In the evening, what would a house be like if the lights were off?
The current situation answered that question.
With the candles extinguished in an instant.
Apart from York and John Wick, who had already put on military night vision goggles, everyone else, including Eileen, was in a semi-blurry state.
Meaning they could see the shape of objects within a meter but beyond that, everything was a blur.
For a moment, the entire space and inside of the house were filled only with heavy breathing.
Only York seemed to have a god-like perspective of the audience, his gaze piercing through obstructions, fixed on the monster that began to move slowly due to the candles' extinguishing.
Its crawling posture was no different from a spider's.
Just as the name implies, a creature that only moves in darkness, a dark monster?
He chose to face this monster in the dark precisely for this reason.
"Otherwise, with the lights on, I really feared you might escape." A hint of unseen coldness flashed in York's eyes as he spoke:
"Just follow me."
Saying this, York walked forward.
As he moved, the already tense group hastily followed, leaving only the sound of footsteps in the silent space...
Reston's house was built on an elevated foundation, so the first floor they were walking on actually had a significant gap from the ground.
In York's real-time 3D map, the monster was fast. In the seconds after the candles went out, it had crawled under the floor, like an oversized spider slowly moving under the wooden boards of the first floor.
York finally stopped in the hallway leading from the living room to the rooms.
To the right of the hallway in front were two rooms, while the left side was the exterior wall.
The people behind were all silent, only John Wick spoke up.
"Father?"
York slowly picked up Ryan's Bow, speaking indifferently.
"Ten meters ahead under the floor, John."
John Wick's eyes sharpened, instantly understanding the meaning of these words. The next moment, he raised his SCAR rifle, aiming at the floor ten meters ahead.
Everything was driven by instinct, no need to measure the distance, just pulling the trigger directly.
In an instant, the loud gunfire startled everyone behind.
Flashes of light erupted from the muzzle of the rifle.
Dada dada!
Bullets poured onto the wooden floor ten meters ahead as if costless.
"Pity, this double buff can only be used by me, otherwise Pluto Church would have one more warrior..."
In York's regretful gaze, the bullets instantly shattered the wooden floor, creating a mess of splinters, continuing towards the monster underneath.
The monster, which had been lurking under the floor, seemed completely unaware that humans would discover it.
Sensing danger, just as it tried to evade, 7.62x51mm NATO bullets had already harshly hit it.
Twenty rounds, the gunfire relentless.
However, what made York frown was the sound of ordinary bullets hitting the monster, similar to bullets striking steel.
Like iron clashing! A clang.
Sparks filled the dark corridor, reminiscent of iron flowers he had seen in his previous life, with red dots erupting at ten meters.
"Such high defense." York's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the monster suppressed by the sudden firepower, muttering.
"It makes sense that the mission reward reaches four points."
John Wick, as if knowing what York was thinking, frowned under the night vision goggles.
"What is this thing?"
Twenty bullets were fired in an instant.
Seeing no effect, John Wick, displaying top-tier assassin qualities, flicked the gun forward with his right hand before the last bullet was fired, ejecting the magazine below, while his left hand drew a new magazine from his chest and inserted it.
The whole process was smooth and visually pleasing.
Unfortunately, the monster's speed was faster than his reloading, leaping onto the ceiling like a true spider, its slender limbs clinging tightly, its head looking down at them.
Its already ferocious face, with tiny eyes, flat nose, and a mouth resembling a shark's full of fangs, became even more menacing.
"Hiss!!!"
With this angry hiss, the monster's swift jumping figure followed.
In the dark corridor, the figure jumping from the walls to the ceiling was already very blurred, leaving behind afterimages.
All this happened as John Wick just finished reloading.
John Wick's pupils contracted, adrenaline rapidly secreting in his body.
Without extra movements, the already aimed muzzle emitted dazzling flashes.
Dada dada!
Bullets kept striking where the blurred figure was landing, but all missed.
It seemed like the bullets were chasing this swiftly jumping blurred figure.
However, John Wick knew he was always predicting, shooting ahead of where the figure would land.
His marksmanship was beyond doubt, he was confident, but the creature before him was beyond his imagination.
For the first time, he knew there was such a thing in the world, not human-like, moving faster than the speed of bullets even under his prediction.
In an instant, John Wick felt he could no longer capture the afterimage, the bullets hitting the wall and bursting into sparks were far too late.
Dada dada!
John Wick's breathing grew heavier, the muzzle's flashes continuous, bullets pouring out non-stop, but through the night vision goggles, he suddenly saw a clearer figure and that ferocious face.
The face, more like a bizarre beast than human, filled his entire field of vision.
John Wick's heart tightened, he stepped back, aiming quickly, the whole process taking less than a second, but he realized it was too late.
"Is this the world Father York experiences?"
A huge wave of emotions, rarely seen, emerged in John Wick's heart, similar to his early days in the assassin world.
He couldn't see anything with his eyes, but relying on his combat instincts and rapidly secreting combat hormones, John Wick could feel a small, yet blurred strike coming.
"Damn! Can't dodge it!"
John Wick instinctively closed his eyes and raised his hand to block.
At that moment, he felt an irresistible pull at the back of his collar, involuntarily stepping back with the force.
Immediately after, Father York's voice rang out.
"John, how does it feel?"
Accompanying this question was a thunderous gunshot.
Bang!
John Wick saw dazzling sparks erupt less than half a meter in front of him.
Clang!
Then, he heard a painful hiss.
In the night vision goggles' view.
John Wick saw the bizarre monster, struck by this sudden shot, being forced to step back.
Unlike when it was hit by his dozen SCAR rifle 7.62x51mm NATO bullets, the monster seemed to be in more pain after this unexpected shot.
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