American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Only now did he finally understand that 65 points did not refer to trouble, but a real threat.

But the difficulty of the 65-point reward was within his acceptable range.

Therefore, when York said that one person is enough, he did not say it casually, but he was indeed a little confident.

In fact, the most important thing is that with these 65 points, he is sure that he can save his life.

If you really can't fight, you can still run.

But what he didn't know was that this made Father Marty become even more silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

So much so that he had already walked out of the Ascension Cathedral and sat in the car heading to the Huangqiao Church he was responsible for, but he still looked silent.

It wasn't until the car was halfway through that he said, "Do you need any more help? Yorkshire."

Yorkist glanced at him. He was actually waiting for this sentence. He could have spoken originally, but the other person's expression was really gloomy. The street lights outside shone on the other person's face, and he really couldn't open his mouth to break it.

"I need more guns."

Yorks looked at Father Marty, who was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The Calico M960 has a magazine capacity of 100 rounds. The more, the better."

This time he made a mistake in his judgment. He brought the sacred bullet with a caliber of only 9mm.

And this Calico M960 can use bullets of this caliber.

Yorks said, the information about this gun already flashed through his mind.

Calico M960, a 100-round double-helix magazine submachine gun, fires 9X19mm pistol ammunition.

"A 100-round Calico M960?" Father Marty frowned. To him, this was an unfamiliar word. He was just a priest, so he didn't know what this thing was.

"This is the name of a submachine gun. You can use the power of Thai officials to find it for me. If not, use the Belgian FNP90 submachine gun."

Seeing that Father Marty was already a little dumbfounded, Yorks added another sentence and took a step back.

"If you haven't already, then get the Beretta 92 pistol with a magazine capacity of 15+1 rounds."

At this point, because of the additional damage from enchantment and the increased critical hit from enchantment, he can no longer care about the power of the gun and pursue the ammunition capacity.

Father Marty carefully wrote down the names of these guns, and took a deep look at York, who was sitting next to him, but his sitting posture still seemed to have a heavy sense of oppression.

Until now, he suddenly understood what Bishop Richard in the cathedral just said.

This guy is really out of place. Just as he thought, there are no priests who specialize in studying these things. Even if there are, they are very few. It is pitiful that he doesn't even know what these guns look like.

"Thailand is one of the Southeast Asian countries where guns can be legally held," Yorkes said soothingly when he saw some changes in Father Marty's expression.

"With its size, these guns should be there."

"Yeah." Father Marty said resignedly, "I'll go and ask."

Yorks nodded, took out his phone and looked at the time [8:01]:

"There are still four hours, so don't be so impatient."

Father Marty's eyes showed helplessness, but he also felt a little deep-seated envy. He envied the other party's calmness and indifference, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, but he could still handle it calmly without changing his expression.

"If there is, it won't take long."

Yorks nodded, because of the real-time three-dimensional view in his mind, he saw the structure of the church that was more than 20 meters away, and said calmly.

"arrive."

As the car moved, the Yellow Bridge Church where Emilia and Saxon had visited appeared in front of them.

[8:46]

York was alone in the church quietly organizing his equipment.

The heavy knight's sword has already been worn at his waist.

His magic power and mental energy have not reached the point where he can squander it. As his physique increases, his fighting method has become more labor-saving melee combat.

Of course, this will only come to this point when we run out of ammunition and food.

At present, his top priority is to combine with extraordinary strength in melee combat.

I started filling the sacred grenade into the ammunition belt I brought, and then hung it on my body. The space in my backpack became even larger.

The two sacred time bombs are unusually conspicuous.

"The double buff attached to ten kilograms is each one hundred points, which is the equivalent of one ton of TNT." Yorks let out a breath.

"I hope it won't be used."

After filling all thirty grenades into the ammunition belts, Yorks already had three ammunition belts hanging on him.

"The next thing is..."

York's eyes stopped at the piles of Belgian FNP90 submachine guns and Calico M960 piled nearby.

It is said that some were taken from those shooting shops.

"There are only three hours left..."

Yorks squinted his eyes, stared at the piles of 9mm bullets in his backpack, and held them with his right hand.

Invisible ripples appeared out of thin air in the void.

Under the control of his will, the power of thought spread throughout the place, and bullets floated in the air one after another, forming a dense wall.

And through the real-time three-dimensional image in his mind, Yorks didn't even look at it, and then used his telekinesis to hold a bunch of submachine guns next to him.

At this moment, as the submachine gun floated, its magazine automatically fell off.

At the moment it fell off, the floating bullets were automatically filled into the magazine one after another.

For a moment, the silent church was filled with the sounds of clicking.

………………

"Finish."

Yorkes put the only pistol on the table, the Beretta 92, in the holster at his waist.

The submachine gun floating in front of him was automatically loaded into the backpack next to him.

One handful after another, a total of twenty handfuls were put into the backpack, two full backpacks.

“Ultimately, you can’t live without a backpack.”

Yorks shook his head and continued to control the zipper with his telekinesis, making it close automatically.

"It would be great if there was space for plug-ins like other time travellers. It would save a lot of effort."

Thinking of the novel he had read in his previous life, Yorkist let out a rare sigh. He picked up the backpack containing the sacred bomb with his left hand, closed the straps of the remaining two backpacks with his right hand, picked it up together, and looked forward.

In the real-time stereogram in his mind, someone was walking in.

When the three-dimensional figure entered the church, Father Marty's figure also appeared in York's field of vision.

"it's over?"

Father Marty, who rushed over, saw the heavily armed Yorkist. As a priest, he was still shocked.

In the church illuminated by candlelight, a tall and majestic priest combined with the equipment on his body inexplicably exuded a heavy pressure that took his breath away. Even Father Marty inexplicably smelled the smoke of war.

"Um."

Yorks disapproved and walked slowly forward with his backpack, until he passed Father Marty who stayed where he was.

"Let's go, while there is still some time, I want to get some gifts to greet them."

With that said, Yorkist walked out of Huangqiao Church.

Father Marty blinked, as if waking up from a dream, and quickly followed.

Somehow, he was truly convinced and began to acknowledge the gap between the two sides.

Thank you all, I have read your comments silently.

Don’t say too much, otherwise it will affect the reading, I just wrote it, you can read it, I will understand even if you abandon the book midway.

There is a saying that goes well, the green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. When we meet in the rivers and lakes in the future, we will have a cup of wine and have a good time.