Chapter 396: Clean Up

After arranging everything for Aretha, York continued to head to the church with the book.

Eileen wasn't following him but had left to prepare his room for tonight, or perhaps for the future where he would stay.

It could be said that from this moment on, the young Aretha had taken over his room.

Despite this, York felt no particular way about it; instead, he marveled at how dependent Aretha had become on him, needing a place imbued with his presence to feel at ease.

It gave him a feeling akin to having adopted a daughter.

Walking down the path that led to the church, after traversing about several dozen meters, he arrived inside the church.

At that time, John Wick was adding candles to the candle holders.

In the absence of modern lighting, the candles were constantly burning throughout the day, sacrificing their brief lives quickly due to the continuous burn.

Everyone knew that he didn't like the church to be too bright, as if the brightness stripped away all its secrets.

York found his usual pew and sat down with the book in his hands.

[Quantum Mechanics: Concepts and Applications] by Norval DeVore.

The book is notable for its emphasis on understanding and applying the concepts of quantum mechanics, explaining various phenomena like quantum entanglement and quantum tunneling in detail, and making these abstract concepts more tangible and lively through practical applications.

Importantly, this book also included a lot of experimental data and detailed charts.

York squinted his eyes; this book would inform him about many operational aspects, making it easier for him to manipulate and apply particles in combinations.

Within a few seconds, York turned another page, causing John Wick, who was observing and adding new candles, to hesitate.

But he didn't speak up.

However, York noticed him through a 3D image and smiled, flipping another page as if playing a game, multitasking effortlessly.

"John, did anything happen while I was away?"

His voice broke the church's silence.

John Wick thought for a moment, then said, "On the first day of your departure, a robbery occurred in District 39, resulting in two deaths."

York, while reading, raised his eyebrows. The distance from Ashby Church to District 39 was quite close, and importantly, District 39 was notoriously chaotic.

"Bishop, I've checked into it. A few members of the local gang Nyakusa were robbing a passerby when the victim resisted, and the gang members shot and killed him, affecting a nearby resident as well."

York paused his work, speaking calmly. "Will this affect us in any way?"

John Wick considered seriously before replying methodically, "It might reduce the number of daily masses attended by the faithful."

York looked back and said, "Find a way to deal with the local gangs, at least we can't allow such incidents near Ashby Church anymore,

John, this shouldn't be hard for you, right?"

John Wick just nodded and responded, "Not hard at all, bishop. If possible, I will eliminate these disturbing elements tomorrow."

"Heh."

York chuckled, also recalling the murderous deeds of this 'killer'.

One night, despite being injured and fighting all day, he managed to annihilate a major gang, the Grizzly Gang, and afterward casually helped Pluto Church purchase supplies.

His stamina, speed of action, and ruthlessness were glaringly evident.

Moreover, York had heard that after destroying the gang, this 'killer,' just like in the movies, continued to fight tirelessly against all the assassins for several days and nights.

Tsk tsk.

Thinking about this, York smacked his lips, already anticipating the fate of the local gangs near them.

However, it was necessary as the presence of the faithful could trigger random missions.

"It's like doing a good deed for the people here, although new trouble may arise due to the environment, this should maintain peace for a long time."

After silently mourning for a few seconds for them, York continued to immerse himself in the book, absorbing the knowledge within.

"Let's go all out then, John, and restore the peace Ashby Church deserves.

I await your good news."

"Yes, bishop."

Behind him, John Wick, witnessing the miraculous scene of flipping a page every few seconds, bowed slightly, nodded, and then left the spot.

He followed a side path outside and eventually headed towards the backyard.

In a spacious area with several annex buildings, John Wick's steps didn't stop; he chose one of the more secluded buildings, similar to a storage area, and walked towards it.

The door was locked, and John Wick skillfully pulled out a key and inserted it.

Seeing his actions, it seemed like he had done this countless times.

He pushed the door open and turned on the light; what appeared before him was a storage area with various shelves and a stockpile of items like candles.

But none of these were in John Wick's focus. He directly approached a clear area, stomped on the

 ground, and under the light's shine, a crack appeared.

Without changing his expression, he continued to insert his hand and pulled open the panel, revealing a ladder leading down.

As the light from above shone, the layout of a basement was revealed, and John Wick casually pressed a switch nearby.

Click.

The lights in the basement flickered on one after another, slowly illuminating shelf after shelf.

Eventually, when fully lit, the true nature of the basement was revealed.

It was a vast arsenal, breathtaking in scope.

Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, and other light weapons were all trivial in this collection.

What was truly fearsome were the various types of large-caliber machine guns, rocket launchers, conventional rockets, drill bombs, thermobaric bombs, and large boxes of C4 explosives and timed bombs.

Together with the massive boxes of ammunition, it was densely packed.

He could never use all of it in a lifetime.

John Wick exhaled lightly, looking at the quantity of weapons that could easily equip an army, still feeling a tightness in his chest.

Because these weren't his weapons, but the bishop's, given to him by his own bishop, who was the former owner of these weapons.

He didn't have the right to collect and purchase so many heavy weapons.

Even if he did, it would be troublesome, attracting unwanted attention; such an arsenal wasn't something money alone could achieve.

Of course, that was for him; for the bishop, such a scale of armament seemed quite normal.

Recalling the bishop's action of flipping a page every few seconds, John Wick's usually expressionless face couldn't help but twitch.

Before this, he had no idea that his bishop had such a collection.

When he first followed the bishop down and saw the vast array of weapons, even he, a legendary assassin, was momentarily stunned.

Plus, the bishop had said, "John, because I've added my own power here, there are explosives with the power of nuclear bombs; be careful when using them."

Hearing this, he truly realized,

John Wick's gaze involuntarily shifted towards the deep inside where the large boxes of C4 and various bombs were, looking at them as if they were something terrifying, and quickly looked away.

Joking, he didn't even dare to get close, let alone use them carefully.

"Sorry, bishop, I will never use them."

John Wick couldn't help rubbing his face that always stiffened every time he came down, moving towards the outermost shelves.

There, among the pistols, rifles, hand grenades, grenade launchers, sniper rifles, and other light weapons, he found a sense of security because these were what he should be using. As for the terrifying arsenal in the depths, he hadn't even thought about it.

After some thought, John Wick began to organize the weapons he would use.

The pistol was definitely the main choice, as it facilitated his movements and was not burdensome.

Pulling out his favorite Viper pistol, he checked it several times, confirming its condition before placing it on the table.

Thinking of the enemy leader, John Wick looked towards another shelf with a sniper rifle, having thoroughly checked the nearby situation before moving to Ashby Church, memorizing all the gang leaders' profiles in his mind.

"Stones are composed of atoms, molecules, ions, and other plasmas, arranged in a three-dimensional structure."

York packed away the book he had finished reading, feeling enlightened.

"The same material can form different crystal structures."

York nodded, smiling to himself.

"Not bad, this feeling of absorbing knowledge, with what I know now, I could easily become a doctoral supervisor."

York felt somewhat proud, placing the book aside and looking up at the figure of Jesus.

"Well, it seems it's getting late, let's tell a story."

Not yet sure of his own situation, York felt he must have some connection with God.

Especially since telling stories brought rewards, so his tone was somewhat affectionate.

"Where shall we begin?"

As time kept passing, by the time Eileen arrived, it was already past eleven.

"Bishop, the night is deep and quiet." Eileen, seeing her bishop with closed eyes, spoke softly.

"You should rest."

York opened his eyes, recalling another country.

If it were the East, this time would likely be bustling, but here it was as quiet as a dead city.

[Prayer: Daily Prayer (Completed)]

[Reward: Available Attribute Points +0.5 Issued]

The mechanical sound of the prompt rang in his ear, God appreciating his efforts and issuing his daily reward.

"Then let's rest."

Deciding to keep the 0.5 available attribute points, York nodded and let Eileen pick up the few books he had finished, accompanying him towards the side path.

But then he thought of something and completely opened up the 3D map.

With a 300-meter range in his view, every blade of grass and person was visible, except

 John Wick who was not around, and the car that had been parked on the street had also disappeared.

"This efficiency of yours, John."

York was very satisfied, heading towards the rest area with Eileen.

"That's just like you."

He wasn't worried about John Wick's safety. Even as an ordinary person, he had such achievements, and now as a cleric, being bathed in holy power every day, he was even more formidable.

It could be said that the current cleric John Wick could easily overpower dozens of his former assassin selves. Compared to before, his strength was now on a completely different level.

"Evil must not exist in this world."

At that moment, John Wick was already lying on the ceiling of a tall building, setting up a sniper rifle.

DVL-10 M1, a lightweight, silent, high-precision sniper rifle with features like support for multiple calibers, modularity, minimal recoil, and a titanium alloy suppressor that greatly reduced noise and heat signatures during firing.

The rifle was precise and reliable, with an effective range of 800 meters.

Especially suitable for the current situation.

Through the scope, John Wick's gaze was fixed on a building not far ahead.

That was the Nyakusa gang's headquarters.

Focusing on the core members visible through the window, a glimmer shone in John Wick's eyes.

After becoming a cleric, he naturally acquired the ability to discern through his eyes the true nature of those appearing in his sniper scope.

Seeing the intense black aura representing sin on their bodies, John Wick personally sentenced these men to death.

As the bishop had said, they should not coexist with evil, and he felt the same.

His finger gently pulled the trigger.

With a soft "pfft", a small blood hole appeared in the head of the gang member two hundred meters away.

Although he wasn't at the scene, from the information visible through the window, one could see a woman inside screaming.

John Wick's face remained calm as he continued to shift his gun barrel, pulling the trigger whenever a target on his list appeared in the scope.

As men fell in the scope, John Wick cocked his rifle with a click, shifting the barrel again.

Though he had long retired from the world of assassins, the skills and instincts were still there.

John Wick felt a sense of comfort he hadn't experienced in a long time, thinking to himself.

With another soft "pfft", another man fell at the sound of the gun.

Before the building could react, he had already sniped about a dozen core members of the Nyakusa gang.

But he hadn't found the leader yet.

While the loss of so many core members was enough to severely damage the Nyakusa gang, it was still not enough.

"I've found you."

Perhaps due to uncertainty and panic, the leader of the Nyakusa gang suddenly appeared at a window on the third floor.

He wanted to flee!

But he didn't stay in one place; instead, he disappeared from the sniper scope in an instant.

However, John Wick had already calculated the leader's possible escape routes in his mind, keeping the gun barrel tracking the expected location of exposure.

Just a few seconds later, as a familiar figure appeared in the scope, John Wick, expressionless, immediately pulled the trigger.

With a "pfft", the recently fled leader of the Nyakusa gang immediately fell, his accompanying gang members panicking, completely unable to react.

"Over, a mere rabble, but this is still not enough, four more on the list."

After emptying another magazine, John Wick watched as no more figures appeared in the windows, everyone hiding behind walls. He stood up, efficiently packing up the DVL-10 M1, and left the spot.

The Nyakusa gang was now trapped!

Next, he would forcefully enter the building, eliminating all the evildoers inside, completing the orders of his bishop.

Thus, overnight, the entire Brooklyn area was engulfed in a frenzied battle.

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