Chapter 62 - Gunfight

"Alright! I know your answer now, Father. Thank you for your response."

Andrei seriously glanced at the unyielding priest in front of him, who was even more burly than himself, and then turned and strode away.

Father York sighed softly and walked towards the small room on the right, where he had hidden a briefcase.

He had been prepared for the Grizzly Gang's visit; it was just that their arrival was unexpectedly late, almost making him forget.

As Andrei disappeared at the doorway, Father York had already pulled out a briefcase from a cabinet next to the door and casually opened it to reveal a SHAK-12 heavy assault rifle and two magazines.

There were also two flash grenades and a hand grenade beside it.

The SHAK-12 heavy assault rifle, with a capacity of 20 rounds, is equipped with 12.7mm large-caliber bullets.

It could penetrate light armored vehicles and easily breach standard reinforced concrete walls within an effective range of 100 meters.

Designed for urban combat and to counter body armor, it was known for its one-shot lethality.

It's worth mentioning that this was a gun manufactured in Grizzly Country, the same country as the self-introduced Andrei.

Recalling the details of the SHAK-12, Father York swiftly picked up the rifle, clipped a magazine onto his robe belt, and then picked up a flash grenade…

At this moment.

Outside.

Andrei's expression turned from calm to grim as he looked at his fifteen suited subordinates. He coldly addressed Gregory, the leader among them.

"Gregory! Destroy this church!"

The burly Gregory nodded, waved his hand, and then, holding his pistol, walked towards the church entrance.

Following him were fifteen elite members of the Grizzly Gang, some drawing pistols from their waists, others carrying rifles or submachine guns, cautiously moving towards the entrance.

One by one, they entered without noticing their target.

Gregory pointed to the small rooms on either side and waved his hand.

"Search!"

However, just then, the candles burning on both sides suddenly went out, plunging the entire hall into darkness.

Blinded, Gregory tensed up and shouted.

"Careful! Vision blocked! Stay alert!"

Under his command, a flash grenade rolled out from the right room and exploded on the ground with a bang.

The moment the sound was heard, gunfire erupted in the dark church, fifteen firearms firing in the direction of the noise.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Outside, Andrei, hearing the gunfire, didn't even turn his head. He just took out a cigarette, lit it, and coolly put it in his mouth.

He gazed at the scene outside, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a puff of smoke…

Meanwhile.

"Not right!!!"

Without hearing any counter-noise, Gregory felt a bad premonition and was about to warn his men.

Bang! A blinding flash of light exploded, momentarily blinding him and his men.

With blurred vision and his head buzzing, Gregory instinctively ducked to the side and yelled.

"Duck!!!"

But hearing the sound of '[One magic point used]', his magical energy automatically covered his eyes. Father York, lips curled, burst out of the room holding the SHAK-12 heavy assault rifle.

With his magic-enhanced vision piercing the darkness, Father York first aimed at the nearest person.

Bang!!! The 12.7×55mm bullet from the SHAK-12, ignoring the pews' defense, hit the target.

Instantly, the target's head exploded like a watermelon.

Father York walked slowly, continuously pulling the trigger.

Bang!!! A man standing still was blown away, a bloody hole in his chest even with a bulletproof vest.

Bang! Another hidden in the pew crevices was killed before he could make a sound, fragments scattering everywhere.

Bang!!! Bang!!!

One after another, they all fell to the SHAK-12 heavy assault rifle.

"Sound! The sound!!"

Gregory, lying between the pews, listened to the relentless gunfire and kept shouting.

"Counterattack!! Counterattack!!"

But what he didn't know was how futile his commands were.

What he didn't realize was that before his men could retaliate based on sound, they were already taken care of by a 12.7×55mm bullet that arrived first.

"Ёбтвоюмать (Russian swear word)"

Hearing the continuous gunfire, Gregory cursed, staying still with his pistol aimed in the direction of the sound.

However, the moment the gunfire ceased and then resumed.

Bang! Before he could pull the trigger, intense pain struck him. Gregory groaned, nearly passing out, feeling like his right hand was gone. He instinctively touched his shoulder, feeling wetness.

"Ёбтвоюмать! (F***!)" He cursed again as if to vent the pain.

Before the pain subsided, Gregory heard footsteps stop beside him.

At this moment, his vision somewhat returned, and through the blur, Gregory saw a towering priest holding a gun, making the sign of the cross, and heard "Amen."

"Damn!"

Gregory, seemingly aware of the outcome, cursed.

"A real monster!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Father York said emotionlessly and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Gregory's head and neck exploded instantly, the blood and fragments splattering, but half of it stopped mere centimeters away from Father York, scattering in the opposite direction.

"It's over."

Having dealt with the last person in the hall, Father York instinctively scanned the area.

Horrifyingly, indescribable objects were strewn all over, blood slowly flowing down the walls, neatly arranged pews shattered, the hall a mess.

"Seems I didn't see that guy?"

Thinking of Andrei, Father York pursed his lips, holding the SHAK-12 heavy assault rifle as he walked outside.

Because of this gunfight, everything in the hall would need to be replaced, and these various items had been with him for a long time.

…He was a bit angry.

Stepping outside, the scene before him made Father York smile, unsure whether to be angry or something else.

In front of him, Andrei was standing at the wide-open church door, pinching a cigarette butt, one hand in his pocket, lost in thought, and looking effortlessly suave.

"Hey, that, that Andrei?"

Andrei, who seemed to have been waiting for a different voice, turned back in surprise.

Seeing his dazed expression, Father York wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to pull the trigger. There's nothing to say to a dead man.

Bang! The SHAK-12 recoiled.

Andrei, who wore no bulletproof vest, had his upper body blown apart, unrecognizable fragments and blood scattered at the church entrance.

All in all, the mess was unbearable to look at. Father York sat down on the steps, looking at the unrecognizable corpse on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

"Even demons aren't as brazen as you."

Saying so, Father York looked at the mess around the corpse, his mind recalling the 'cleaners' John had introduced to him…