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Chương 247: Chapter 247: The First Step in Transforming the Nun

The farce began quickly, but it ended just as swiftly.

Erin had long gone to the backyard to see what the situation was really like.

As for York, the hands-off manager, he was leisurely sitting in his usual spot, opening a very securely packaged document bag.

He couldn't think of who would send him a package, but after some thought and considering recent events, it had to be either the Warren couple or the Church.

Because only these two were more formal, always in document format.

Everyone else mostly used high-tech methods, either phone calls or emails.

The convenience of societal development is such.

However, two items fell out of the document bag.

It seemed likely that two different people had sent him packages, which Erin had packed together.

"Indeed, it's from the Warren couple and the Church."

York was a bit surprised, yet not so surprised. One was sealed with the church headquarters' wax seal, and the other clearly stated its identity from the beginning.

"The Church's... probably about the bishop matter."

York shook his head, directly skipping over the letter from the Church, and picked up the document bag from the Warren couple.

As mentioned before, given the Warren couple's character, they generally wouldn't disturb him unless there was a matter, and once they did, it meant there was indeed an issue.

"So, there's work again?"

York casually opened the document bag, took out the contents one by one, and his expression revealed a sense of expectation.

The rule that the Warren couple would have something whenever they disturbed him remained unchanged.

However, when he saw everything inside, York raised his eyebrows.

The matter was simple. The Warren couple naturally encountered paranormal events, even if they didn't seek them out, and they came across one.

They indeed encountered a paranormal event, but their request for help wasn't for an exorcism, but rather to prove the fact that a victim was possessed.

"Proof, huh..." York picked up a photo of a young man.

According to the Warren couple, this young man committed a crime and killed someone, stabbing his boss a total of twenty-two times and was sentenced to death by the court.

However, there were significant doubts.

The young man's family had experienced a demonic event and had been successfully exorcised by the Warren couple, who had obtained the exorcism permit at the time.

Under their speculation, the young man in the photo was cursed.

The reason was that the young man could recite the essence of the Bible without changing his expression.

And they found a totem in the layer below the young man's residence.

"No demonic possession, so he could recite the Bible. Discovering the totem means being cursed and controlled, which does make sense..."

York then picked up the photo related to the totem, but this look made his eyebrows furrow.

"Another cult worshiping Satan or demons?"

The totem in the photo was a ram's skull.

Although different from the Satanic cult totem seen in Thailand, there was a similar essence.

The ram's skull totem has many interpretations, but once it involves the supernatural, it generally symbolizes demons.

York squinted his eyes and continued reading.

The last piece of information was Lorraine's explanation. Through her psychic abilities, she discovered a woman performing a ritual at an altar and stopped her actions with her psychic abilities.

"So, she could solve it herself?"

York shook his head, finding the event seemingly not very challenging. Since even Lorraine could achieve this much, it's very likely the person cursing them was indeed weak.

Possibly even weaker than ordinary followers of the Satanic church in Thailand, as those followers could directly use demonic powers, which is much more powerful than cursing someone.

"Probably not even qualified to trigger a random mission."

York mumbled to himself, took out his phone to call Ed, saying he could involve a nearby church in this matter.

But the moment the phone rang, he suddenly thought of his nun's psychic abilities.

"Hm?"

York seemed to think of something, a corner of his mouth twitching up, and before Ed could speak, he took the lead.

"Ed? You still have the totem from the photo, right?"

Ed obviously paused, the sound from the phone somewhat hesitant: "Father York, you've finished reading?"

But the next second, he obediently replied: "Yes, Father, the totem from the photo is still with me."

"Send it over." York's gaze had already settled on Erin in the backyard, busy with her tasks, calmly speaking.

"I can help you find the person who cursed you and also prove that the child in the photo was cursed."

"This is wonderful, Father York." Ed was clearly surprised: "I'll send it to you right away, as long as you can take action, the outcome will definitely change."

Hearing Ed's voice after a long time, York smiled but didn't mention that he didn't plan to take action himself, but rather to give his nun some practice.

In his view, the weak didn't deserve his attention or effort, so it was a win-win to have Erin solve it.

First, it would be training; second, it would let her know some uses of psychic abilities.

Psychic abilities aren't just about communicating with spirits or sensing their presence but have other uses, such as entering someone's mental space or cursing, which are also methods of use.

Powerful psychic abilities can sense everything about a person through various objects and draw them into a created mental space.

Just like demonic powers, like when he mentioned Valak's true name and was drawn into Its mental space.

It also allows influences on reality, like demons and spirits.

This is what psychic abilities can achieve.

Familiarizing with one's psychic abilities is what makes a qualified medium.

"Mm, I'll wait for it."

York didn't say much more and hung up.

The event was so trivial that he couldn't bring himself to act.

After all, a giant wouldn't care about a tiny ant passing by in a corner.

Of course, there was also another reason; the young man in the photo had nothing to do with him. If it were his follower, his attitude would naturally be different.

He casually added the little bit of points accumulated from daily tasks to his spirit.

[Spirit 220 raised to 221]

Listening to the prompt in his ear, York stuffed everything from the Warren couple back into the document bag, then picked up the Church's document bag.

Just as he opened a corner and glanced inside, York put it all away.

"Sure enough, it's a notification for a clerical promotion. They could have just called me, oh right, they don't accept my calls, are they afraid I'll refuse? Or are they afraid of my threats?"

York mused to himself, turning to look back at the church.

This noon was precisely when the faithful were busy with their lives, also his most relaxed time.

It was a concession from the old believers, his insistence, and the time he enchanted his bullets. Those familiar knew his rest time.

The number of faithful scattered across the benches, silently praying, had noticeably decreased.

"In that case, let's give a hand."

York picked up all his belongings and started walking towards the right side alley.

In the holographic image, Erin, John Wick, and Robert were all busy with a major cleanup in the backyard.

Naturally, Frank was working the hardest, with a bucket of water and a mop,enthusiastically mopping the floor...

"It seems he was quite frightened."

York chuckled to himself as he walked through the side alley, soon joining the backyard cleanup crew.

His participation obviously intensified Frank's efforts; York could even hear Frank's heavy breathing.

York was pleased with this, simply staying beside Erin and wiping the windows with a damp cloth.

He had become too lazy over the years.

The dirt accumulated on the windows was thick, requiring considerable effort to remove.

Despite the Church of Pluto seeming small, a major cleanup was undoubtedly a significant undertaking.

Just one three-story annex building could keep them busy for a day, and the Church of Pluto's backyard had two such buildings.

If it were up to him, he would hire someone for the cleaning.

But this was Erin's choice, and since he had handed over all management tasks to Erin, he also had to agree with her decisions and choices.

This was their contribution! Self-reliance!

York glanced down, where John Wick and Robert, clearly divided in their tasks, were handling trash disposal. He then dipped the cloth back into the bucket to rinse off the dirt before resuming his cleaning.

"Erin, don't forget to change out of your nun's habit this afternoon."

His words just fell when Erin, who was cleaning windows next to him, looked towards the priest with a puzzled gaze, not understanding why she would need to change into casual clothes for the afternoon.

"John, I've booked a club for today."

York, while wiping the dirt from the window crevices, casually mentioned, "It's a shooting range. Today, I plan to familiarize you with firearms."

Erin was unaware of this; he had headed straight to Thailand that day without telling her.

"The appointment is around three o'clock…"

York paused his cleaning to look at Erin, who seemed stunned by his words, and said with a smile.

"Erin, the world changes quickly. There's an Eastern saying, 'Having many skills does not weigh one down.' Someday, no, perhaps soon, you might need these skills."

"Just like the incident with the creature possessing a physical form during the Reston case, this is not something the knowledge you learned in the convent can resolve. But when you know how to use a gun, combined with your psychic abilities and holy power, it means you have the capability to confront physical monsters. Offense is the best defense."

With each word, Erin finally snapped back to reality. She stared at the priest's serious expression, remembering the calm words he had said, knowing he meant well for her.

"Okay, Father, I'll do my best." Erin showed a determined look.

York, reminiscing about his time in Romania, complimented her, a rare occurrence.

"This is what my Church of Pluto's deacon nun should be like." York smiled, earning an awkward glance from Erin as she returned to her cleaning task.

"Father York, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What does 'Having many skills does not weigh one down' mean? I kind of understand, but the phrase feels vague to me."

"Having many skills means the more skills you possess, the better. They won't make you feel burdened; on the contrary, they will only benefit you."

After a brief silence, Erin spoke again.

"Father York, I have another question."

"Hm?"

"Is it just Mr. John and me going?"

Erin's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Of course not, I'll be joining too. John is just an ordinary person. This trip to the shooting range is not only for you to get used to firearms but also for me to teach you how to combine firearms with your psychic abilities..."

"Okay, I'll try my best to learn." Erin's voice relaxed instantly.

"..."

Time passed, and before they knew it, it was time for their appointment.

The cleanup work was temporarily paused.

York asked Robert to continue watching over the church, preparing to take John Wick and Erin to the shooting range.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten about Frank.

If just mopping the floor was enough to let this rascal off the hook, it would be too easy for him.

At the very least, he should continue until the major cleanup was finished.

To prevent this rascal from running away, York directly had John Wick bring out his high-tech gadget, a wristwatch-style tracker.

Standing beside the modified Ford Raptor, York stared at Frank, who was sheepishly smiling, and said calmly, "Mr. Frank, you can try to run, but if you're willing to face the consequences of another round..."

He then eyed the watch tightly strapped to his wrist and continued calmly.

"This watch can locate you in real time. If I find you trying to run, I'll do whatever it takes to get you behind bars. This isn't a threat, but a promise."

York noticed Frank's body shiver and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"You can try to destroy this watch, but it will also alert me, letting me know you're up to no good..."

In Frank's gaze, which seemed to see a demon, York smiled and offered one last piece of advice, "This tracker is hard to destroy by external means, even if you tried to saw it off, it would take a long time, enough for me to catch you back. Remember, Mr. Frank, I keep my word."

After saying this, leaving Frank dumbfounded on the spot, York waved at John Wick and Erin, signaling them to get into the car.

With a hum, as the two silently took their seats, York drove the Ford Raptor away, quickly disappearing from Frank's sight.

"fk!"

It was only after the car had vanished that Frank cursed loudly and flipped the bird in the direction the car had left, but recalling the priest's menacing aura, he dared not act rashly.

With his self-proclaimed clever mind and keen intuition, Frank felt that the terrifying priest could indeed keep his word.

"fk! Utterly unlucky!"

He could only curse while heading towards his home, planning to return to the Church of Pluto the next day to continue cleaning until the major cleanup was over.

What he didn't know was that York had a holographic view with a range of a hundred meters.

His actions were fully visible to York, who had just driven a hundred meters away from him.

"Huh!"

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Chương 248: Chapter 248: Shooting Practice and the Hole

Shooting clubs, as the name suggests, are places for gunplay.

They are also one of the best options for beginners who want to practice shooting.

Compared to other countries, places like the United States, which can be called a gun nation with gun shops everywhere, shooting clubs are really easy to find.

You could say they're all over the streets.

In his previous life, he wasn't sure if America was like this because, at best, he was just an ordinary person buried in his studies, completely unfamiliar with firearms.

Even if a pistol were placed in front of him, he might not know what kind of gun it was.

His knowledge of guns extended only to world-famous, classic firearms like the AK47 and M4A1.

And even that was through the news.

This changed when he arrived in this parallel world. In America, you could find a low-key gun shop on almost any street.

Shooting clubs are often associated with gun shops.

Thanks to this, he really pushed himself hard back then, absorbing a lot of knowledge and feeding his shooting skills with a large number of bullets at shooting clubs.

So, while he wouldn't say he was an expert in firearms, he could make a reasonable guess about any gun placed in front of him.

This was all due to the lack of security he felt, which he improved on his own.

He was very familiar with shooting clubs.

However, he was too busy, so he let John Wick handle it, and unexpectedly, this shooting club was located on the outskirts of New York.

Following John Wick's directions, York easily found the shooting club mentioned.

Compared to those established in the city, this club's location was indeed a bit remote, situated in a small town on the outskirts of the city.

According to John Wick, this shooting club was run by an acquaintance of his, so it was more secluded and not open to the public.

It was more like a private shooting club, operating on a membership basis.

Without connections, one wouldn't even know this club existed.

The owner only opened the club to members or those with a member's referral letter.

"Father York, the advantage of such a shooting club is that there are no restrictions. You can use any type of firearm, including heavy weapons like rocket launchers," John Wick said.

"Moreover, they also offer specialized training services and even contract some military special training. If Sister Erin wants to exercise and enhance her physical strength, she can enroll."

Hearing this, York, who had just parked the car, glanced at Erin unconsciously.

John Wick's remark was clearly aimed at getting Erin involved in some training.

But obviously, Erin, who grew up in a convent, was somewhat clueless about such matters, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the plea for help and retreat in her eyes, York smiled and said:

"John, Erin is not like us. Just being good with guns and having some self-defense skills is enough."

John Wick nodded: "Alright, Father."

Seeing Erin quietly sigh in relief, York pretended not to notice and led the way out of the car after parking it properly.

The parking lot was connected to a large open space, leading to a cluster of low-rise buildings, behind which were a series of hills.

The whole scene looked very monotonous, like a villa at the foot of the mountains.

York squinted, knowing the truth wasn't as simple as it appeared. The low-rise buildings contained military land, with some people undergoing special training.

"The area here is quite large," York commented after scanning the surroundings.

With no one around and the road mostly paved with gravel, the place seemed desolate.

Considering the size of the small town seen on the way here, York looked towards the front of the open space, resembling a convenience store, and found the desolate scene unsurprising.

After all, this was a private club not open to the public. Moreover, the small town looked sparsely populated, naturally appearing desolate without people.

Compared to the desolation of this town, other small towns they passed had more people, and the junctions connecting these towns, including shopping malls and bus stations, had even higher foot traffic.

Noticing John Wick and Erin had followed him out of the car, York said, "John, you mentioned there's a military base behind these mountains?"

He remembered John Wick's introduction to the club.

If there really was a military base, then this shooting club, built near a military base and only open to members and acquaintances, must be related.

It's possible that the firearms here all came from that military base, and even the special training was handled by people from the base.

"Yes, Father York," John Wick replied without hiding anything. "The owner, Rich Ward, is a veteran from that military base."

Indeed.

Guessing the connection and that the club was a way for the military base to make extra money, York's expression remained unchanged. He looked curiously at John Wick, who was only slightly shorter than him.

"How do you know such a friend? People from the military and the assassin world really don't mix; they're completely different."

"I saved his life during my early days as an assassin," John Wick explained, seeing York's curiosity. "It was a coincidence. Along the way, I even took on a job from him..."

Hearing this, York raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't ask further, continuing to lead the way.

"Let's go."

John Wick, no longer an assassin but an employee of his Pluto Church, had left the past behind.

Silent, John Wick and Erin, who remained quiet, followed closely.

When the trio reached the building's main entrance, York stepped aside, giving John Wick a look to lead the way.

Understanding immediately, John Wick stepped past the priest and entered first.

As the door closed behind them, York gently held the doorknob, looked back at Erin, and noticed her breathing had become heavier.

"Don't be nervous. It's just shooting practice," York reassured Erin gently, who looked very young in civilian clothes. "Consider it one of the lessons you learned at the convent."

Erin blinked, took a deep breath under York's gaze, and seemed to prepare herself mentally, calming her nervous expression.

"Okay, Father," she said.

York smiled and led her inside.

Upon entering, the environment changed dramatically, a hidden paradise.

The shiny floor that reflected sunlight, the large hall and reception desk, and the corridors on both sides with vaguely visible figures in each partition created a stark contrast to the desolation outside.

John Wick was waiting at the reception with a middle-aged man with gray hair and a black-and-white beard, clearly the club owner, Rich Ward.

"Father York, this is Rich Ward, the owner I mentioned," John Wick introduced, then turned to the middle-aged man. "This is Father York, and this is Erin, our shooting practice participant today."

As agreed, John Wick didn't reveal their identities.

This was why he had Erin dress in civilian clothes. It would be too conspicuous for clergy to go to a shooting club for practice.

York didn't chat much, ignoring Rich Ward's curious gaze, and simply paid for some beginner's shooting practice services.

Then, led by the owner, they came to a partitioned area with food, drinks, and sofas, fronted by a spacious shooting range.

Recalling the partitions they passed, York didn't need a 3D map to know how large the area occupied by the club was. After all, each partition, separated by nets and concrete, was equipped with its own shooting range.

It truly befits an American military base.

After touring the area, York understood why John Wick chose this place. Compared to city shooting clubs, this place was larger and offered a wider variety of firearms.

Soon, the staff laid out the firearms on the table.

York glanced at the guns being placed, then looked away.

Beginners usually start with pistols, and the ones laid out on the table were arranged according to their power, including some designed specifically for women.

"John has told me you're new to firearms, mainly to familiarize yourself with them," Rich Ward began, picking up a compact pistol.

"So based on your situation, we've developed a complete experience plan."

He picked up a Hellcat RDP from the table.

"You can start with this compact model. The Hellcat RDP, with a length of 154 mm, a width of 30 mm, a height of only 114 mm, and an unloaded weight of 692 grams..."

As Rich Ward continued, Erin's shooting practice began.

York and John Wick sat on the sofa, watching, or occasionally standing up to shoot.

If John Wick was not an ordinary person, the outcome of their shooting competition might have been a draw, but as a mere mortal, his consistency and endurance were slightly lacking compared to York.

"John, I win again," York said with a smile, removing his noise-cancelling headphones after hearing the results.

John Wick also took off his headphones, showing a rare fluctuation in his expression. Being a top assassin, he relied on his shooting skills, thinking he could at least match up but was easily defeated by the priest. This made him acutely aware of the difference between them.

"Is this the world beyond ordinary people that Winston mentioned?" he wondered.

"I expected this outcome," John Wick responded calmly.

"It's normal for you to win."

York set aside the headphones and, putting down the Colt M2000 he was holding, was about to say something but was distracted by the sound of gunfire from Erin's direction.

Bang! Bang!

York looked over to see Erin already adopting a very standard shooting posture, stable and confident.

Bang! Bang!

...

The woman-specific pistol seemed to suit her petite frame perfectly, allowing her to fire rapidly despite just getting acquainted with firearms.

Casually tracking the bullets with his 3D map, York easily spotted the bullet holes on the target paper ten meters away.

The center of the target was torn, revealing a small hole.

"Ten shots, not a single miss, all within the sixth ring. Does she really have a talent for this?"

York was somewhat surprised.

When the results were announced, not only did John Wick look at the bewildered Erin, but even Rich Ward, who was coaching next to her, was taken aback. He looked at York and John Wick, astonished.

"John, are you sure she's a beginner?"

John Wick silently turned to the priest.

"Of course, she's a beginner."

York hid his surprise and walked over, praising Erin, "You might truly have a talent for this."

He took the gun from Erin's hands and picked up a Glock 17 from the table, handing it to her.

"Try this one."

Erin quietly accepted it, her calm appearance belying the turmoil within.

"Change the target paper, shoot at 20 meters," York instructed Rich Ward.

Rich Ward complied promptly.

For a novice, twenty meters is quite a distance. To hit within the sixth ring from such a distance would double the difficulty.

Erin aimed the gun as she had learned, and before firing, she couldn't help but glance at the priest, only to find encouraging eyes.

"Go ahead."

Encouraged by the priest's voice, Erin took a deep breath, aimed carefully, and then pulled the trigger.

"Three misses, seven within the sixth ring."

The results indicated Erin's talent in this area.

"A genius indeed." Rich Ward was genuinely surprised. As a widely experienced owner, he had seen shooting talents but had never encountered a petite girl achieving such a feat upon her first try.

"Well done!" York praised Erin, who blushed slightly. He took the gun from her hands and continued.

"Let's try this one..."

He handed her a Glock 19.

The practice continued with breaks in between. However, Rich Ward, the owner, seemed to have an emergency and hurriedly left.

Through his 3D map, York saw Rich Ward leaving the club and entering a suddenly arrived car.

It seemed ordinary, but York, with his enhanced hearing, caught parts of a conversation inside the car, not clear but indicating something had happened.

"A problem at the base?"

"fk! Those damn fools of scientists accidentally created a hole!"

"...there's something inside..."

The conversation cut off as the car hurried away.

York narrowed his eyes, sensing something, and looked in the direction the car had taken.

That was where John Wick mentioned the military base was located...

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