American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Two pretty and fashionable girls suddenly passed by his car.

"Qianqian! It's so lively! I'm right, it's good to go abroad once in a while. If you're always bored at home, I'm afraid you'll get depressed..."

"Um."

"..."

The two beauties spoke Mandarin, and York was stunned. Looking at the two people who were obviously Chinese, he immediately laughed.

There was no way he could go back. When he came to this parallel world, he had dialed his previous number and tried calling his parents' mobile phone numbers, but both numbers were empty, which showed that there was no trace of his previous life in this world.

Thinking of this, Yorks shook his head and got out of the car with his bag.

At this moment, the sound of the car door closing also made the two girls passing by subconsciously look over.

Seeing this, Yorks smiled gently at them and walked towards the building in front of him.

This made Chang Manman and Su Qian confused when they came to New York for the first time.

"Uh, Qianqian, that foreigner is so handsome. Why do I feel like he is smiling at you? Do you think this foreigner has any interest in you?"

"Don't talk nonsense! That's a polite smile."

"Ouch, my Qianqian is so shy! Her face is red!"

"Chang Manman!!! I'll tear your mouth apart!!"

"Hey! Come on!"

"..."

The voices of joking gradually faded away, and Yorkshire had already entered the building.

If from the outside it looks like this building sells clothes and makes clothes, and if someone actually comes in to buy, then it is really selling clothes, but Yorks knows that there is something behind this building that sells clothes.

Because all his guns and bullets are customized here, and even the bulletproof and cut-proof robes are customized here.

Walking in, Yorks ignored the greeting from the clerk next to him and went straight to the bar inside.

Behind the bar stood a man in a black suit with a calm and thin face.

Ward Martin, the owner of the building and a master gunsmith and expert in body armor, was an old acquaintance.

"Dear Father, may I help you in any way?" Ward Martin's voice was steady and hoarse.

Yorks put the bag on the bar calmly and unzipped it.

"Ward, help me deal with these things."

Ward Martin glanced at the contents of the backpack, saw the dazzling array of gold jewelry and valuable watches, and then tilted his head slightly.

"Father, are you going on a killing spree?"

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth, "You already called me Father, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Ward Martin also smiled and took the backpack on the bar without asking any more questions.

"Father, please come with me."

With that said, Ward Martin carried his backpack and walked towards the small door inside.

Yorks nodded and followed.

When the small door opened, the two walked through a corridor, and a large space appeared in York's field of vision.

One shelf after another is filled with all kinds of brand-new firearms, one shelf after another is filled with brand-new bulletproof suits of various colors, and one shelf after another is filled with all kinds of special bullets.

These shelves are all leaning against the wall, and in the middle is a set of sofas, seating bars, etc. that are similar to welcoming guests.

The overall layout gives people a sense of technology.

Every time Yorks comes here, he compares his basement warehouse with this place, and ends up feeling uncomfortable.

Compared to this place, his basement warehouse is garbage!

"Father, sit down!"

Ward Martin looked at Yorks who kept looking around and smiled. "I'll give you the list when I get back the inventory."

Yorks waved his hand, and instead of sitting on the sofa, he walked towards the shelf full of firearms and picked up a firearm that looked like a submachine gun.

Under the reflection of the white walls and lights, these firearms are simply poison that seduce men's desire to buy.

Ward Martin nodded, let Yorkist play with his gun, and left.

"Czech CZ Scorpion submachine gun, the third generation of Scorpion submachine gun, magazine capacity 30 rounds, effective range 250 meters..."

"M4 Super 90 shotgun, 12 gauge, capacity of seven rounds, rate of fire: 3.62 rounds/second..."

Yorkist clicked it a few times familiarly, put it back on the spot, and couldn't put it down and picked up a gun again.

"TTI SIG-Sauer_MPX carbine, equipped with Trijicon Mro scope and TLR-8 laser designator, the base is extended to expand the ammunition capacity to 41 rounds..."

"If it were consecrated and enchanted, these 41 shots should be able to tear the evil spirit Basheba to shreds in an instant."

Taking Basiba as a new unit of measurement, Yorks did consider buying it, but recalling the underground warehouse at his home, Yorks still reluctantly put the carbine back where it was.

There was no way around it, there were still too many guns in the underground warehouse at his house. The guns in these warehouses were originally used as exorcism tools, but conventional exorcism methods were enough for him.

"There is no use for it..."

Yorks had some regrets in his heart. You must know that when he first came to this parallel world, he had been thinking about the day when the troll in his left hand and the rocket launcher in his right hand would powerfully drive away the demon or other things in front of him.

Unfortunately, I haven't encountered it yet.

Of course, Yorks always felt that one day, he had been waiting for, all the hard work and practice would be in vain.

With this idea in mind, Yorks picked up a few guns and played with them again. At this time, Ward Martin also finished counting the dirt in his backpack, and he walked out of the room inside with a list.

"Father, the inventory has been completed. Here is the list of items."

Yorks glanced at him, put the Remington No. 12 double-barreled shotgun back where it was, and took the list from Ward Martin's hand.

On the list, the names of the items have been listed with serial numbers along with their prices.

There were hundreds of them, and York was dazzled just by looking at them. He simply looked at the total number on the last page.

"Deducting a 10% handling fee, you can get 1.73 million US dollars. Father, what do you think of this price?"

"It's okay." Yorks folded the list and put it in his pocket.

"Transfer it to my account."

Ward Martin smiled, bowed and said respectfully.

"Okay, Father."

Yorks turned around and walked away, but after taking a few steps, Ward Martin's voice sounded behind him.

"Father, do you know the news about Mr. John's appearance?"

"Johan?" Yorks stopped and looked back at Ward Martin, who was standing quietly.

Ward Martin nodded and said a name.

"John Wick! The Grizzlies are looking for him."

York's eyebrows raised slightly, and he suddenly thought of the man who often came to his church to pray and repent in the past.

In the past, the man brought his wife here, but in the end it was just him and a dog.

"I don't know." Yorkshire responded calmly, turned around and continued walking.

"It's none of my business, I'm just a priest."

Ward Martin looked at the generous figure gradually moving away and sent his reminder.

"Father, everyone has heard that you helped Mr. Yohan get over the pain of his wife's death, so I hope you can make some preparations."

A calm voice sounded, loud and clear.

"Let them come."