Chapter 268: Departure

Listening to the fearful screams of his underlings behind him, the only thing Mikhail could still move, his eyes, revealed a hint of fear.

"Two people in the room."

Upon hearing the priest's reminder, John Wick, who had just reloaded his magazine, didn't say much but followed his instincts, stepping forward and shooting into the room immediately.

Bang bang, accompanied by the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor.

Two gunshots, and the two men crouching in the room, both shirtless, were shot in the forehead.

This left York feeling somewhat regretful, unable to witness the Mozambique shooting technique often depicted in movies.

Perhaps John Wick had changed his usual shooting style and habits because of his presence, aiming for a fatal shot to the forehead or chest to ensure that the enemy couldn't fire a single shot.

As they began to ascend the stairs towards the third floor, York's telekinesis surged, controlling Mikhail's escape while also dedicating a fraction of his power to slow down every move of the gangsters on the third floor, allowing John Wick to achieve his desired outcome: the enemy not firing a single shot while he delivers fatal blows.

Of course, there were some hiding in the shadows, but all were obliterated by his control of fireball spells, ending up charred and stiff on the ground.

Within a hundred-meter radius, he was like a true sovereign.

That's why he felt the world of ordinary people was so distant. After all, the gap between them was vast.

On the third floor, gunfire erupted.

Bang bang bang! As York counted thirty-four people, he, along with John Wick, stepping over the corpses in front of them, arrived in front of Mikhail, who was controlled by telekinesis.

"Father?"

John Wick, staring at the room full of people who couldn't move, including the scantily clad women, put away his viper pistol, reloaded his magazine, and asked.

"Did you do this?"

"Mm."

Looking at Mikhail, who couldn't speak, his eyes pleading for mercy, York replied, his gaze fixed on the sculpted hand in Mikhail's possession.

"Hello, can you answer a question for me? Where did you get this sculpted hand?"

York slightly loosened his telekinetic grip to allow Mikhail to speak.

Heh heh!

Whether out of fear or something else, Mikhail gasped for air urgently.

"Hm?"

Hearing the prompt, he hurriedly responded.

"I bought it at an auction. Is it your target? I can…"

As he was about to say something more, perhaps to plead for mercy after explaining about the sculpted hand, the next second Mikhail found himself once again unable to move or speak.

"Auction? Heh."

York took the sculpted hand from Mikhail, noting the dark aura about him.

"Not only are you dishonest, but you're also wicked. Forget it, I can't be bothered to chase after you rats who can only hide underground."

Holding the sculpted hand covered in intricate patterns and unknown script, his gaze lingered on the white powder on the table before turning away.

"John, go ahead. These menaces have no right to live."

John Wick nodded, raising his viper pistol at the room full of people unable to move, their eyes filled with either pleading or fear, and asked.

"Father, should we spare the women?"

"Spare them. They're probably innocent."

As York's voice fell, John Wick, expressionless, pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Six gunshots, and everyone in the room, including Mikhail and his underlings, were shot in the forehead.

Even so, the all-filling telekinesis still held them in place, their eyes lifeless, undergoing unconscious changes.

John Wick, looking at the women bursting into tears, immediately turned to follow the priest.

"Father, how did you do this?"

York, strolling leisurely as if just passing by, laughed.

"Just telekinetic control. This is the extraordinary, John."

As his words fell, behind a thoughtful John Wick, the sound of bodies falling and the screams of women echoed throughout the building.

Unfortunately, only York and John Wick heard them, walking step by step towards the downstairs with the screams in the background.

"Oh right, I almost forgot. John, let's go shopping. The church needs some things."

York's voice sounded.

"Father, is this Sister Eileen's order?" John Wick's voice was as steady as ever.

"You know about that?" York glanced back at him as he put the viper pistol back in its holster.

"Because it seems like Sister Eileen is responsible for the church's supplies and some necessities..."

At this, John Wick continued.

"Father, what about the situation here?"

York, leading the way to the first floor with John Wick, knew what he meant.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of scum. Probably no one will care. Of course, to save some trouble, we'll have to do something."

York smiled lightly, looking at the empty, dirty intersection, seemingly doing nothing.

Yet behind the entire building, including its server, connected to some cameras at the intersection, two red fire elements began to combine under his control...

Bang bang bang bang!

John Wick, sensing something, looked towards the intersection's cameras.

They were being blasted as if by something, the mounted cameras catching fire, breaking into useless debris, with parts continuously falling.

"This is the power of the extraordinary..."

John Wick understood what was happening, looking back at the priest with an indescribable stirring in his heart.

To him, the priest's silhouette grew larger and larger until it filled his entire field of vision.

"John?"

It was only when the priest's voice reached his ears that John Wick snapped back to reality, realizing he had unknowingly been led by the priest to the front of the car.

"What are you thinking about?"

York opened the car door, throwing the sculpted hand onto the back seat, planning to study it more after tonight.

"Nothing much." John Wick took a deep breath and replied.

"Father, may I drive?"

York raised an eyebrow, surprised, looking at the bridge car.

"This car was specially acquired for this mission."

Knowing the priest's character, John Wick added.

"It's not valuable, meant to be left on the road anyway."

Hearing John Wick put it this way, what else could York say? He tossed the keys to John Wick, laughing.

"Alright, you drive then."

"All set."

"Let's go, see if we can find anything Eileen wants at the mall." York, unusually sitting in the passenger seat.

"Okay, Father."

John Wick nodded, began the operation of shifting gears and stepping on the gas, and slowly drove away from the spot.

Behind the car, several women were screaming as they ran out of the building...

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