Chapter 253: An Unforgettable Face

Jim had no choice but to accept himself as a sinner and tell him everything, including the location of the void rift, in response to his question.

York had some other guesses about the situation with the void rift.

This guess came from the comparison of the size of the monsters now and the size of the rift described by Jim.

From this piece of information, he concluded that the size of the monsters might be determined by the size of the rift.

That is to say, as the rift continued to expand, the monsters that invaded later became bigger and stronger.

Therefore, he wanted to easily resolve the current fog incident and mission before the situation got too serious. Heading out now to seal the rift directly and stop the situation from worsening was the most correct choice at the moment.

So, when he made this decision, the atmosphere at the scene became somewhat miraculous.

"Father, I can lead the way for you," Jim said earnestly.

"Jim!"

The call came from his family and friends nearby, but Jim just looked at the priest preparing his weapons, his face serious.

"I know everything about that place."

What he hadn't expected was that the legendary exorcist priest glanced at him and indifferently refused his offer to lead the way.

"I don't want to be distracted by having to protect you."

York picked up a set of backpack-mounted chain guns and passed one to the silent John Wick.

"I don't need your protection; I can take care of myself." Jim still didn't want to give up. Seeing the death of his comrades and considering himself a sinner as a member of the research team, he had always had a strong desire for redemption.

York sensed his intentions but chose to ignore them. At best, the other party was just a tool for him to understand the situation. If he wanted to die, that was fine, but he shouldnouslyn't bother him with it.

"Father..." Jim still wanted to argue, but was directly pulled back by Mike and some brothers behind him.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"Before you want to die, can't you think about us?"

"What will we do if you die?"

Listening to the voices from that side, York continued to pick up the next set of backpack-mounted chain guns, feeling a certain gaze upon him and instinctively looked in its direction.

A girl with a delicate face was staring at him with a pair of burning eyes, only to hurriedly shift her gaze away when she saw him looking.

York knew who she was; she was Georgina, the girl he had saved after firing his gun for the first time, apparently Jim's sister.

Seeing her panicked and dodging look, York first hung the two magazines-filled backpacks on himself, indifferently picked up the third set of backpack-mounted chain guns, then grabbed the backpack with the rocket launcher.

He, with two sets of chain guns, and John Wick with one set of chain guns and a rifle hanging on his body, were all the stock of this private shooting club had, along with two rocket launchers.

Of course, there were other things, but filling the chain guns was more troublesome than the magazines, which was really too time-consuming.

As the saying goes, a moment of hard work leads to a moment of enjoyment, and the enjoyment needs time to exchange, but he didn't have much time. As long as there were enough magazines, that was enough, no need to be too entangled.

"Let's go, John."

York said, bearing a weight ordinary people could not bear, he walked towards the main door on his own, his tall figure hung with various weapons and backpacks, casually.

Behind him, John Wick, carrying a chain gun and a backpack full of full magazines, followed silently like a wordless bodyguard.

Eileen, who had been watching, followed silently as well, but at the front door, she was still stopped by the priest.

"You stay here. There's a protective safe room and equipment here, plus enough food to support you for five days, which is actually the safest place."

Eileen pursed her lips, silent down, knowing her situation, just as the priest had said to the soldier before, following him would only be a burden.

This made Eileen feel somewhat unwilling, but she was helpless. If it were some other supernatural event, she might still be of some use, but for these physically substantial monsters, her small frame was too weak.

York didn't know what the little nun was thinking, looking at her silent figure, he just smiled:

"Wait here for me to come back."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he walked towards his car with John Wick, entered the driver's seat under his gaze, and left the club's parking lot amid the roaring engine sound.

The dense fog became thicker and thicker, indicating that the fog coming out of the rift was still spreading.

Driving through this day-blocking fog, York glanced at the rearview mirror; John Wick's figure had already disappeared in the fog, but he saw him turning back to the club through the 3D map.

York sighed lightly, looking at the bloodstains and unidentified chunks on the ground, his eyes becoming more serene.

He identified the direction, followed the map he had memorized, stepped on the gas, and made no effort to conceal his approach.

Buzz! Buzz!

York announced his position through the roaring engine of the car.

At this moment, the silence's cries directly attracted the attention of many monsters, who began to slowly walk towards the sound source.

What they didn't know was that York did this deliberately.

"This should attract quite a few monsters."

"To draw away as many as possible for these ordinary people,

that's all I can do."

York's spirit erupted with the use of magic, and the firearms in the car automatically flew out.

In York's imagination, monsters come from their homeland through the rift, so their number must be limited; the more he could kill, the less pressure on the humans trying to escape.

Da-da-da!

A series of gunshots appeared in the dense fog.

Only a pile of monster corpses was left under the gunfire.

Wherever the dark muscle skin appeared, the continuous gunfire would sound.

As long as they are carbon-based life forms, they can't possibly withstand this kind of firepower with their flesh and blood.

York, inside the car, while the vehicle's exterior had several cz805bren assault rifles floating in the air.

The muzzles da-da-da emitted smoke, hitting the attacking monster group all over with blood.

Scorpion beasts, spiders, some monsters.

In the 3D map, dense, bizarre forms were surrounding the Ford Raptor at the center.

York's expression was unchanged, only using telekinesis in combination with a radar-like 3D map, controlling the backpack-mounted chain guns floating in the back of the car, da-da-da shooting at the attacking variety of monsters.

For a time, a strange scene was presented.

Floating around all four sides and continuously da-da-da shooting, the machine guns and rifles' muzzles emitting firelight were like the car's limbs, automatically defending and attacking the incoming enemies.

And York, sitting in the driver's seat responsible for driving, was the brain controlling everything.

The shell casings kept falling off, at this moment it was like a battle between a Gundam or a mobile fortress and monsters.

Sensing that the rifles with only a hundred rounds of ammunition capacity were about to run out, York did

 nothing but instantly surged with telekinesis under his will, turning into a pair of invisible hands.

These invisible hands took two magazines from the co-pilot seat's already open backpack, directly came to the bottom of the floating cz805bren assault rifles, inserting them into the fallen magazine well.

Click! The firepower continued, and the cycle repeated.

York, with a calm face, controlled the steering wheel, driving the car slowly on the road, but the firepower on the car could cover all around, hitting the attacking monsters so they couldn't get half close to the car.

As time passed, the number of monsters surrounding them began to change from dense to few and far between.

With this strange combat style, York actually cleared the area of monsters again.

"This is probably only the small ones in the front; it needs to be done quickly."

Thinking of the monsters seen along the way, some of which were larger, York had some enlightenment in his heart; he started to speed up, driving over the corpses of monsters on the road, heading towards the location of the rift quickly.

The location of the rift was at a base behind the mountains, and he had to pass through Trellis Town and Stoga Town to reach the mountain road.

This distance inevitably goes through the main character's location in the fog movie, the supermarket where he was trapped.

But York really didn't care to look, because he couldn't drag this event out for several days.

Movies are movies, and reality is reality; he couldn't go out of curiosity just because of the movie; he only had one goal, at least to solve this so-called void rift before the large monsters came out.

But obviously, York's actions also inadvertently saved many lives.

Driving on the road, he often saw one car after another parked in place, waiting to die.

Around Trellis Town's road.

Pa-pa-pa!

A rifle floating and guarding the right side of the Ford Raptor suddenly fired.

With the gunfire roaring, several monsters hitting a private car three meters in front of the fog instantly exploded and fell to the ground in blood.

"This is..."

The family of four in the car, including the man, Raru, and the woman, Amber, holding their children, all widened their eyes, not understanding the situation, but they saw a black, blood-stained pickup truck slowly emerging from the fog, driving past their car.

Boldly appearing in their eyes.

In their eyes, this was a very special car, with many firearms floating around it automatically, but such a strange and illogical scene injected a life-giving potion into their already despairing hearts.

"Mom! Gundam! Transformers!"

The two children hiding in their mother's arms naively pointed to the approaching strange car and excitedly said.

In their naive minds, the Ford Raptor's appearance could only be described as Transformers or robots, because what they saw was very much in line with their imagination.

The guns floating around the car kept da-da-da emitting firelight, like a mobile fortress firing and splattering the monsters with blood.

But what they didn't know was that their parents were staring at the car's driver with dumbfounded faces.

Noticing the gaze, York looked at the family of four in the private car, nodded in acknowledgment, then drove the strange Ford Raptor past them.

Swoosh!

Leaving behind a family of four that would probably never forget this scene and the people in it for the rest of their lives.

"My God! We've been saved."

They realized later, hugging each other tightly in a post-disaster survival manner.

Only Raru, as the head of the family, holding his wife and children, cried with joy as he looked in the direction where the strange car had just disappeared, remembering the man in the car.

"Who... is he?"

Da-da! Da-da!

Soon after, the gunshots roared again.

The flying monsters attacking a stationary bus were hit by precise shots and called out in pain.

In the car, the passengers and driver huddled together, shivering, watched as the flying monsters ready to break the glass were shot one by one, squealing and trembling into brushes before falling.

This scene left everyone in the car in a daze, they seemed to sense something, and with a blank look, they looked in the left direction.

Buzz!

A black pickup truck appeared in the dense fog, and the source of the gunfire was the floating rifles outside the car, continuously shooting.

They became stunned, their eyes following the movement of the car, just blankly watching the strange, firelight-emitting pickup drive past.

In that instant.

As they passed by, they all saw the man in the car through the window, seeing his resolute profile.

"..."

This was a profile they would never forget...

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