American Variety: Scientific Exorcism - #412 - Chapter 399 The End of Silent Hill

A building that has been cordoned off.

Several Ford Crown Victorias with nypd logos and equipped with a 4.6L V8 engine with a maximum horsepower of 224 horses were parked in the isolation zone.

This is the nypd, a commonly used police car by the New York Police Department, the largest police department in the free United States.

Although these Ford Crown Victoria models have long been discontinued, they are still used in a large number of NYPD equipment due to their durability and spacious space.

A few police detectives not wearing police uniforms got out of the car. They looked at the police officers and patrolmen coming in and out of the building, and walked slowly over.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the corpses on the ground, covered with a layer of white cloth.

“Fritz, what’s going on now?” One of the police detectives asked, looking at the most familiar face on the scene.

It was a middle-aged veteran police officer. He handed over the board in his hand and said relaxedly.

“Who knows, maybe a messenger of justice appeared last night and wiped out all the gangs in Brooklyn in one night.”

The old police officer had wonder in his eyes.

“Luke, do you know, these are eight gangs. You must know that the members of these gangs are very cruel people, but now they are all lying here.”

As he said that, the old police officer seemed to have thought of something, and he was also a little happy.

“Now this incident has caused panic among nearby gangs. They are afraid to go out on the streets and are even preparing to evacuate Brooklyn.”

The leading police detective, Luke, glanced at the old police officer and said nothing, just looking at the documents and records on the board.

These records, coupled with documents and photos of the scene, gave him a clear understanding of what the scene was like.

In every photo of the corpse, the fatal injury is basically a bloody hole on the forehead.

One after another, this situation is enough to illustrate how accurate the shooting skills of the murderer of the messenger of justice are.

And his shooting skills are extremely sharp.

“It’s a bit scary.” Luke murmured to himself and subconsciously opened it again.

The corpse on this picture finally didn’t have a bloody hole in its forehead, but two bullets in the chest and one in the forehead.

Detective Luke, who had been a soldier, saw what type of tactic this was.

Mozambique shooting method.

The main point is to hit the enemy’s torso with two quick shots to temporarily stop his movement, and then shoot the head with one shot. This can quickly defeat the enemy and control the danger. In game terms, it means to hit the enemy hard, and then hit the fatal blow. Critical hit.

“A messenger of justice with rich experience.” Detective Luke shook his head. This kind of shooting method would be difficult to do unless he was already used to it.

Later, he turned to the photos of the core members of the gang and the corpses of the leader. Luke did not continue to look at it, but casually threw the board in his hand to the assistant next to him.

“You take charge of this matter.” Detective Luke said without interest, then turned and left the place.

“What about you?” asked the young assistant.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I’m going to have a cup of coffee.” Detective Luke waved his right hand and said calmly.

“I woke up too early today and I’m still sleepy.”

The young assistant and the old police officer looked at each other.

In the end, the old police officer Fritz shook his head and said: “He just didn’t want to deal with this troublesome matter. Anyway, the people who died were all scum that disturbed public order.”

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Ashibiyi Church.

Despite the gunfire and the robbery of dead people, very few believers came to attend daily mass.

It can be said that apart from those old believers, there are only a few young believers.

However, York still completed a very simple mass. All they did was read the contents of the Bible together and pray together, and that was the end.

So at this time today, no believers came up to greet him or talk about yesterday’s events. York was happy and relaxed, sitting where he usually sat with a book.

Eileen is responsible for the management of the church, and John is responsible for the rest of the chores. He doesn’t need to do anything at all, he is just a hands-off shopkeeper, oh no, just a salted fish.

However, thinking of this, Yorks took a look at John Wick who was active outside.

In the daily documents that Irene gave him, he knew what the God of Death who had just returned had done.

“I’m going to kill them all. He’s such a ruthless man.” Yorkshire smiled, not caring, and looked at the book in his hand.

“Uncle York, look!”

Before he could look, Alessa’s voice came to his ears.

Alessa, who was transferred from Silent Hill, is now his follower. She follows him wherever he goes.

Even the gentle Irene couldn’t help, because Alessa was very wary of everyone except him.

Yorks didn’t force it. After all, trust takes time. He had thought about it. When Alessa truly adapted to human society, he would send her to school to study hard.

This is his gift to Alessa.

Of course, besides these, he also has countermeasures.

Because little Sharon and his goddaughter Judy are coming over today.

He had received news from Ed and Rowling before.

They’re bringing Judy over today.

Compared to adults, he believed that Alessa would prefer to get along with children, because children can easily see what is going on.

“Well, what did you draw?” Yorkshire took the drawing handed over by Alessa.

After seeing it clearly, he smiled.

The thing Alessa painted was not who she was, but him.

Among the full rows of benches, there were several figures.

Wearing a divine robe, he stood on a high platform in front of the benches, holding a Bible in his left hand and waving his right hand in the air.

This is him saying Mass.

“Well, it’s beautiful.” Yorks looked at Alessa, stretched out his hand to touch the top of her head, and looked at her smiling face.

“Alessa, if you like painting, I think you can specialize in being a painter.”

“Painter?” Alessa blinked.

“Yes.” Yorkes smiled.

“An identity of human beings, well, it can also be said to be a more artistic profession. Good painters are very valuable, to some rich people.”

Alessa thought for a moment.

York’s smile remained unchanged as he looked at the physics book in his hand and continued to cram in knowledge that was difficult for most people.

Unfortunately, before I finished reading this book, Irene came over with some documents.

It made him a little helpless.

This is why, before, he did not want to become a bishop.

When he was a priest, he only guarded his Pluto Church and didn’t have to worry about anything.

But after becoming a bishop, the number of things to take care of slowly began to increase.

Even if he deliberately blocks many things and strives for great freedom, the things that require him to be responsible are still very cumbersome.

Mainly from the major dioceses, as well as some news from the headquarters of the Vatican, etc.

“Bishop, the document came from the Vatican headquarters.” Irene said calmly and meticulously.

“It just came through.”

As she spoke, she glanced specifically at the little girl sitting next to her bishop.

According to her own bishop, the little girl named Alessa is a true deity.

After knowing this, she was a little worried about whether it would have any impact on her bishop.

Fortunately, this little girl was painting there like a real child.

The important thing is that she can feel the other person’s dependence on her bishop. She has been with the bishop since she got up and never goes anywhere. This makes her really relieved.

“Headquarters? What happened again?” Yorks frowned and took the document handed over by Eileen.

It was a document specially sent to him from the headquarters, and it was usually a pretty big deal.

After uncovering it, Yorkes understood.

Sure enough, it was a big deal. It had always been calm. The cracks in the world that had never exploded finally started to move.

This means that his vacation is coming to an end again.

“Island country?”

Yorks looked down from the beginning. The movement was the crack in the world of the island country.

“The impact that emerged turned out to be this.”

Looking at the description above, Yorks shook his head and handed the document in his hand back to Irene.

“Tell them that since they are still under control, they can go over and solve it when I’m done.”

Erin nodded: “Yes, Bishop.”

After responding, Erin subconsciously glanced at Alessa and left, preparing to reply to her bishop’s words to the Vatican headquarters.

“Uncle York, this Aunt Irene keeps peeking at me.”

When Irene left, Alessa, who was still drawing without knowing what to draw, suddenly spoke.

Hearing Alessa’s depressed tone, Yorks couldn’t help but smile and coaxed.

“Don’t you often peek at Irene? After a while, you will all be familiar with it.”

With that said, Yorks continued, reaching out and stroking the top of her head and saying gently: “Alesha, little Sharon may come over today. Have you decided how to face your sister?”

ah?

Alessa’s eyes were wide open and she looked very cute.

“Will Sharon come over?”

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“Hello, Brother John.”

Outside the Ahibiyi Church, a family facing a new life walked on a quiet street.

The high-spirited Chris faced the sturdy monk and said respectfully.

Compared to before, his tone was filled with gratitude.

This made John Wick aware of it, and he nodded.

“Hello, Chris, it looks like Sharon’s condition has been cured.”

John Wick looked down at Sharon, who was holding Chris’s hand.

His face was more rosy than before, and his eyes became brighter.

He knew exactly what his bishop was doing during the two days he was away.

“Yes.” Rose, who was holding Sharon’s other hand, took a deep breath, her voice filled with heartfelt gratitude.

“It was Father York who saved our family.”

Hearing this, John Wick also felt a little proud. He was joking, his bishop had saved many people. Although he thought so, John Wick still had that paralyzed look on his face.

This is a habit from the killer period. People don’t know what you are thinking, and he can’t change it even if he wants to.

What’s more, the bishop doesn’t need to ask him to change, but thinks that this is more suitable for him.

“So our family came here to thank Father York,” Rose didn’t finish her words, and then asked for help.

“Brother John, what do you think we should do? Or do you know what Father York would like?”

John Wick was stunned and asked suddenly. He found that he couldn’t seem to figure out what his bishop liked.

He said he liked food, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he didn’t. In the end, he really didn’t know what his bishop liked. Suddenly he thought of the underground arsenal in the backyard, but he couldn’t possibly say that his bishop liked arms. .

For a moment, John Wick was stumped, and his paralyzed face became even more paralyzed.

Fortunately, when Chris and Rose felt something strange, John Wick thought of something and said calmly.

“The priest said that he likes the pious and dedicated hearts of believers.”

As soon as these words came out, Chris and Rose looked at each other, and they seemed to understand.

A dedicated heart? For a priest, what is consecration?

Rose brushed her hair away from her ears and smiled.

“Thank you for the tip, Brother John.”

In my heart, I feel more and more that the aloof Father York is very down-to-earth, and I feel a little closer to him.

“We will definitely satisfy the priest.” Chris said with a smile at this time.

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John Wick didn’t understand what the couple said, but he still nodded. With this paralyzed face, he could handle everything.

“Mom!”

Maybe little Sharon couldn’t wait to get in, so she shook Rose’s hand.

Seeing this, Ross had a kind expression on his face and gestured to John Wick in front of him.

“Brother John, let’s go in first.”

John Wick nodded slightly and gave way to the burly body.

Seeing this, Chris and Rose took little Sharon’s hands and walked up the steps.

As soon as they entered, the priest, whom they respected and were grateful for, was already standing on the road facing them. Behind the priest was a little girl who looked exactly like little Sharon. She hid her whole body behind the priest, with only one head exposed.

Compared with little Sharon, the difference in clothes and temperament is very obvious.

Chris and Rose looked at each other again, then looked down at little Sharon.

In fact, from the priest’s dictation, they probably knew some things and had already made relevant psychological preparations.

In the eyes of the two of them, little Sharon had already opened her eyes to the little girl hiding behind the priest.

The two little girls stared at each other, and there was an atmosphere in the air that they didn’t know how to describe.

This made Yorks couldn’t help laughing. He looked at Alessa, who was staring at little Sharon with only one head exposed, and smiled.

“Are you shy?”

Alessa raised her little face, looked at it, said nothing, just pursed her lips, and hid behind her.

“Uncle York, in fact, she is the real Alessa. I just created the consciousness by accident. I took over her body.”

“No.” Yorks kept his right hand on Alessa’s head, soothing her.

“You are you, and little Sharon is little Sharon. In my heart, you are not the same person.”

Having said this, Yorks looked at little Sharon and nodded.

Little Sharon understood, broke away from her parents’ hands, walked over cautiously, and said.

“Uncle York, sister Alessa.”

“Listen, you are Alessa.” Yorks turned back to look at Alessa who was grabbing his clothes and hiding behind him, not daring to come forward, and smiled.

“Go, you are sisters, and little Sharon is your only blood relative in this world.”

Hearing this, Alessa felt some courage in her heart. She stretched out her head and looked at little Sharon who was a little cautious, as if she was afraid of her rejection.

The two looked at each other.

The two people who are already one instantly know each other’s thoughts.

Alessa blinked her star-like eyes, loosened York’s clothes, and carefully exposed her entire body.

Little Sharon, who had a different personality and seemed more innocent and lively, her eyes suddenly lit up and she trotted over.

Seeing this, Alessa’s breathing became heavy for a moment and she wanted to retreat.

But little Sharon had already hurried over, hugged her, and said excitedly.

“Sister Alessa! I dreamed of you yesterday!”

Alessa pursed her lips and could only stretch out her arms to hug little Sharon and murmured in a low voice.

“Me too.”