John Wick had expected that the help would come quickly, whether to go back to Dre Town and walk through the underground pipes again, or turn around and go back into the fog and continue to Silent Hill.

But he didn't expect that until midnight, his town had been enveloped in a storm, and the reinforcements he had asked for had not arrived.

The two dogs were already lying in the back seat, and this time John Wick was on guard, sitting in the car, drinking coffee and watching the storm outside the window.

It takes only one hour to take a Kun fighter from Los Angeles to California, which is located on the other side of the American territory, whether it is from the town of Dre to drill the sewers and walk his old way, or to take a plane directly to the town, the time should not exceed 3~4 hours.

John Wick had spent six hours in the car from afternoon to evening, and now the town was windy, raining, and the roar of a hurricane sounded in the night.

The fickle nature of the United States is revealed, and the car is blown to shake slightly, and it is rare to feel a sense of peace of mind in the car, which is a feeling that has been engraved in human genes since ancient times.

John Wick felt the unusual tranquility at this moment, and was slightly distracted, and contacted the World Development Department again to inquire about the progress, and the reply he received was still that reinforcements were heading to the town, please wait where you are......

"Knights! There are our companions ahead, believers in need of salvation ahead, and neither the storm nor the thunder can stop us from the expedition! The breath of demons is spreading, the soil of sin is being nurtured, the innocent are crying, and our mission will not be defeated by a mere storm! ”

There was a roar in the midst of the rainstorm, and Father Marshall, drenched in the rain, stood on a hoverboard with chains on the edge of which was connected to the horse in front of him.

Drops of rain fell on the priest's robe, drenching the white gold-rimmed robe so much that it could wring out the water, and Father Marshall, ravaged by the natural disaster, stepped on the hoverboard where the horses dragged forward, and encouraged the knights to move forward with a powerful cry.

"Oh! For justice! ”

Ten knights in heavy armor galloped wildly, flicked their chains, sat down and let out white steam from their nostrils, and the pure white war horses galloped on the intercontinental highway under the rainstorm.

John Wick's support was the Holy Cult Army, which Father Marshall had formed himself.

A special lifeform composed of half-body and half-energy, using burning telekinesis into an attack slash, the effect is unusually good, and the killing effect is stronger than that caused by gunpowder weapons alone, or energy weapons alone.

Father Marshall and the knights of the Holy Order have developed an almost pathological willpower through self-brainwashing, and they have been tested to be more resistant to illusions than a handful of super-soldiers.

Willpower is a mysterious and mysterious thing, only those who have experienced cruel trials can be realized, and Father Marshall was able to select ten people from the group to form the Holy Cult Army, not because they could only arm ten people, but because there were really very few people who could survive the trial.

The planned team of 120 knights, 60 nuns and 20 priests of the Holy Cult took great pains to get 10 of them.

After these ten people showed their suppressive power against the demon, the World Development Department allocated a sum of money to Father Marshall, and in the past few days, they have upgraded a small amount of equipment, as a pioneer in exploring the identified dangerous areas of this world, and they themselves are more than happy to carry out such a mission.

In the afternoon, after receiving the information about the fog and the town reported by John Wick, the World Development Department sent Father Marshall and them to try the pounds of the huge monster in the fog.

In order to deal with the giant monsters, every knight and Father Marshall brought powerful weapons, as well as the remaining explosive spears used to deal with the Fallen Kong, as well as clay bombs and armor-piercing grenades.

A large bag of bulging bags, placed in a cloth bag on horseback, running thousands of miles, really has a kind of decisive momentum when a knight goes on an expedition.

Now the distance between Father Marshall and Drey's town is more than twenty kilometers, and it takes half an hour to arrive, rest and enter through the sewers, and repeat the path taken by John Wick to the sparsely populated town of Crane......

In the morning, John Wick woke up from the driver's seat of the car, his head lowered, his eyes not half confused, and the two dogs took turns keeping vigil for him.

Yesterday's storm seemed to have brought only a major blackout to the town of Crane Mystery, and at least when he woke up, he didn't see the fog outside the car, only the lively town.

John Wickla opened the door, got out of the car and stretched, looking around.

The town center was obviously busier in the morning than it was yesterday afternoon, and the residents living around the town had woken up and decided to buy supplies for the day or the next few days in the morning.

There were already many cars parked in the parking lot in front of the supermarket, and John Wick collected the used coffee cans and threw them in the trash, ready to go and buy some more things.

Dozens of people were crammed into the small supermarket, and the clerks were inefficient because of the lack of electricity, and the queue for settlement was long.

John Wick is the face of the town, and many people in this small town know each other as long as they have lived here, and the appearance of strangers attracts a lot of attention.

Ignoring the men's scrutiny, John Wick entered the supermarket's beverage section, looked at the refilled shelves, and swept all the black coffee into the basket with his arms.

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"Hey man, can't you leave a few cans for future generations?" A hippie in a headscarf in the back expressed his displeasure to John Wick when he saw this way of shopping.

Looking back at the hippie, John Wick thought it was right, and put half of the black coffee back on the shelf.

As he was about to get some candy and chocolates, John Wick saw three soldiers in military uniforms walk into the supermarket, one black and two white.

After only one glance, John Wick withdrew his gaze.

The three were too young, not like soldiers who had been trained for a long time, and it was more likely that three recruits were wearing clothes to show off their status.

Suddenly a military jeep drove in front of the supermarket, and a black gendarme wearing a white helmet stepped down, entered the supermarket, said a few words to the three soldiers, and then walked out again.

None of this has anything to do with him.

Choosing what he needed to buy, John Wick stood in the back of the line, his eyes not squinting, and his body standing straight as loose, making him the first person in the supermarket to see police cars and fire trucks whizzing past in front of the parking lot.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

Police cars and fire trucks disappeared behind the building, and then the long, abrupt sound of air raid sirens over the town.

Air defense alert?

Listening to the town's air raid sirens, John Wick paused for a moment, put down his shopping basket, and walked solemnly outside the supermarket.

Now everyone's attention was drawn to the previous police car and now the sound of air raid sirens, and walked to the glass door of the supermarket to look outside.

John Wick had just stepped out of the threshold of the supermarket when he saw an old man stumbling diagonally to the right.

The gray-haired old man had a nosebleed and kept looking behind him, as if he was being chased by something.