American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The next day.

Yorkist woke up from the huge bed leisurely and full of energy.

I took a special look at the time.

[8:23]

Subconsciously thinking of the three-dimensional human figures of one large and one small in the morning, Yorks knew that Eileen had already taken Liz Murray to the church, but he didn't know what time they would start.

"Most likely they are preparing breakfast." Yorks sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up his phone from the table next to him, and with a few swipes of his fingers, he directly found the group chat of Pluto Church.

Today it keeps pace with the times.

Those believers have already established group chats one after another.

After reading it for a few times, Yorkshire could feel the excitement of the believers from the conversation one after another, because of the long-lost breakfast event. Everyone was clamoring to participate, even Ms. Camille, who had always been quiet. It’s rare to say such a thing.

But seeing Ms. Camille's little Bellamy's profile picture, Yorks rubbed his face and stood up.

He had a headache because he knew from Eileen that little Bellamy burst into tears when he came to the church yesterday and couldn't find him.

"What else can I do? Just coax me!"

Yorks took a shower and appeared in the basement.

The way he coaxes children is to take away the unused models and dolls he bought earlier and give them to the sensible little Bellamy.

Before leaving, Yorks subconsciously took a look at the real dollhouse.

The puppet models inside vividly represent a hierarchical world.

Barbie dominates the dollhouse and has the most comfortable room in the house.

The doorkeepers were still standing at the door.

And the remaining puppet models, such as the priest, Ultraman are constantly bullying the local evil spirit Guitou...

"You guys are really good at playing."

Looking at the original Annabell doll and now the Barbie doll that stood up from the bed and gave him a princess salute, Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the packed bag, and strode out of the basement.

The Ford Raptor is back on track.

But the driving experience was not very good. After all, the car's tires were in need of replacement since the violent driving last night.

Yorks patted the steering wheel.

"Man, if you bear with me a little longer, I'll take you for a makeover today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yorks stepped on the accelerator, and the Ford Raptor roared and fiercely sprang forward.

Not long after, the Pluto Church, which was already very close and could be walked by, appeared in front of us.

"what's the situation?"

Yorks subconsciously let go of the accelerator and stared at Pluto Church with a dazed look in his eyes.

Although I had made mental preparations, I did not expect that there would be so many believers attending the breakfast event.

Simply from the real-time 3D image in his mind, which was full of humanoid 3D images, he could feel that the huge church was already filled with people, either in the front yard or in the church.

“There are so many believers in Pluto Church??”

Yorks slowly put a question mark in his mind, expressing his doubts. He did believe in Irene, but he really didn't expect that she could cause such a big scene.

So, Yorks turned the steering wheel in another direction, headed straight to the city, and ran away in style.

For him, this kind of big scene actually means trouble.

York could imagine what he would look like as soon as he entered the church.

He certainly cannot run away from the responsibility of leading, nor can he run away from taking the lead in reciting the Bible. He even has to pretend to be dignified and compassionate, because this is in line with ordinary people's impressions of priests.

Although these believers already know what kind of priest he is, there is no need to pretend too much.

"But it's still very troublesome. Let's get this guy in line first."

Yorks patted the steering wheel again, found an excuse for his escape, and called Ward Martin to ask for the address of the modified car.

Not long after, the Ford Raptor, which was already on the verge of reaching its limit, drove into the city and entered a seemingly ordinary building.

There are cars being modified everywhere, and all around the cars are staff members with explosive upper body muscles.

With his dark skin and fierce face, he is not a kind person at first glance.

When the Ford Raptor drives past these people, these strong men will stop what they are doing and look in his direction.

If an ordinary person were to receive such gazes, they might be hesitant and frightened, but Yorkist kept a calm look on his face and continued to drive inside, finally stopping at an open space casually.

In front of the open space is a room for a converted house.

Yorks glanced at the figure walking in the window, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Having just gotten off the bus, Ward Martin, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out of the small room inside, wearing a neat suit that was completely opposite to the staff here.

This guy loves to be clean as always, he said respectfully.

"Father Yorks."

"Ward, ask your people to give me some modification plans." Yorks patted the Ford Raptor beside him and said calmly.

"I want the strongest defense, a modification that can withstand violent driving."

Ward Martin nodded and immediately waved his hand. The staff who were modifying the car next to him stopped their work and walked towards this side.

Seeing this, Ward Martin smiled and stretched out his hand to guide: "Father York, why don't we go to the back and wait?"

"good."

After glancing at the approaching staff, Yorks put the keys on the front of the car and walked forward, following Ward Martin into the modification room.

This time, there is a whole new world, everything is available, TV, sofa, refrigerator, etc.

But Ward Martin opened another door from the inside and continued to extend his hand to guide.

Yorks walked in and saw the steps extending underground.

"Father York, this is connected to my clothing store over there."

Perhaps seeing his observing eyes, Ward Martin explained warmly.

Yorks looked at the steps with traces of craftsmanship, smiled indifferently, and followed him down.

When it stopped on flat ground, what came into view was the appearance of an tunnel with lights hanging around it.

Through the three-dimensional diagram generated in his mind, Yorks could see that the tunnels were connected to tunnels one after another that he didn't know where to go.

This gave him a look of interest.

Is this the strength of Gao Daidai in John Wick?

It has to be said that Ward Martin or the organization behind him, that is, the High Table, really have some skills. Even this kind of tunnel can be opened abruptly, but considering that the other party can even sell heavy arms, it is natural.

After all, heavy weapons are different from light weapons in the final analysis, and those without some strength cannot be used at all.

"Your business is really broad, Huade." Yorks looked away and said calmly.

"You can even do this kind of tunnel."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ward Martin smiled without revealing any trace and continued to lead the way.

After not walking far, he came to an elevator again. Ward Martin pressed the button next to him and continued to stretch out his hand for guidance.

"Come in, Father Yorks."

Yorks walked in calmly, watched as Walter Martin followed him in, and pressed the button next to him.

The elevator door closed, shook for a moment, then opened a few seconds later, and the view suddenly became clearer.

He came to the white weapons warehouse where he sold goods before.