Two well-dressed and good-looking girls suddenly passed by his car.

"Qianqian! It's so lively! I'm not wrong, it's good to go abroad once in a while to play, I'm always bored at home, I'm afraid you'll be depressed......"

"Hmm."

“……”

The two beauties were manipulating a mouthful of Mandarin, and York was stunned, looking at the two who were obviously Chinese, and then laughed.

There is no going back, when he came to this parallel world, he once dialed his previous number, and also tried to call his parents' mobile phone number, but all of them were empty, which shows that there is no trace of the past life in this world.

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

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

"Uh, Qianqian, that foreigner is so handsome, how do I feel that he is smiling at you, do you say that this foreigner means so much to you?"

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

"Ouch, my family is shy! My face is red! ”

"Ever-vine!! I tore your mouth!! ”

"Hey!! Here you go!! ”

“……”

The sound of laughter was getting farther and farther away, and York was already inside the building.

If from the outside, this building sells clothes and makes clothes, and someone really comes in to buy it, then it really sells clothes, but York knows that there is something behind this building that sells clothes.

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

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

Behind the bar stood a calm, thin man in a black suit.

Ward Martin, the owner of the building, who is also a master gunsmith and an expert in body armor, is an old acquaintance to him.

"Honorable Father, is there anything you need my help with?" Walter Martin's voice was steady and hoarse.

York's face calmly placed his bag on the bar and unzipped it.

"Ward, help me deal with this stuff."

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

"Father, are you on a killing spree?"

The corners of York's mouth twitched, "You call me Father, what do you say?" ”

Hearing this, Ward Martin also smiled, didn't ask again, and directly took the backpack on the bar.

"Father, please come with me."

With that, Ward Martin took his backpack and walked to the small door inside.

York 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 after another was filled with all kinds of brand-new firearms, one after another was hung with brand-new bulletproof suits of various colors, and one after another was filled with all kinds of special bullets.

The shelves are all against the wall, and in the middle are a full set of sofas, chairs and bars that resemble welcoming guests.

The overall layout gives people a sense of science and technology.

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

Compared to here, his basement warehouse is rubbish!

"Sit, Father!"

Walter Martin smiled as he looked at York, who had been looking around. "I'll give you the list when I get back from the inventory."

Yorkes waved his hand, and instead of sitting on the couch, he walked towards the rack full of guns and picked up a submachine gun-like firearm.

Illuminated by the white walls and lights, these guns are simply poison to seduce the desire to buy in the hearts of men.

Ward Martin nodded, let Yorks play with his firearm, and walked away.

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

"M4 Super 90 shotgun, gauge twelve, seven rounds, rate of fire: 3.62 rounds per second......"

Yorks clicked a few times and put it back in place, and picked up a gun again.

"TTI Sig-Sauer_MPX carbine with Trijicon MRO scope and TLR-8 laser designator, extended base capacity expanded to 41 rounds ......"

"If it is consecrated and enchanted, these 41 rounds should instantly shred the evil spirit of Bashiba."

With Bathhiba as the new unit of measurement, Yorks did think about buying it, but recalling his family's underground warehouse, Yorks reluctantly put the carbine back in its place.

No way, there are still too many guns in the underground warehouse at his house, and the guns in these warehouses are originally used as tools for exorcism, but the conventional exorcism methods are enough for him.

"There's no use for it......"

Yorkes has a lot of regrets in his heart, you must know that when he first came to this parallel world, he has been thinking about the day when the troll in his left hand and the bazooka in his right hand will forcefully drive away the demons or other things in front of him.

Unfortunately, it hasn't happened yet.

Of course, York always felt that there would be a day when he had been waiting for all the hard work and practice to be in vain.

With this in mind, York picked up a few guns again and played with them, and just then, Ward Martin finished counting the dirt in his backpack and walked out of the inner room with a slip.

"Father, it's done, here's a list of items."

Yorkes glanced at him, put the Remington No. 12 double-barreled shotgun back in his hand, and took the list from Walter Martin.

On the list, the names of the items have been listed in the form of serial numbers, with the price.

There were hundreds of them, and Yorks was dazzled by the sight of them, and he simply looked at the last page of the total.

"After deducting 10 percent of the handling fee, you can get 1.73 million US dollars, what do you think of the price, Father?"

"Okay." York folded the list and tucked it into his pocket.

"Transfer it to my account."

Walter Martin smiled and bowed.

"Yes, Father."

York turned and walked away, but he hadn't taken a few steps before the voice of Walter Martin rang out behind him.

"Father, do you know the news of Mr. John's departure from the mountain?"

"Johan?" York's footsteps stopped, and he looked back at Walter Martin, who was standing quietly.

Ward Martin nodded and said a name.

"John Wick! The Grizzlies are looking for his whereabouts. ”

York's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he instantly thought of the men who had often come to his church to pray and repent for some time before.

In the past, the man had brought his wife here, only to end up being himself alone and with a dog.

"I don't know." York replied indifferently and continued walking.

"What's my business, I'm just a priest."

Walter Martin looked at the broad back that was fading away, and sent his reminder.

"Father, everyone has heard that you brought Mr. Johan out of the pain of his dead wife, so I hope you will be prepared."

A calm voice rang out, loud and loud.

"Let them come."