It was only now that he finally understood that 65 points did not refer to trouble, but to a real threat.

But the difficulty of the 65-point reward is within the range he can accept.

Therefore, York's statement that one person is enough is not a casual remark, but a little bit of confidence.

In fact, the most important thing is that he is sure that he can save his life with these 65 points.

I really can't beat it, but I can still run.

But what he didn't know was that it made Father Marty even more silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

So much so that he had already walked out of the Cathedral of the Holy Ascension and sat in the car to go to the Yellow Bridge Church he was in charge of, still silent.

It wasn't until halfway through the car that he said, "Do you need any more help?" Yorks. ”

York glanced at him, he was actually waiting for this sentence, he could have spoken, but the other party's face was really a little sluggish, and the street lamp outside shone on the other party's face, and he really couldn't open his mouth to break it.

"I need more guns."

York looked at Father Marty, who was stunned for a moment, and continued: "The more Calico M960s with a magazine capacity of 100 rounds, the better." ”

This time he made a mistake in judgment, and he carried a holy bullet with a caliber of only 9mm.

And this Calico M960 is exactly what it takes to use bullets of this caliber.

Yorkes said, the information about the gun already flashing through his mind.

Calico M960, a 100-round double-helix submachine gun that fires 9X19mm pistol rounds.

"100 rounds of Calico M960?" Father Marty frowned, it was a strange word to him, he was just a priest, he didn't know what this thing was.

"This is the name of a submachine gun, you can find it for me with the help of Thai officials, if not, the Belgian FNP90 submachine gun."

Seeing that Father Marty was already a little dumbfounded, York added another sentence and took a step back.

"If you haven't already, then the pistol Beretta 92 with a magazine capacity of 15+1 rounds."

At his point, because of the additional damage of the enchantment and the increased critical hits of the enchantment, he can already ignore the power of the firearm, and then pursue the amount of bullet capacity.

Father Marty carefully noted the names of the guns, and took a deep look at York, who was sitting next to him, but still had a heavy sense of oppression.

Only now, he suddenly understood what Bishop Richard in the cathedral meant.

This guy is really out of place, as he thought, how can a priest specialize in these things, and even if there is, it is pitiful, poor he doesn't even know what these guns look like.

"Thailand is one of the countries in Southeast Asia where you can legally own firearms," Yorks soothed Father Marty's expression when he saw a slight change in his expression.

"At its size, these guns should have them."

"Hmm." Fr. Marty resigned: "I'll ask." ”

York nodded, took out his phone and glanced at the time [8:01]:

"There are still four hours, so don't be so anxious."

Father Marty's eyes showed helplessness, but there was also a little deep envy, envy of the other party's composure and indifference, as if the sky had fallen and the ground had fallen, and he could still handle it calmly without changing his face.

"If there is, it won't be delayed for long."

Yorkes nodded, because of the real-time stereogram in his mind, he saw the structure of the church more than twenty meters away, and said calmly for the Lord.

"Here we are."

As the car shifted, the Yellow Bridge Church, where Emilia and Saxon had visited, appeared.

［8：46］

Yorkie was silently sorting out his equipment in the church.

The heavy knight's sword was already worn at his waist.

In terms of mana, the stats of spirit have not yet reached the point where they can be squandered, and as his constitution increases, his fighting style has become more skewed towards more low-effort melee combat.

Of course, this will not get to this point until the ammunition is exhausted.

At the moment, the bottom of his box is the supernatural strength of melee combat.

The Holy Grenade began to fill the cartridge belt he brought, and then hung it on his body, making the space in his backpack even larger.

The two sacred time bombs are unusually conspicuous.

"The double buffs attached to ten kilograms are all 100 points, which is the equivalent of one ton of TNT." York exhaled lightly.

"I hope I won't use it."

Thirty grenades were loaded into the belts, and York already had three belts on him.

"Next is ......"

York's gaze stopped at the Belgian FNP90 submachine guns and Calico M960s piled up next to him.

It is said that some were also stolen from those shooting shops.

"There are only three hours left......

York's eyes narrowed, staring at the piles of 9mm bullets in his backpack, his right hand in his hand.

Invisible ripples appear out of thin air in the void.

Under the control of his will, the telekinesis spread throughout the field, and bullets floated in the air one after another, forming a dense wall.

And through the real-time stereogram in his mind, Yorkes didn't even look at it, and then used his mental strength to grab a bunch of submachine guns next to him.

At this moment, while the submachine gun floated, the magazine in it automatically fell off.

At this moment, the floating bullets automatically filled into the magazine one after another.

For a moment, the silent church, the sound of clattering rose and fell.

…………………

"The end."

Yorkes pinned the only pistol on the table, Beretta 92, to the holster at his waist.

The submachine gun floating in front of you automatically loads into the backpack next to it.

One handful after another, a total of twenty handfuls were all packed into the backpack, a whole two backpacks.

"In the end, I can't do without a backpack."

York shook his head, and continued to manipulate the zipper with his telekinesis, allowing it to close automatically.

"It would be nice to have space to plug in like other traversers, and it would save a lot of hands and feet."

Thinking of what he had seen in his previous life, Yorkes let out a rare sigh of emotion, picked up the backpack with the holy bomb in his left hand, and pulled the remaining two backpacks together with his right hand and lifted them together, looking forward.

In the real-time stereogram of his mind, someone was walking in.

When the diorama walked into the church, York's vision also showed the figure of Father Marty.

"It's over?"

Father Marty, who rushed over, was still shocked when he saw the heavily armed Yorks, and as a priest, he was still shocked.

In the candlelit church, a burly and majestic priest combined with the equipment on his body inexplicably exuded a heavy pressure that held his breath, and even Father Marty inexplicably smelled a smell of war smoke.

"Hmm."

Unimpressed, York walked slowly forward with his backpack in his hand, all the way past Father Marty, who had stayed where he was.

"Let's go, I'm going to get some gifts to greet them while there's still some time."

With that, York walked out of the Yellow Bridge Church.

Father Marty blinked, woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly followed.

Somehow, he was really convinced, and began to admit the gap between the two sides.

Thank you, your comments have been read silently.

Don't say much, otherwise it will affect the reading, I will write, you see, even if I abandon the book halfway, I understand.

There is a good saying, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and when he sees each other in the rivers and lakes, he will be a glass of wine.

(End of chapter)