transferred [-] to Hannah.

On the same day, Yorks hung up the sign of "Temporarily busy, please forgive me", and drove away from the church with a backpack.

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The burgundy bar, a bar that is still open during the day.

Although the number of customers inside is much less than at night, there are still many people sitting around the bar or sitting around the bar seat eating and drinking, and the atmosphere is relatively calm.

There were three men sitting in a corner of the bar, their faces were cold and heavy, and they were pouring glasses of wine into their mouths.

The evil spirit on his body was clearly visible, and no one dared to approach them.

Standing at the bar was a middle-aged man who was wiping a glass of wine. He glanced at the guests who were far away, and said to the three of them who were drinking in front of them.

"Drink less, don't affect my business."

boom! ! !
Among the three, a bearded man with particularly thick body hair smashed his wine glass and said coldly.

"fk!!! Those damn DEA and COPS, they swept me both games!!!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and his words were not polite at all.

"Wadang, it's better to keep a low profile recently, and wait for the limelight to pass."

"I'm not reconciled!" Wadang, who seemed to be the leader of the three, said in a deep voice. "I must pay back this debt!"

Speaking of this, Wadang's cold eyes stopped on the middle-aged man.

"Have you found the murderer who killed Felton and the others? If it weren't for Felton's problems, this matter wouldn't have gotten worse!!"

The middle-aged man stopped wiping the wine glass, shook his head and nodded again.

"The storage equipment in Felton Field has been destroyed, but a suspicious old man was detected using the cameras along the road."

Wadang frowned, and said coldly with a murderous look in his eyes.

"who is it?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and resumed wiping the glass.

"The gang is still investigating, but it's coming soon, probably in a few days."

Wadang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

"Okay! I'll wait!!"

Just then, there was a jingle at the door.

The middle-aged man stopped wiping his wine glass and looked over to say hello, but saw a man in a suit, hat and mask walking in, holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking at them.

The middle-aged man frowned subconsciously in doubt, already feeling something was wrong in his heart, he yelled to remind his companions.

"Vadam!!!"

But at this moment, the man had already confirmed, raised the Beretta 92fs that had been prepared, pointed it at the wide-eyed middle-aged man and pulled the trigger.

"boom!!!!"

A bloody hole burst out of the middle-aged man's forehead, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"..."

When the gunshots rang out, all the guests present panicked and instinctively got down on the ground, looking for various shelters, and the bar was in chaos for a while.

At the same time, the three of Wadang who heard the shouts and gunshots were all startled and wanted to fight back.

But the opportunity has been lost, the men's guns have already been aimed at them.

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

The continuous gunshots made the three of Wa Tang burst into blood, and the bullets that penetrated the flesh also sent sawdust flying around the bar.

After firing fourteen rounds in one breath, the three dead bodies fell on the broken bar counter without a sound, and the man continued to shift the gun to the camera above.

Bang bang three shots.

After breaking down the three cameras, the man glanced at the shivering guests inside, turned around and walked outside, and quickly left the scene...

(End of this chapter)