American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 173 Anthony Wal-Mart

"Thank you, Ms. Agatha, I'm very satisfied."

Finally reaching a deal with the man, Yorks was not in a hurry to set off with the restless man next to him. Instead, he looked at the dollhouse in front of him with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Ms. Agatha is indeed a skillful person. In his opinion, the dollhouse in front of him is exactly the same as the dollhouse at home except that it does not have the sealing function.

Looking at the priest who kept observing, Agatha smiled disapprovingly and said, "As long as you are satisfied."

"Father? Are you leaving or not?" Nick asked a little irritably.

"Don't worry, Nick, being anxious will affect your mood throughout the day."

Yorks smiled and put the doll inside into the dollhouse in a leisurely manner.

This made Nick curse inwardly, but he was helpless and felt that he had met his nemesis.

"Shit! It's such a long journey, and by the time we get there, it's already night!"

Thinking of tomorrow's collection, he walked around involuntarily.

When I couldn't stand it anymore and was about to leave, the priest in front of me finally clapped his hands and put the huge dollhouse into the box.

"Ms. Agatha, I will transfer the money to your account."

Lady Agatha nodded.

Seeing this, under Nick's expectant and relieved gaze, Yorkes picked up the box and signaled to Ms. Agatha, then walked out the door.

"Come on, Nick, it's time for us to go."

"Shit!"

Nick followed behind, looking at the broad back and not daring to say what was in his heart.

"You know you have to leave now?"

At this time, it was three o'clock. Yorks walked out of the old things with the dollhouse on his shoulders and took a look at the street.

There are obviously more pedestrians coming and going, and pedestrians passing by will also cast surprised eyes on him.

I don't know if it's because of his priest's clothes or his figure.

"Father, where are you going to put this thing? Listen, we can't miss the time to take the subway, otherwise..."

After hearing Nick's words behind him, Yorkshire walked towards the Ford Raptor parked on the street.

"Nick, don't worry, I'm actually driving here."

Nick, who was behind, was stunned. Following the direction of the priest, he spotted the dark muscle car parked in front of him and couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"Tm..."

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"So these things were all found in the blind box warehouse you opened?"

In the driver's seat, Yorks asked in surprise,

He originally thought that Nick had found the abandoned base of the cult and ended up picking them up for nothing, but he didn't expect that these cult products were actually found in a blind box warehouse.

The so-called blind box warehouse refers to some rented warehouses that have not been renewed or claimed for a long time, so the rented merchants use the waste and conduct public auctions among tenants.

This completely satisfies some people's mentality of gambling and treasure hunting.

According to Nick, the merchant who holds the auction will also seduce the bidders before bidding, and open the warehouse to let the bidders take a look. As for whether you can find valuable things inside, it depends on luck. Anyway, it has already been done. Let you see it...

This was not in line with the situation in his impression. That whole set of things alone was not something that one person could hold, let alone that it was still stored in a warehouse and no one even renewed the lease for a long time.

"That's an old man's warehouse, and he's dead!"

Nick was sitting in the passenger seat. Perhaps because York was a priest, he said a little more information coldly.

"I paid a good four hundred dollars for this warehouse."

Yorks thought for a while: "Do you know the old man's name?"

"Name?" Nick frowned, but he didn't know what he was thinking of. With his brows relaxed, he took advantage of Yorkshire and said boldly.

"A thousand dollars!"

Good guy...

Yorks didn't know what to feel in his heart: "Tell me."

Nick showed a successful smile: "The old man's name seems to be Anthony, yes, Anthony Wal-Mart."

"Anthony Wal-Mart?"

Yorks looked at Nick to confirm, controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, and picked up the mobile phone in the slot with his right hand.

At this time, it is time for Hannah, the beautiful hacker, to appear. Because she has cooperated for a long time and keeps saying that she is an intelligence dealer, Hannah is more trustworthy, faster, and knows better what information he needs than the people in the official organization.

[Look up Anthony Wal-Mart for me. ]

Messages are sent with a click.

A room with curtains blocking all light except the light of the laptop,

Hannah's eyes were dull, and her legs were following the stool. Her hands were moving quickly on the keyboard, and her fingers were reflected in the light.

Ding dong, a sudden sound on the table made her stop.

Hannah looked over, and her dull eyes instantly became clear.

"It's this kind of thing again! This guy is looking for trouble every day? But, how much does he owe me?"

"Hmph! I have to go to Pluto Church to settle the score with him someday!"

The muttering voice sounded in the room, and its protagonist was putting the phone back into the slot, ignoring Nick's expression next to him and stepping on the accelerator slightly.

According to the data calculated by the navigation, this distance is indeed a bit far.

The location is Massachusetts, adjacent to New York State, which is nearly 300 kilometers away. At a normal speed, it will take about five or six hours.

Yorks glanced at the center console and checked the time.

It is already [15:23]

"It won't arrive until at least eight or nine at night."

Thinking of this, Yorkshire couldn't help but feel a little sorry to little Bellamy and Ms. Camille. Today happened to be the scheduled time.

"Ms. Camille should understand. After all, she is used to it. But I don't know if little Bellamy will cry. I'll buy some gifts later to comfort her."

Driving to the straight highway, Yorks stepped on the accelerator hard, all the way to the bottom.

Buzz! The Ford Raptor roared and swooped out without Nick being prepared.

"Oh! shit!"

Nick was caught off guard, his back pushed back, his eyes widened, and his right hand was already looking for the armrest above.

As we galloped along, the distance and time were rapidly shortened.

Even though there were traffic policemen along the way, Father York's identity and related documents were enough to get by. While Nick saw what privilege was, he also began to understand that this priest's background seemed very extraordinary.

After all, there are law enforcement cameras around, so some traffic police officers are not easily dismissed.

Because of this, Nick inadvertently thought of those words at the garage sale. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt that something might happen tonight.