Bab 220: Chapter 220: The Return of the Killing God
As he left, he happened to run into a police car rushing to the scene.
York looked expressionless, but he quickly counted the number of officers in the car.
"Full cars, it looks like a police station that takes its calls seriously."
York thought to himself, watching the two police cars pass each other, then suddenly stepped on the gas pedal.
The roaring engine also caught the attention of the passing police car.
"Chief?"
The first car was driven by a slightly dark-skinned female deputy chief.
"He seems to be speeding."
The chief, with a somewhat graying beard, looked extremely serious.
"Don't worry about him; our most important task is to save people."
He said earnestly, "Do you know who's in the expedition team? I heard she led the team here, and I'm afraid they might be in trouble."
The female deputy chief was stunned, "What?"
She didn't quite understand what the chief meant.
"I said the expedition team includes Senator Luke's niece!"
The deputy chief's eyes widened…
York didn't hear this conversation, and even if he did, he would only sigh at the reality. He was just speeding straight to Pluto Church, then drove the car to the church parking lot.
By this time, the sun had set, casting a dazzling, golden glow.
Plus, it was autumn and winter, the maple leaves by the road were full of yellow leaves.
The Pluto Church, situated in the center of the street, looked magnificent and seemed to stand in the long river of time, exuding an ancient vibe.
This was his church.
York, holding a Bible, squinted his eyes and walked over.
As he got closer to the church doors, the believers leaving the church would greet him.
"Father York."
York nodded in acknowledgment and walked into the church.
The real-time 3D map in his mind kept changing.
It could be said that everything in Pluto Church was under his watch.
He immediately encountered Robert, who had just finished feeding the pigeons their dinner.
Concerned that the siblings, Rich and Lily, might have run away, he was worried about the pigeons escaping and having no one to report to.
"Father York, you're back."
"Hmm."
Seeing Robert with a plate again, York nodded, "Robert, any new pigeons returned?"
Robert shook his head, "Still the same few."
York's mouth twitched slightly, "Tomorrow, ask Sister Eileen for some money to buy better food for the pigeons. Remember to feed them morning, noon, and night."
Robert nodded seriously, "Yes, Father."
York waved his hand and walked slowly towards the main building. He thought of visiting the headquarters to see the old man one day and capture all those ungrateful dead pigeons.
Thinking this, York stepped into the main building, facing the familiar church.
The candlelight was very peaceful, suitable for contemplation, prayer, etc.
In the corner, Eileen was playing the listener's role, listening to the whispering believers.
This was a common scene.
If the church wanted to know about the outside world, they could learn everything from these believers' mouths.
Because some believers were not just confessing, they were more chit-chatting about everything.
Sensing someone entering, Eileen subtly nodded her head when she saw him.
York smiled and didn't go to disturb her, just continued walking forward.
At the front, John Wick, in a priest's robe, was sitting there, eyes closed in serious prayer.
Today was the last day John Wick had promised.
This punctual man was true to his promise; if he said he would kill you, he would indeed do it.
However, this guy wearing the church's priest robe gave him a very unusual feeling.
How should he put it? York always felt that this attire suited this Killing God, with his precise gunmanship meant for exorcising demons.
Although they hadn't yet developed bullets useful for exorcism.
Thinking this, York passed by the praying believers on the side benches and sat in his usual spot.
As a killer's intuition and perception, John opened his eyes, and his first words were, "Father, you're back."
Hearing the same words again, York casually said, "John, have you cleared things up with Helen?"
John Wick nodded, "I told her I'll be working at Pluto Church from now on and not to worry about me."
Then, John Wick suddenly said, "Father York, can I stay in the church? I can look after Pluto Church every day and protect it from ordinary people's intrusion."
Ordinary people? Quite self-aware.
York observed John Wick's expression but only saw seriousness, "John, the living conditions here might not be very good. Pluto Church is an old building, and many facilities are outdated. Sister Eileen and I don't live here."
However, John Wick just said, "Father York, I want to be responsible for what I did in the past. I want to be here every day to atone for my sins."
York was silent for a moment. He really had no reason to refuse, "Later, ask Sister Eileen for the keys to the main door. Tell her I said so."
John Wick bowed his head, "Thank you, Father. I will take my duties seriously."
"But you can't take over Robert's job," York joked, patting his sturdy shoulder, and couldn't help but squeeze it.
"The main door and front yard are his territory."
John Wick's lips curled slightly, "Don't worry, Father York, I won't overstep."
York patted him again, and under John Wick's gaze, he faced the statue of Jesus and closed his eyes.
He hadn't completed his daily fixed tasks today.
There was too much to talk about this time.
When he finished and heard the task completion notification, York opened his eyes and looked at the Jesus statue illuminated by candlelight, making a cross over his chest.
"Amen! Thank you for your feelings."
[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]
[Reward: +0.5 points issued]
At that moment, York realized it was already late.
Turning his head, he saw that John Wick, the Killing God who had already settled in the church, was busy changing candles at the candle stand.
And Eileen was somewhere else, busy with something, and according to the real-time 3D map, she seemed to be checking something.
Unknowingly, he had company even at night.
York smiled.
It was a novel feeling.
Compared to always being alone in the past, this felt quite nice.
Sensing someone watching, John Wick, holding a lit candle, turned back and asked instinctively.
"Father York, is this how it should be placed?"
York smiled, "Yes, John."
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