North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 59 Underground Vault

The priest noticed the two intruders; they reeked of blood and looked like demons crawling out of hell.

He suppressed his fear and asked as calmly and kindly as possible:

"Is there anything I can help you with, child?"

Titus nodded and said:

"I do have a request."

"What?"

"Take me to see Vigo Tarasov."

The priest's smile suddenly froze, his aged eyes filled with a web of fear.

"Don't be nervous, Father."

"The prayer is now over. Routine check."

Titus glanced at John, then turned his head toward the believers behind him.

Before John entered the church, he covered his right hand with his suit coat, under which he concealed a Viper pistol.

This is a competition-grade pistol developed by Taran Tactics, known for its high accuracy and continuous fire capability. It fires 9mm rounds, has an auxiliary magazine, and has a capacity of up to 23 rounds.

He pulled the trigger, firing several shots with Night Demon's lightning-fast reflexes.

In just a few breaths, watermelon juice splattered everywhere, and some people were shot right in the eyebrow before they even had a chance to turn around.

Except for the priest, no believer in the church was spared.

Fresh streams of blood converged and flowed slowly toward the pure white cross of the crucifixion of Jesus.

Titus thought that if time could be turned back a few centuries, John would definitely be a super cowboy who dominated the West.

The priest's face flushed red, and he said angrily:

"You can't do this! You're blaspheming the Lord! You'll be punished!"

Titus said:

"Retribution? Who dares to punish me? Vigo?"

He glanced at the fallen cultists, all of whom had gang tattoos on their necks. Their pistols were tucked into their suit pockets and hadn't been taken out before John wiped them out.

"I think you're the one who's blasphemous, calling a bunch of gang members to gather in the church to pray!"

"Using churches to whitewash sins, thinking that reciting a few Dante verses will make the Lord forgive your sins?"

"How strange! How come people like you, who commit such heinous crimes, like to pretend to be devout believers?"

The priest blushed for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence:

"This is utter slander! I—"

"Snapped!"

Titus slaps the priest.

"What right do you, an old geezer, have to talk if I'm showing off?"

The priest covered his flushed cheeks and glared at Titus.

Titus pulled back the bolt, pressing the massive caliber of the Desert Eagle .50 against the priest's forehead.

"I'm telling you, Father—evil is evil, it will never evolve, and it will forever pursue you, life after life!"

"Now, if you don't want your brain to explode like a sweet watermelon, you'd better take us to Vigo."

"Mr. Vigo... he's not here."

Titus gestured to raise his hand, and the priest, trembling, covered his cheek and hurriedly said:

"But... he left some important things here."

"Aren't you going to lead the way?"

Titus and his companion followed the priest down to the first basement level of the church. The passage was hidden under a concealed panel in a deep, locked room deep within the church.

The basement level was a vault. The priest pressed a switch, and the lights came on. Titus realized they were standing on gold.

Beneath their feet were three layers of tempered glass, and beneath the tempered glass were rows and rows of neatly arranged square gold bars!

At the end of this sinful golden road was a prison-like archive room, which paled in comparison to the gold beneath one's feet.

The priest explained:

"This contains all the evidence of his crimes: recordings, physical evidence, nude photos, extortion..."

"Vigo Tarasov controls the lifeline of the entire city with these things!"

Titus said:

"Open him"

This archive room is separated by two layers of steel gates, like prison doors. The prisoners locked inside are the ones who hold the secrets of the city in Vigo's hands.

Admittedly, Titus could easily cut through the fragile 32mm diameter stainless steel pillar by removing the piano case and taking out his power axe, but there's no need for that; the key is right there in front of him.

Titus pointed to the combination lock in front of the steel door and scolded:

"Enter the password, hurry up!"

The old priest was forced to kneel on the ground in humiliation, his ruddy face staring intently at Titus. He lowered his head in thought, his eyes filled with struggle. After a while, his aged and frail body stopped trembling, and his face slowly calmed down.

The priest looked at Titus, his expression calm as if guided by the Lord, and said softly:

Do you think I would succumb to fear?

"That's right."

"I'll tell you—"

Before the old priest could finish speaking, he heard a familiar sound—the mechanical clanging of the Desert Eagle's bolt being pulled back. He could even see the .50 Magnum bullet hidden inside the muzzle brake as it was pulled back!

God's blessing! This was the first time the old priest had ever seen bullets of this size. He recalled Titus's earlier words, the words "watermelon" and "head" constantly intertwining in his mind, the inescapable premonition flashing through his mind again and again.

In that instant, he felt his brain tremble. In the 0.01 seconds after Titus pulled the bolt, the old priest, without the slightest hesitation, gave a completely instinctive answer:

"I'll tell you—the secret is 3933100."

Titus bent down to enter the password, and the combination lock opened with a click. He hesitated for a moment, crushed the miniature camera he always wore under his collar, and then strode into the archives room.

He randomly picked up a book and flipped through it. It contained records of dirty deals between Vigo and Congressman X, including Congressman X's business dealings with Vigo to hire someone to kill his political enemies, conversation transcripts, audio recordings on USB drives, and even a CD with the words "Records of Congressman X's promiscuous relationships with popular female celebrities" written in English.

And this disc contained a total of 64 discs! In each of TM's films, the male lead is an X official, but the female lead is different. This is not limited to popular female stars and generous female voters who support the vote. Titus even saw a few popular child stars and X officials, and his face immediately turned dark.

Titus thought that, apart from North America, there was nowhere else with so many men with such perverse sexual fetishes. Oh, right, there were also the famous London gentlemen.

He remembered that Congressman X was currently riding high, and he had heard many times that he intended to run for president, and what was his slogan again... Make America Great Again?

Titus certainly doesn't care who becomes the president of North America, but he does care who controls the president of North America. This archive room is tailor-made for him. Vigo has a firm grasp on all the dirt covering New York. Why can't Titus control it?

A terrifying thought exploded in my mind like a thunderclap:

Since I am committed to becoming a god among men, why should I turn a blind eye to such profound evil before me?

Why not follow this divinely ordained clue and eradicate all evil?

John lit the lighter, pretending to set the entire basement ablaze, but Titus held him down.

"Compared to burning these sins..."

"John Wick, are you willing to fight for the greater good?"