"It's already 22 o'clock, what's the name of that live broadcast account? This time should be the time for the live broadcast......"

While the cleaners were still cleaning up, York took advantage of his free time to start working on unfinished business.

It's nothing, just confirm the exorcism live.

Returning to the church was meant to deal with the matter first, but the ensuing gunfight interrupted his rhythm.

Yorks familiarly clicked on the live broadcast station and searched for the exorcism live broadcast room number.

The shootout that happened just now is at most a trivial thing and a seasoning that is not worth mentioning in life.

Supernatural events are what he really values.

No matter how you watch that exorcism live broadcast, I think there will be big problems in the future.

Especially when he knew that "Satan" was looking for him, he always thought about this exorcism live broadcast from time to time.

It's a feeling of whim, and Yorkers generally take it seriously.

For people like him, whims are never ethereal feelings or mere physiological reactions that can be explained.

Recalling the numbers, York quickly found the exorcism live room.

What made him happy was that the live broadcast room was already under ban.

"Well done."

For the mysterious office in the church, Yorkes rarely praised it in his heart.

I'm afraid those in the church also feel the risk.

At this time, the cleaning work seemed to be at an end, and those big men had already walked out with all kinds of cleaning tools.

"Father York, all the cleaning has been done." Charlie, an old man who had been far away, appeared in front of him, holding his black bucket hat on his chest.

"Would you like to check it out first?"

Yorkes put away his phone, glanced at the big men who were getting into the car one after another, and nodded.

"Okay."

It must be checked, the 500,000 cannot be spent in vain, but as soon as he entered, York realized the gold content of the word "professional" even more.

How to call it professional, this is professional.

Under the sweepers and tidying up, the door was restored to its original state, and even the corpses and blood in the hall of the main building, including some unspeakable fragments, bullet casings, firearms, and even wooden fragments of the row of stools, had disappeared without a trace.

Importantly, they also restored the messy benches to their original positions, so that if they removed the half-rotten ones, there would be no gunfight.

After looking at such a circle, York's illusion for the first time that the 500,000 was worth the money, or even a million could be spent.

Thinking of the ten big men with calm faces and unusually sharp movements, Yorks silently gave a five-star index in his heart.

"Your cleaner is good, Charlie."

Old man Charlie rarely smiled, "It's good that you can be satisfied,"

As he spoke, the old man Charlie secretly glanced at the priest who asked him to change his original impression, and then said cautiously.

"So, let's go back first? Father. ”

Hearing this, York withdrew his gaze from the inspection,

"Well, I'll send you off."

The premises were again moved outside.

Old man Charlie sat in the passenger seat facing him, still holding a fisherman's hat on his chest, and bowing his head in respect.

"Good night, Father York."

"Good night, Charlie."

YORKS NODDED, WATCHING THE TWO CLEANING VANS LEAVE, BEFORE TURNING AROUND AND ENTERING THE CHURCH WITH HIS SHAK-12 IN HIS HAND, READY TO PRAY BEFORE HEADING BACK.

Only in this way can today be regarded as a beginning and an end, and he can close the door and go back to rest with peace of mind.

Put SHAK-12 back in your hand, turn off the dazzling ceiling light, and light a white candle that is about to burn to the end to add to the atmosphere.

Glancing at the statue of Jesus, who seemed to be listening quietly, and then at the candlelit hall, he sat on the front row of stools and prayed with his fists folded.

Nothing else, at most, just to tell today's events, but after talking about it in a few words, he still didn't hear the reward tone, and York felt a little regretful in his heart.

Sometimes, praying every morning and evening can actually trigger some random rewards, but tonight there is a good chance that there will be none.

Looking at the statue of Jesus, which had always been so upside down, York exhaled lightly and prepared to get up and go home.

But somehow, tonight was a bit much, and there was another heavy footstep in his ears.

Yorks subconsciously stopped his movements and looked at the door.

"John Johan?"

Everyone has their own walking habits, and by extension, the sound of footsteps made by each person is naturally different.

And this kind of heavy and strange light footsteps is the footsteps that only Johan, a killing god, can walk out of.

Sure enough, a man who looked a little bulky appeared in the doorway.

Dressed in a black suit, with flowing black hair, a scruffy beard on the side of his mouth, a rough but clear outline on his face, revealing a firm and calm temperament, his eyes are deep and focused,

This isn't Johan Wick, the killer who gave my dog's life, who else.

I saw that his eyes were calm and he nodded.

"Father York."

York's smile was rare when he saw the familiar image from his previous life, and he glanced at his abdomen, and with the sound of footsteps and the heavy smell of gunsmoke, he could sense that Johan might be a little injured.

“John！ How are you doing? ”

"Hmm."

Johan Wick nodded, continued his heavy steps, walked to the row of stools next to York, sat down, and made a cross against the statue of Jesus.

"Father, I'm sorry for what happened here, I've already paid for the cleaning."

York's smile was still there, and he didn't intend to investigate why the other party knew about it so quickly,

After all, the information in the killer world is all circulated to each other, and it is not only the Grizzly Bears who are tracking down Johan, but Johan may also be tracking down the Grizzly Bears.

It is not difficult to imagine that it is most likely that the old man Charlie told Johan.

"How much did you pay?"

"500,000."

"Well, that's really the price you said."

"I'll compensate for all the damage in the church," Johan Wick continued.

"And the entire Grizzly Bears."

is completely in line with the impression that this parallel world of Johan Wick belongs to the style of one board and one eye, one report and one report,

Yorkes smiled, and didn't pretentiously refuse, even though the Grizzly Bears were just a little ant that could be crushed to death by his hand.

"John, do you need my help?"

Johan Wick shook his head, his tone still calm, "Father, if you can, wait for my good news." ”

Hearing this, Yorks combined with the film and television of his previous life, and only felt that this seemingly bulky killing god might really want to kill directly tonight......

"John," Yorks asked again, gesturing his abdomen.

"Are you sure it's really okay?"

"Hmm."

Johan Wick nodded, stood up suddenly, and said earnestly to the priest in front of him.

"Father York, goodbye."