American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

There was a click.

Todd was left standing there in silence, his eyes still fixed on the wall with the organic door, staying at the spot where Healy had just left.

After four or five seconds passed, he turned his head and looked at the computer in front of him, including the code scanner, and then picked up the phone next to him.

"Hey, Todd, what's up?" Old Mike's old voice sounded.

Todd said respectfully: "Bishop Mike, Healy is back."

The space was calm for a while.

Only then did Old Mike's voice come from the phone: "I know."

After the voice fell, there was a hang-up prompt. Todd silently put down the phone, sat down, and continued to be his cashier.

And the area is larger than that of a convenience store. There are various underground spaces for playing, leisure and entertainment.

In a quiet research room, Old Mike, wearing a white coat similar to that of a researcher, also put down the handle of the phone at the same time. The old man frowned slightly and said to himself.

"Why is this kid back?"

Without thinking much, Old Mike went to the other side of the table and typed on the keyboard a few times.

The screen he wanted to see suddenly appeared on the screen.

There was a man above who was greeting the familiar entity demons and headed straight to his research room.

It looks like it will arrive soon.

"This boy."

Old Mike, like Todd above, subconsciously carefully looked at the uniform worn by Healy.

“Really impressive”

Old Mike looked at it, not sure if he was relieved or not. He didn't know what his expression was like. If Todd came down and saw the bishop he had been following looking like this, he would probably be surprised and understand.

The eyes are soft and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised. It is obvious that a father has found a way for his child, or found something he likes to do, or is happy and proud of his child.

"It seems that he has become more mature." Old Mike looked at Healy walking calmly and said to himself.

"It seems that I have gained some experience by being with Yorks."

After muttering to himself, Old Mike raised his head and looked towards the door.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, which made Old Mike helpless and a little funny.

"Come in."

After the voice fell, the main door was opened, revealing Healy's figure. He looked at his father who had been sitting behind the stage, studying some strange thing, and smiled.

"Old man, I'm back."

Now the expression on old Mike's face has returned to calmness, and he can't look like his old father at all, he said calmly.

"If you don't protect Yorks, why are you back?"

However, what Healy said made Old Mike stunned.

"I miss you, so I don't even know why you died." Healy shrugged and said sincerely while looking at the instruments on the table.

"I guess the bishop saw my thoughts and gave me a day off."

Old Mike was silent for a while, but no matter what the emotion in his heart was, it did not show on his face.

In front of his son, he only had that look of neither sadness nor joy, and responded lightly.

"Oh, I'm fine. If I die, I will tell you naturally. After all, you are the only son I have."

His voice was a little cold, but Healy had long been used to it. He pulled up a stool and sat down on the countertop, then put down the backpack he had been carrying.

"Old man, the bishop asked me to bring you a few words."

Old Mike glanced at the backpack placed on it: "What are you talking about?"

Healy did not answer immediately, but unzipped his backpack: "The bishop said he had ideas to promote these things."

Old Mike's pale eyebrows frowned slightly. In front of his eyes, after the back of Healy's backpack was unzipped, all that was exposed were bullets.

"Is this the holy water bomb you made before?"

Old Mike picked up one from the pile of holy water bullets and looked at the liquid flowing inside the bullet.

"Yeah." Healy leaned back and rested on the back of the chair.

"I have proven that the effect of these holy water bullets is indeed very effective. They have the power and lethality of the bullets themselves, but also have the effect of holy water."

With that said, Healy looked at the old man in front of him and continued.

"The bishop said that now that live broadcast has exposed the true face of the world, then our church should also make changes and can no longer be limited to the original power."

As soon as these words came out, Old Mike still held the holy water bullet in his hand and continued to look at it without responding.

But Healy didn't care about his old man's attitude and continued.

"The bishop also said that if possible, he would also like to put these bullets into the hands of non-staff personnel. Of course, this person must be a non-staff personnel who has undergone strict review. At the same time, these important weapons must be in the hands of the church. .”

Hearing this, Old Mike sighed, finally put down the holy water bomb in his hand, looked at his increasingly mature son in front of him, and sighed.

"It seems that your bishop is really planning to start meddling in church affairs."

Healy smiled and said, only one sentence: "Because the bishop is Yorkshire John, the bishop said that since technology has developed to this point, why do we still have to struggle?

Supernatural events cannot be prevented, and clergymen occasionally suffer casualties. In the final analysis, the firepower is still insufficient. Technological weapons cannot harm these evil things, so we should cooperate with technology to strengthen exorcism weapons.

Firearms are human inventions, so you can try to use a combination of silverware, holy stones and holy water to make corresponding exorcism firearms. Bullets can also be made of pure silver, holy stones and high-concentration holy water to make holy water bullets.

Humanity has modern weapons with such destructive power as nuclear bombs, so why can’t we make a sacred version of Ivan the Great? "

Listening to one sentence after another, the corners of old Mike's eyes couldn't help but twitch. He could feel the admiration and admiration contained in his son's tone.

As an old father, I can't help but feel a little sour in my heart.

"Did that York guy tell you this himself?"

Healy had a smile of memory on his face: "Yes."

Not to mention anything else, he just said that if the devil dares to come up and cause trouble, then throw a sacred version of Big Ivan into hell to give the devil a taste of what modern weapons are. He was very happy when he heard it.

Who in the church today can dare to say such a thing as the Bishop of York?

No, no one.

The clergy of the church have always been focused on resisting and exorcising demons, and have never thought about going to hell.

Only the Bishop of York would suggest that if the devil dares to come up and cause trouble, go to hell and put a sacred version of Big Ivan in its lair. The devil will release it once last time to see if it dares to come to the human world to cause trouble in the future. .

Only he himself knew how much this sentence shocked him at the time.

"So, what does Yorkist want from me?" Old Mike thought about it seriously and finally sighed.

"I am an old man who has retired. In terms of energy, status, and strength, I can't compare to him."

"The bishop asked us to work together to develop corresponding exorcism weapons, and to release the news among exorcism families in various places for promotion and publicity." Healy said seriously.

"Including members of our family..."

………………………………………………………………

Another morning.

Around half past eight. .

On the huge bed, Yorks opened his eyes, his consciousness stayed in the three-dimensional living room, and he shook his head in his heart.

Erin and Hannah were huddled together on the sofa like sisters, watching the TV in front of them.

On the TV screen, there are animations that are very popular in the past life and the current life.

The famous Tom and Jerry.

Tom and Jerry, who have always been incompatible enemies since childhood, are still engaged in a series of battles of wits.

Occasionally when she encounters something funny, Hannah will laugh out loud, hugging Irene tightly and saying something, and Irene will be infected and smile.

However, who would have known that she was dragged over by Hannah to watch it, and now she is watching it with such gusto. Who can tell about the changes in this.

"It's really crazy." Yorks had a look of helplessness on his face. He did not choose to get up, but continued to lie on the bed, just wanting to get some temporary peace.

Yesterday, when they stopped by to exercise Erin's abilities, they did not go back immediately. Instead, they took a good look around the metropolis of New York. It can be said that they ate everything they needed to eat, played everything they needed to play, and bought everything they needed to buy. .

The most troublesome thing now is that Hannah seems to be starting to want to live here.

Last night, she acted very pitiful and exuded the aura of homelessness, which aroused Erin's unbearable heart and took her in regardless of the fact that Hannah's home was right next to her.

Yes, that's right, these two girls are living in the same room now.

Yorks subconsciously recalled the structure of his house. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, or whether it was because of the basement. His house was really big.

In addition to the first floor, there is also a second floor, and there is no shortage of rooms.

The first floor already has Healey's room and John Wick's room. The two monks on the left and right naturally occupy the guarding responsibilities, so the second floor is where he, the bishop, and the assisting deacon nun stay.

Now it looks like there will be one more person in the near future

Yorks stared at Hannah in the three-dimensional picture and recalled the past. He didn't have much resistance to Hannah's move in. After all, he had lived in the same house before.

"never mind."

Yorks waved out the virtual window and started adding points.

During this period of accumulation, he accumulated 13 more usable attribute points.

With the current strength, after the mobs are no longer qualified to trigger random tasks, the current attribute points are hard-earned, so the thirteen available attribute points are already a lot.

The personal panel is as follows.

[Yorks John]

[Race: Human, Protoss]

[Occupation: priest, bishop, pharmacy professor, doctor, knight...]

[All-round physical fitness: 201]

[Life: 257/257]

[Spirit/Holy Power: 403+1507 (consumables)/403+1507 (consumables) (note that one point is restored every minute)]

[Magic power: 401/401 (note that one point is restored every minute)]

[…]

Without thinking much, Yorks looked at it and added the health value that was ready to exceed 300.

He originally valued the abilities that came with health points before, and he still values ​​them now.

The ability to regenerate means the possibility of immortality.

As the point addition is successful, a prompt for adding points will sound simultaneously in the ear.

[Life: 257 increased to 270]

There was a corresponding feeling in the body, but Yorkshire had long been accustomed to it, and his expression did not change.

I was just thinking about how much his current terrifying body would be transformed after his health exceeded 300.

"If possible, I hope I can survive the bombardment of modern nuclear bombs."

Yorks muttered, looking at the health data, he felt quite motivated.

He suddenly rang the sound of Pluto Church, recalling the past of his previous fight for attribute points, and murmured in his heart.

"How about returning to the church now? But it seems there is some trouble."

York's eyebrows narrowed, and he suddenly thought of those old believers. If he came back, and the believers knew his identity, there might be some big commotion, and there would definitely be many believers asking to see him.

This is not what he wants.

"or……"

An idea flashed in York's mind, and he thought of some solution.

"Just find a remote church. As for Ed and the others, just notify them again and tell them the new address."

Thinking of this, Yorks immediately got out of the bed, and the clothes next to him floated up automatically, and he put them on one by one when Yorks stretched out his hands.

Once in the living room.

Irene and Hannah looked over in surprise because of the movement.

"Get ready, get ready to go back to church," said York.

After saying that, Yorks continued to speak under Irene's stunned expression.

“But not the church of Pluto, but a new church that doesn’t know us, and that’s the real break.”

This sentence sets the tone...

As a result, Bishop Romulo, who is in charge of the entire Archdiocese of New York, received a call about this matter.

"This guy always has the right idea, but he is also very decisive." The old man's face twitched, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only say one sentence.

"As expected of a young man."

Even though he said this, Bishop Romulo still took the cake and made arrangements directly.

Finally, with the help of the people below, I found a church with a relatively weak faith.

Located in Brownsville, just north of Brooklyn, New York.

This area is a mixed bag of good and bad, and a mixed-race area, so it has always been an area with relatively big security problems in New York.

Its public security issues include crimes, misdemeanors, assaults, drugs, shootings, murders, etc. Its dangerous value is relatively high among places in New York.

So the environment around that church was like this.

"Is it too dangerous? Although people around me respect the church and will not do anything to the church, it is indeed not a place of retreat." A cleric wearing a priest's robe held a document in his hand Bag, looked at Bishop Romulo who was reading the information and whispered.

Seeing that Bishop Romulo did not answer, the cleric asked again in a low voice.

"Bishop, why don't you look at other churches?"

In fact, he collected several churches and submitted them, but Bishop Romulo chose this church.

After hearing this, Bishop Romulo put away the information, glanced at the clergy in front, and said calmly.

"Everyone is in danger, but this does not include the Bishop of York. This is the one that meets the requirements of the Bishop of York."

After hearing this, no matter what thoughts the cleric had, he could only bite the bullet and nod in agreement.