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Chapter 194 - Chapter 194: Speed Type

"Understood, Father."

John Wick loaded a classic SCAR series automatic rifle and a frequently used Viper pistol into his backpack, zipped it up, and picked it up.

"I'll do my job well."

Father York smiled, removed the cross from his chest, and handed it over to the ever-calm John Wick with a smile.

"Welcome to the Pluto Church, John."

"Thank you."

......

When Father York was the only one in the Pluto Church, he could handle things any way he wanted. But as the church started to employ more diligent staff like Robert, and with Irene joining, he naturally had to be more attentive.

To prevent any accidents.

In the ordinary world, the strength of a god of killing like John Wick is undoubtedly top-notch.

Rich combat experience and skills.

Shooting precision.

This could avoid some so-called interferences, like gang issues or other problems.

After all, some people don't learn their lesson, just like the already cleared Grizzly Gang.

As for demons and ghosts, it's still up to him. How could he let others take his precious missions, or rather, his monsters...

Thinking this, Father York glanced at John Wick, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and slowly pressed the accelerator towards their destination.

Where are the places most likely to trigger the faith of believers? The answer is poor neighborhoods and the lower class.

As to why, those who know, know. Despite this, both parties gain benefits.

The lower class finds psychological support and faith when their real needs aren't met, and the church, after completing its mission of spreading the word, finds devout believers.

So, on the way there, Father York began to notice the drastic changes in public security around them.

From good to bad, a complete transformation.

Just from passing ordinary streets, there were several ongoing brawls.

Even bold dupein trades were visible.

Because of this, many homeless du addicts appeared at some trade locations.

Just over this short distance, Father York saw some people suffering from drug effects, rolling on the ground in agony,

And some walking like zombies, waiting for some trigger to start their frenzied biting.

Then, in a quiet neighborhood, they saw members of a gang, gathered together, intimidating, scrutinizing his car and passersby with malicious eyes...

"John, what are your thoughts?"

As they neared their destination, Father York asked calmly.

John Wick calmly replied, "I understand why you need me to protect the people in the church."

Father York sighed, "I have no choice. Our deacon and nun are too committed to their work, and you'll probably have to run around with them."

John Wick maintained his calm demeanor, seriously saying, "Father, I'm mentally prepared."

Hearing this, Father York glanced over and found the same calm face and steady heartbeat.

Truly a top killer in his field. His mental strength was far superior to ordinary people. Throughout the journey, this god of killing had been calm, even now, as he was about to experience a different world.

Fighting and killing indeed toughen a person.

Father York felt a wave of nostalgia.

He was very naive when he first arrived. Having his current calm and laid-back attitude was the result of a path paved with battles and killings.

"Actually..."

Looking away, Father York spoke indifferently, "Overall, it's still a matter of choice."

John Wick, as usual, replied with affirmation: "Hmm."

Father York no longer spoke on the topic, just looked ahead at the crowd in the distance.

"We're here." ...…

"Are you sure that father can handle this monster?"

Reston, who had calmed down, with swollen eyes, seemed more spirited than before after his emotional release.

"Yes," Irene confidently replied, having immense faith in her father after all they had been through.

After responding, her phone vibrated. Seeing the caller ID, Irene answered immediately.

"Father York?"

"Look to your right."

Following Father York's instruction, Irene looked to the right and saw a striking muscle car parked there.

"Do you see it?"

"Yes, I do."

At that moment, Father York, watching Irene and the man next to her from his car window, said with a smile.

"To save time, I won't get out. So, please bring the victim here."

After saying this and seeing Irene start walking, he hung up the phone.

At the same time.

"Sister, where are you going?" asked Reston.

"The father is in that car." Irene replied calmly, leading the way:

"Please follow me."

Reston instinctively looked in the direction she pointed and noticed the beast-like car parked on the street.

"Is that the father's car?"

Reston followed her, feeling like a kite being led by the nun.

Only when he sat in the car did he realize the gravity of the situation.

Because there were two men in the front seats.

A priest in robes and another man who also seemed to be a clergyman.

The robust man had an aura that made him uneasy.

But what surprised him more was the priest next to him, who looked completely different from any priest he had imagined, even more muscular and imposing than the man next to him.

"Is this really a priest?"

Reston hesitated, but when he caught the priest's gaze, he shrank back in fear.

"Irene, where's that drawing you mentioned? Show it to me."

Father York glanced at the disheveled and dispirited Reston and calmly asked Irene, who was observing John Wick.

"Yes, Father."

As the father spoke, Irene ceased her observation and handed over the sketch she had been holding.

Father York took it, settled back in his seat, and began to unfold the drawing.

As the folded paper opened, just as Irene had said, it revealed a spider-like monster.

"Slender, limbs resembling spider legs, a fierce face... what kind of monster is this? Speed type?"

Father York's eyes narrowed slightly.

In his memory, including the films he had seen in his previous life, such spider-like creatures were mostly speed types.

With this concept in mind, Father York put away the drawing, looked up at the rearview mirror, and focused on the cowering Reston.

"Hello, could you continue telling me about what happened?"

Reston instinctively looked at Irene beside him.

Irene nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Reston said, "Okay!"

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