American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Acceptance is acceptance though.

But through the mission reward of almost thirty points plus the mission requirements, Yorks knew that he might be dealing with more than just one demon.

"What is the situation that would lead to such a statement, the devil in the whole building?"

Yorks squinted his eyes, and continued to swipe the phone screen under Eileen's gaze, directly finding Officer Jeffrey who was picking him up.

The only thing he could think of was that the residents in the entire building were possessed or controlled by many demons, just like the nuns at the Convent of Santa Carta.

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"Dude, you really don't want to leave?"

After not seeing each other for a long time, the pot-bellied Officer Baker stopped and tilted his head to look at Jeffrey, who was sitting in the office on his right, and sighed as he looked at his frowning look at documents.

"Already ready for eleven o'clock."

A murder case happened recently, which kept them busy, but they couldn't find any useful clues. From this, it can be defined that the deceased committed suicide, but Jeffrey just refused to give up.

Hearing the sound, the thin Jeffrey looked up from the survey information and looked ahead.

Baker, including his colleagues who stayed to work overtime, were gathering at the door and looking at him.

Jeffrey shifted his gaze and subconsciously glanced at the clock on the table.

[22:23]

"Is it already this point?" Jeffrey then looked at Baker and his colleagues who were waiting for him by the door.

"Get ready, right now, you go back first, you don't have to wait for me."

Jeffrey continued to lower his head and looked at the on-site information and photos in his hand to compare them one by one.

Baker twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at each other with several colleagues who looked tired, all showing a hint of helplessness.

"Okay, don't be too late, we still need you to deal with this hotel murder case."

Hearing Baker's words, Jeffrey didn't even raise his head, "I know it in my heart and won't tire my body out."

Baker shook his head and prepared to get off work with his colleagues who worked overtime.

"Let's go, leave this guy alone."

At this moment, a phone rang, causing them all to stop and look over subconsciously.

"kindness?"

Jeffrey frowned and looked at the vibrating cell phone on the table. When he saw the caller on the screen, his eyes widened slightly.

"Father Yorks?"

Jeffrey picked up the phone immediately and answered the call.

Based on his analysis of Father York, Father York would not make this call if nothing happened.

"Father?"

at the same time.

Following the communication signal, Jeffrey's voice also sounded in the car heading to Woodside in the rain.

Listening to this voice that seemed to have been heard for a long time, Yorks said calmly.

"Officer Jeffrey, I need a favor from you."

Jeffrey's face became serious, this must be another supernatural incident.

"Speak, Father Yorks."

Recalling all the speculations that could be related, Yorks said calmly.

"Tell your superiors to lock down the Reed Apartments Building on Tenth Avenue in Woodside and no one will be allowed in or out."

After saying that, Yorks hung up the phone. This sentence was enough for Jeffrey to understand the seriousness of the matter.

In fact, this was the case. When the call was hung up, Jeffrey looked at Baker and the other colleagues who had not left by the door, and grabbed the suit on the chair with one hand.

"There's a situation! Everyone follow me!"

After completing this step, Yorks put the phone back in his arms, looked at the front row, and said calmly.

"How much longer?"

The driver controlled the steering wheel and turned a corner smoothly with superb driving skills.

"One minute and twenty seconds, Father York." The driver's voice was very calm.

Yorks responded calmly and began to sort out the remaining equipment.

There are only 17 rounds of 40×51mm grenades left in the MK14 revolving grenade gun.

The rest include the unused Line Bauer and 60 rounds of .50 caliber bullets.

There are still 15 holy grenades that have not been used up.

These alone are enough to cope with it.

Thinking of this, Yorks felt that the speed of the car had slowly slowed down. Looking out the car window, an apartment building bathed in rain appeared in front of him.

"Father York, we have arrived." As soon as the driver's voice fell, the car stopped at the intersection.

"The building in front of you should be your target."

Withdrawing his gaze, Yorks turned the door handle and glanced at Irene.

"Brother Kenny, protect my Sister Deacon."

Erin pursed her lips. From the meaning of this sentence, she already knew her duty, which was to stay well.

Brother Kenny, who was in charge of driving, was also a tall man. He looked up at the rearview mirror in the middle and said seriously.

"I will, Father Yorks."

But when he said this, he looked at the priest in the mirror who was about to get out of the car and continued.

"Father York, would you like to request support?"

"No, wait until you meet the official people and tell them that no one is allowed to enter this building until I come out."

With these words, Yorkes opened the door and got out of the car.

Coincidentally, when he got out of the car, the rain that was still pouring gradually became lighter.

Yorks looked up and looked ahead. A forty-story apartment building without any lights came into view.

This Reed apartment building is located exactly at the intersection of roads on both sides, and it does look a bit old.

Precisely because of its long history, the neighborhood here is considered old. It was even deserted due to heavy rain, and there was an invisible sense of depression spreading there.

The scattered lights of the surrounding buildings were scattered all over it, as if nothing happened.

Remembering the requirements of the mission, Yorks walked towards the back of the car, opened the trunk, unpacked all the backpacks inside, and picked up the exorcism tools that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Grenade gun, revolver, holy grenade, Bluetooth speaker...

Yorks moved very quickly. In an instant, he was covered with ammunition belts. He was carrying a small bag with several Bluetooth speakers on his back, carrying a revolving grenade gun, and walked slowly towards the Reed apartment building in front of him in the dark night. .

His back became unusually tall in the eyes of Brother Kenny and Irene in the car, until he disappeared into the invisible darkness.

Brother Kenny subconsciously glanced at the novice nun sitting obediently in the back seat, and then looked at the rearview mirror next to him.

One police car after another with red and blue lights appeared in the rearview mirror.

"You sit here first," Brother Kenny then looked at Eileen and said.

"I'll go over and meet them."

"Okay." Erin nodded.

Brother Kenny immediately got out of the car, left Erin's sight, and walked towards the stopped police car.

Erin let out a breath, looked at the apartment building in front of her that seemed to be plunged into darkness, closed her eyes and clasped her fists to pray for her priest.

"Lord, please bless Father York."

However, York was destined not to hear these words. He had already reached the main entrance of the apartment building.

Yorks looked up and seemed to be able to hear the movement above. He looked at the closed front door and kicked it.

Bang.

The front door was kicked open violently.

Yorkes had no expression on his face. He took out his mobile phone from his bag, found the software to connect to Bluetooth, pressed the play button, and walked in.

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Paragraph after paragraph of prayer recitations sounded from the small bag on York's body, attracting the devil like the light of fire attracting moths...