A scavenger, as the name suggests, is a type of profession that refers to a cleaner in a city who is responsible for cleaning, collecting garbage, and delivering it to a designated collection point.

But in the corners where there is no light, there are also a group of people who call themselves scavengers.

And this group of shady scavengers is responsible for some kind of alternative clean-up work, and will even be responsible for erasing all traces of the crime scene, covering up evidence, and removing obstacles for the killer.

It is often possible to collect a significant amount of money from the killer or the bounty.

Remembering the phone number introduced by Johan, the god of killing, and the scavenger, who had an unusually low sense of existence, York took out his phone and dialed a call.

"Hey, hello, this is the Old Boy Cleaning Company, do you need to clean up anything?"

Yorks subconsciously glanced at the dirt on the door, he had not mixed with the killer world of this world, and he didn't know what to say, whether to directly explain the corpse, or use other words instead.

After thinking about it seriously, York said calmly.

"Animal organs and some humanoid flesh, uh, and rotten tomatoes, um, a lot of ketchup......"

"Huh?"

It was clear that York's words had stunned the receptionists at the old boy's cleaning company.

York's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared in his heart, doubting the professionalism of the cleaning company.

Fortunately, the other party obviously reacted instantly, "Okay, sir, may I ask what is your address?" ”

York's eyebrows stretched, and he said his address plus a definite name,

“…… Pluto Church ......"

"Pruto Church? Ok sir, the cleaner will be over shortly, please wait a moment, thanks for the call. ”

Hearing this, York hung up the phone directly, feeling a lot better, but when he thought of the furniture inside, he couldn't help but rub his face.

"Alas, tomorrow we have to close the door and go out to buy a wave."

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears, which was more chaotic than before, vigilant and anxious.

York's heart moved, and instead of picking up the SHAK-12 next to him, he looked at the door more than ten meters away.

Seven or eight seconds later, the first exclamation sounded.

"Oh my God! What's going on? ”

“……”

A group of people with guns appeared at the door, some old, some middle-aged, and some young people, all holding their own exclusive tones, shotguns, shotguns, etc., they saw the blood and some dirt flowing outside, and rushed into the door with anxious faces.

"Father York is going to be fine, is he?"

“……”

As soon as the words of concern fell, they suddenly saw a tall priest in a priest's robe sitting on the steps, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Father York?" They were all stupid, and every face was a look of bewilderment.

"Well, good evening, everybody."

Looking at these people in pajamas, watching them wait for battle, and the anxious faces on their faces, York's heart swelled with a trace of warmth.

These people are basically residents near the church, even if you don't use the thinking of the previous life, just now, when he is a priest, he can ask the residents of America to come and help with guns, it is really not in vain.

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly put away the gun, as if in front of the priest, the gun was the original sin.

"Father York, are you alright?"

The leader was an old man, with the temperament of an old cowboy, and he didn't even ask about the inhuman-shaped corpse on the ground, but asked about York's situation first.

Yorkes shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Woodlaw, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." ”

As he spoke, York swept around, looked at everyone in front of him one by one, and said seriously again.

"Thank you so much for coming, the church of Pluto will always remember this night, for the sake of which a group of brave men dared to meet and face the danger......"

This is an exaggeration but also a good sound, and the people who already have faith look at each other, and their eyes are full of sparkle and glory, as if they have really defended something important.

The old man, Woodlow, clenched the grip of his shotgun, coughed dryly, and gestured to the dirt and corpses in the doorway, not caring at all.

"Father, the ...... Do you need our help? ”

York continued to shake his head and said mildly,

"I've called the cleaning company."

Because of American characteristics, everyone understands in seconds, and the old cowboy Woodrow raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Okay, so let's go back?"

"Hmm." York smiled and made a cross on his chest.

"Good night, everyone, the Lord is with you, Amen."

Everyone hurriedly returned the salute,

"Good night, Father."

“……”

Seeing Mr. Woodlow's group leave, Yorks was a little moved when he recalled what had just happened.

In short, he understood it and remembered it.

However, it was not just Mr. Woodlaw's group that the dazzling light and honking of the police car appeared one after another after they had just left.

York's eyes narrowed, looking at the red and blue light in the distance, and he didn't panic.

This is the norm in the United States, and no matter what happens, the people of the United States call 911 first after ensuring their lives.

Like Mr. Woodlow, they rushed over with guns, but in fact, they were very few and unusual, of course, this also showed that he was quite competent as a priest.

"Remember, Lord, my hard work!"

Yorks muttered in his heart and walked towards the door, and as soon as he reached the door, three police cars had been parked on the opposite side of the street, and a group of officers rushed out of the cars with vigilant faces.

Body armor, a pistol in hand, and even two officers holding two rifles to accompany them, this is almost an ordinary police officer's fully armed equipment.

It's just that to York's surprise, it turned out to be two acquaintances, Baker and Jeffrey......

"Be on the lookout! Stay safe! ”

Jeffrey, the leader, waved his hand and took the lead in rushing towards the church.

Jeffrey's face was extremely solemn, but he didn't think that the priest would be in trouble, a person who could deal with demons would only be a dimensionality reduction blow to ordinary people.

He was sober.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the priest in his robes was already standing by the door of the church waiting for them.

"Stop!"

Jeffrey immediately stopped the rhythm.

The officers behind him looked at each other, exchanged glances at the priest on the other side, and all stopped sensibly.

"Baker."

Jeffrey motioned to Baker to take charge of the place.

Baker understood, and nodded.

Seeing this, Jeffrey put away Glock 19 and strode towards the priest standing by the church door......

"Officer Jeffrey?"

After looking at the whole process, looking at Jeffrey who walked to him, York smiled indifferently.

"Why are you here?"

In Jeffrey's case, the area he was responsible for should be in the heart of New York, not the suburbs.

Glancing at the blood and flesh by the door, even the corpse that wasn't humanoid, Jeffrey said another topic without asking why.

"Well...... Father York, I took over the job of Sergeant Boris. ”