Next.

York woke up from his huge bed, refreshed.

I deliberately glanced at the time.

［8：23］

Subconsciously thinking of the large and small three-dimensional figure in the morning, Yorks knew that Erin had taken Lise Murray to church, but he didn't know how many points to set off.

"Probably I'm preparing breakfast." Sitting on the edge of the bed, York reached for his phone from the table next to him, and with a few finger swipes he went straight to the group chat at Pluto Church.

Keeping up with the times today.

Those believers had already set up group chat after group chat.

After reading it a few times, from the dialogue sentence after sentence, because of the long-lost breakfast event, York could feel the excitement of the believers, and all of them shouted to participate, even Ms. Camille, who had not been bubbling, rarely made such a sentence.

But seeing the portrait of Lady Camille's little Bellamy, York rubbed his face and got up.

He had a headache because he knew from Irene that little Bellamy had been crying when she had come to church yesterday and had not found him.

"What else can I do, coax!"

York took a shower and appeared in the basement in front of him.

His way of coaxing children is to take the models he bought earlier and did not use, and give the doll toys to the sensible little Bellamy.

Before leaving, Yorks subconsciously glanced at the real dollhouse.

The puppet model inside vividly represents a hierarchical system of rivers and lakes.

Barbie, who dominates the dollhouse, has the most comfortable room.

There are also left and right goalkeepers standing at the door.

And the rest of the puppet models, such as the priest, Ultraman are constantly bullying the local evil spirit of the ghost head......

"You guys really know how to play."

Looking at the original Annabelle doll, now Barbie, who got up from the bed and performed a princess salute to him, Yorks pulled the corners of his mouth, lifted the bag that had been packed, and strode out of the basement.

The Ford Raptor is back on its feet.

But the feeling of driving is not very good, after all, since the violent driving last night, the tires of this car have reached the point of changing.

York slapped the steering wheel.

"Man, bear with me, I'll take you to transform it today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yorks slammed on the accelerator, and the Ford Raptor groaned and rushed out of front with a fierce groan.

It didn't take long for the Pluto Church, which was already close enough to walk through, came into view.

"What's the situation?"

Yorks subconsciously let go of the gas pedal and stared at the Pluto Church, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Although I had been mentally prepared for a long time, I did not expect that so many believers would come to the breakfast event.

Simply from the real-time stereogram in his mind, the full of humanoid stereograms, he could feel that the huge church was already full of people, the front yard or the church.

"There are so many believers in the Pluto church??"

Yorkes slowly put a question mark in his mind, expressing his suspicions, he did believe in Erin, but he really didn't expect her to make such a big scene.

So, Yorks turned the steering wheel in a different direction, went straight to the city, and ran away gorgeously.

For him, this kind of big scene actually means trouble.

Yorkers could have imagined what it would be like for him to enter the church.

He must not be able to run away from this responsibility, nor can he run away from taking the lead in reciting the Bible, and even he has to pretend to be solemn and compassionate, because this is in line with the ordinary impression that ordinary people have of priests.

Although these believers already know what kind of priest he is, there is no need to pretend too much.

"But it's still very troublesome, let's get you guys in the whole formation first."

York patted the steering wheel again, gave himself an excuse to run away, and called Ward Martin to get the address of the modified car.

It wasn't long before the Ford Raptor, already on the verge of its limit, drove into the city and into a seemingly unremarkable building.

It was full of cars that were being modified, and around the cars were workers with explosive upper body muscles.

With dark skin and a fierce face, he is not a good person at first glance.

When the Ford Raptor drove past these men, the brawny men would stop what they were doing and look at him.

If it were an ordinary person who had been subjected to these stares, he might have hesitated and frightened, but York's face was calm, and he continued to drive inside, and finally stopped in a random clearing.

In front of the open space is a room for a converted house.

Yorks glanced at the figure walking in the window, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, Walter Martin, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out of the small room inside, dressed in a neat suit that was diametrically opposed to the staff here.

This guy loves cleanliness as always, and I saw him say respectfully.

"Father York."

"Ward, ask your people to give me a few modification plans." Yorks patted the Ford Raptor beside him and said indifferently.

"I want the toughest defenses, the ones that can withstand violent driving."

Ward Martin nodded, and immediately waved his hand, and the staff who was constantly modifying the car next to him stopped their work and walked towards this side.

Seeing this, Walter Martin smiled and stretched out his hand to guide: "Father York, why don't we go and wait in the back?" ”

"Okay."

Glancing at the approaching staff, York put the keys on the front of the car and walked forward, following Walter Martin into the tuning house.

This time, there is no cave, there is everything, TV, sofa, refrigerator and so on.

But Ward Martin opened another door from the inside and continued to stretch out his hand to guide him.

York followed and walked in, and the stairs stretched underground.

"Father York, this is the clothing store that connects me."

Perhaps it was seeing the way he looked observantly, Ward Martin explained in a gentle voice.

Yorks looked at the steps with the marks of the building, smiled indifferently, and followed him down.

Until it stopped on the flat ground, it was the appearance of an authentic tunnel with lights hanging around it.

Through the three-dimensional map generated in his mind, Yorks could see tunnel after tunnel after tunnel that he didn't know where to go.

This gave him a look of interest in his eyes.

This is the strength of the high table in the fast pursuit?

I have to say that Ward Martin or the organization behind him is the high table is really a bit of a doorway, and even this kind of tunnel can be opened hard, but it is natural to think that the other party can even sell heavy arms.

After all, heavy weapons are still different from light weapons in the final analysis, and they can't play without some strength.

"You've got a lot of business, Walder." York retracted his gaze and said indifferently.

"You can even make this kind of tunnel."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ward Martin smiled nonchalantly and continued to lead the way.

He didn't go far when he came to an elevator again, and Walter Martin pressed the button next to him and continued to stretch out his hand to guide him.

"Come in, Father York."

York walked in calmly, watched as Walter Martin followed, and pressed the key next to him.

The elevator doors closed and shook for a moment, but after a few seconds they opened, and the view suddenly opened up.

He went back to the white weapons depot he had been selling.

(End of chapter)