【A little mana used】

【A little mana used】

【A little mana used】

【……】

With the sound in his ears and the real-time changes in the data in the window in front of him, Yorkes basically knows the consumption of magic power.

He put the enchanted bullets in front of him into the small bag next to him, one after another, and the inside made a crisp jingle as they collided.

The enchantment of a bullet basically costs a little mana, and according to his estimation, the effect should be permanent, which is similar to the two points of mana he sends.

At the same time, according to his guess, if his magic power is not forcibly used by others through the transformation of the system, it will probably only be able to be used by himself.

Just like the bullet that has been enchanted now, it has an effect when he uses it, but as soon as it reaches someone else's hand, the enchantment effect of the bullet itself disappears without a trace.

There is something special about this, as if it were some kind of weapon to recognize the owner.

So there is a difference between self-consumption and giving it to others, self-consumption can be recovered through time, to be precise, it is a little mana value that can be recovered every minute.

York's eyes narrowed slightly, and the pattern gave him a familiar feeling.

The blue bar in the game, casting a certain skill in the game will consume a certain amount of blue bar value.

Thinking of this, York looked at the monotonous personal panel and felt a little regretful.

So far, the system has not given him any skills, even if it is a random task, the reward is basically points, so the use of magic is all his personal exploration.

For example, in the middle of the night, when you can't see your fingers, spreading your magic power into your eyes is equivalent to wearing a night vision device.

For example, spreading to the bullet will increase the penetration and damage of the bullet, and it is especially effective against evil spirits and demons when combined with the consecrated bullet.

The most perverted thing is that this magic can also work with holy water, and even with the Bible and other effects.

The rest is just like that, taking things from the air or something, empty and convenient, but not lethal.

This made Yorks seem to have the magic in him like a universal treasure chest.

Of course, that's all there is to it, and York feels that he shouldn't have figured out the magic in his body, knowing that in his previous life, magic was generally the synonym of magicians.

It's a pity that he is a priest, and he doesn't know how to learn this magic, for magic, he even checked the information in the secret vault of the church headquarters, but unfortunately there is not a single magic book in the huge secret vault, and there are only some records about magicians.

"It's a pity, otherwise it's cool to think about it with a big fireball technique to bombard those demons." York's eyes showed yearning, for him the equivalent is justice! The greater the equivalent, the more just!!

"Magic ......"

Yorkes put away his deep longing and grabbed a bullet in the small bag in front of him, and gently made a cross with the knife in his hand, and the magic spread automatically.

【A little mana used】

【A little mana used】

【……】

21 o'clock sharp.

After enchanting one hundred and thirty-four bullets, York quickly broke away from the priest's mode and closed the church door to officially leave work.

Today, only a few acquaintances of the faithful came to pray, and he also fulfilled the priest's duty to listen to the confessions of the believers.

Under such circumstances, the days passed smoothly, and time passed quickly before he knew it, and Yorks subconsciously touched the envelope in his arms, although he respected Old Brown's choice, he was still a little uneasy after all.

This is a kind old man who has funded him quite a lot.

"With Old Brown's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to kill those scum alone."

Yorkes thought about what old Brown would probably do, and now the firearms have been made into flowers, and the recoil is small, which is in line with the large number of firearms used by the old man and women.

"Of course, it is not easy for old Brown to deal with those people, he will probably take a pistol that is not easy to expose,

Although the control of pistols is very strict compared to rifles, it should not be difficult for a retired officer like Brown Sr. to have a concealed carry permit.

The pistol is there, and with the experience of old Brown in the war, he should be able to catch the order and surprise as an old man......"

As he thought, York sat in the driver's seat of the Ford Raptor and sighed inwardly, then shifted the gas pedal and slowly left the church and drove towards where old Brown was.

He wanted to make sure Brown Sr. was safe.

Brown Sr. was a retired military officer, and his pension was still very good, but most of it was spent on Ms. Judith.

People who have never been in the hospital for a long time probably don't understand how expensive it is to spend every day in the hospital.

So Brown Sr. had no choice but to live in the Tem neighborhood because it cost less and saved money.

And the low cost also means that the patrol patrols here less often, and the less patrol means that the law and order is not very good.

It's an endless cycle, and over time, some gangs start to settle in, and the presence of gangs will also affect the atmosphere of the community......

The Ford Raptor drove through the streets of the Tem neighborhood at twenty or thirty speeds.

At a slow pace, York's eyes were on the factors and sources of bad policing from time to time.

In every street there is a group of young men gathered together, their eyes are gloomy, and they stare at the people passing by at every turn, and these people are not normal shopping people at first glance.

In addition to these people, Yorks also saw that some young men were trading something, and he saw that the small bag was white powder, which was obviously some kind of drug.

Blatantly, this was a scene that he could not have seen in his previous life.

"The security in the Tem neighborhood is getting worse and worse......" Yorks pursed his lips, stepped on the gas pedal and sped up to the old Brown's house.

At a speed of more than seventy miles, it was not long before Yorkes was at the place where he had just met Old Brown the previous morning, and where he was being teased by the boys.

Of course, this is not where old Brown lives, but the scene here makes his eyebrows furrow slightly.

On the big night, the place where old Brown came out that day had been surrounded by a conspicuous separation belt, which was crowded with several police cars and ambulances, and the red light had been flashing in the inner lane.

"What's going on?"

Yorks suddenly remembered old Brown, his brows and eyes became tighter and tighter, and he simply drove directly to the separation zone.

In front of the barrier was a group of officers standing behind a police car.

"Officer Dean, what's going on?"

Looking at the pot-bellied, vigilant-looking American police officers, Yorkes picked one of the officers he knew and asked, he remembered the officer's name because his wife had brought him to church.

Hearing the voice, one of the several police officers named Dean Baker looked at the pickup truck that suddenly stopped slowly in front of him, and wanted to drive away, but when he saw the people inside, he looked at his colleagues, and finally pulled open the barrier and came over, and put one hand on the car window.

"Father York, why are you here?"

Yorks said calmly, "Find an old friend who lives in this neighborhood." ”

Hearing this, Officer Baker glanced at his colleagues who were talking behind him again and whispered.

"Father, be careful when you pass by here in the future, no, it's better not to come."