Acceptance is acceptance though.

But with the almost thirty-point mission reward and the mission requirements, York knew he might be dealing with more than just one demon.

"What the hell is it that makes this kind of statement, the demon of the whole building?"

York's eyes narrowed, and under the gaze that Erin had been watching, he continued to swipe the screen of his phone, directly to Officer Jeffrey, who was docking him.

The only thing he could think of was that the entire building was inhabited or controlled by demons, like the nuns of Santa Cata Monastery.

……………

"Dude, you're really not leaving?"

After a long absence, the pot-bellied Officer Baker stopped and tilted his head to look at Jeffrey, who was sitting in the office on his right, and sighed as he looked at his frowning and checking the papers.

"It's eleven o'clock."

There was a recent murder, but they were busy, but they couldn't trace any useful clues, from here it can be defined as the deceased committed suicide, but Jeffrey just didn't want to give up.

Hearing the voice, an emaciated Jeffrey looked up from the investigation materials.

Baker, including his colleagues who had stayed behind to work overtime, were gathering at the door to watch him.

Jeffrey shifted his gaze and subconsciously glanced at the clock on his desk.

［22：23］

"Is this already the point?" Jeffrey then looked at Baker and his colleagues who were waiting for him by the door.

"Ready, right away, you go back first, don't wait for me."

Jeffrey continued to look down, looking at the scene materials in his hand and comparing them with the photos one by one.

The corners of Baker's mouth twitched, and several colleagues with tired faces glanced at each other, all showing a hint of helplessness.

"Okay, don't be too late, this hotel murder still needs you to suppress the formation."

Hearing Baker's words, Jeffrey didn't even raise his head, "I know in my heart that I won't wear my body out." ”

Baker shook his head, ready to leave work with his colleagues who were working overtime.

"Let's go, leave this guy alone."

At this moment, the phone rang, and they all subconsciously stopped and looked over.

"Huh?"

Jeffrey frowned at the vibrating phone on the desktop, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw the caller on the screen.

"Father York?"

Jeffrey picked up his phone as soon as he could.

Based on his analysis of Father York, Father York would not have made this call if there had been no matter.

"Priest?"

Meanwhile.

Following the communication signal, Jeffrey's voice rang out in the rain on the way to Woodside.

Listening to this sound, which seemed to be something he hadn't heard for a long time, York said indifferently.

"Officer Jeffrey, I need a favor."

Jeffrey's face turned serious, this must be another supernatural incident.

"Say, Father York."

Remembering all the speculations that could be correlated, Yorks said calmly.

"Tell your boss to lock down the Reid apartment complex on Woodside 10th Avenue and no one will be allowed to enter or leave."

With that, York hung up, which was enough for Jeffrey to understand the seriousness of the matter.

In fact, when the call ended, Jeffrey looked at Baker and the rest of his colleagues who had not left the door, and grabbed the suit that was placed on the chair with one hand.

"There is a situation! Everybody follow me! ”

After doing this, York put the phone back in his arms, looked at the front row, and said indifferently.

"How much longer?"

The driver took control of the steering wheel and made a smooth turn with superb driving skills.

"One minute and twenty seconds left, Father York." The driver's voice was very calm.

"Hmm."

Yorkes replied indifferently and began to sort out the equipment he still had left.

Only 14 rounds of 40×51mm grenades remained of the MK17 revolver.

The rest, such as the unused Ryan Bauer and 60 rounds of .50 caliber ammunition.

There are also 15 Holy Grenades that have not been used up.

That's enough on its own.

Thinking of this, York felt that the speed of the car had slowed down, and looked through the window to see an apartment building bathed in rainwater.

"Father York, we've arrived." As soon as the driver's voice fell, the car stopped at the intersection.

"The building up front should be your target."

Retracting his gaze, York twisted the handle and glanced at Irene.

"Brother Kenny, protect my deacon nun."

Erin pursed her lips, and from the meaning of this sentence, she already knew her duty, which was to stay good.

Brother Kenny, who was in charge of driving, was also a burly man, and he looked up at the middle car rearview mirror and said seriously.

"I will, Father York."

But with that, he looked at the priest who was about to get out of the car in the sight glass, and continued.

"Father York, do you want to ask for help?"

"No, wait for you to connect with the official people, and tell them that no one is allowed to enter this building until I come out."

Leaving this sentence, York opened the door and got straight out of the car.

Coincidentally, when he got out of the car, the rain, which had been pouring down, gradually became smaller.

York looked up and saw a forty-story apartment building without any lights.

The Reed apartment complex is located right at the intersection of the roads on both sides, and it does look a little old.

It is also because of the long history that the neighborhood where it is located is also old, and even due to the heavy rain, it is empty, and there is a kind of depression that spreads invisibly.

The scattered lights of the surrounding buildings were all over it, as if nothing had happened.

Remembering the requirements of the mission, Yorkes walked towards the back of the car, opened the trunk, untied all the backpacks inside, and picked up the exorcism tools that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Runner grenade gun, revolver, holy grenade, bluetooth speaker......

York's movements were fast, and for a moment he was full of ammunition belts, carrying a small bag with several Bluetooth speakers, carrying a revolver, and walking slowly towards the Reed apartment building in front of him, riding the night.

His back grew unusually tall in the eyes of Brother Kenny and Erin in the car, until he disappeared into the unseen darkness.

Brother Kenny subconsciously glanced at the trainee nun who was obediently sitting in the back seat, and then looked at the rearview mirror next to her.

Police cars with red and blue lights appeared in the rearview mirror.

"You sit here first," Brother Kenny said, then looking at Erin.

"I'll go over and talk to them."

"Okay." Erin nodded.

Brother Kenny suddenly got out of the car, out of Erin's line of sight, and walked towards the police car that had stopped.

Erin exhaled lightly, looked at the apartment building in front of her, which seemed to be in darkness, and closed her eyes and clenched her fists in prayer for her priest.

"Lord, bless Father York."

However, Yorks was destined not to hear this, and he had already walked to the main entrance of the apartment building.

Yorks glanced up and seemed to hear movement from above, and kicked at the closed front door.

Bang.

The main entrance was kicked open directly.

York's face was expressionless, and he took out his mobile phone from his small bag to find the software connected to Bluetooth and pressed the play button, and walked in.

［…… ］

［…… ］

Prayer after prayer recitation rang out from York's pouch, attracting demons like the light of a moth's fire......

(End of chapter)