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🕑 Added 2025-08-18 09:12:31 +0000 UTCA simple priest... Or so I thought
Chapter 25 - A Chaotic Place
The Healing Church is a large organization spread across the world, and although it is funded by the governments of different countries, it remains secret even within those nations.
In many places around the world, darkness reigns in silence. A good example would be those countries that have always lived in war or where evil exists. Darkness manifests in different ways, and even if they are prepared, many times they lose the battle without being able to do anything.
As he rode the elevator up to the mall, Jonathan arrived at a clothing store. If someone came to shop, it would only be for clothes, but Jonathan knew perfectly well there was another business behind it.
Many of his weapons were obtained here—some modified, others made specially according to his requests.
All the special ammunition, although Jonathan knew how to manufacture it, was crafted here at perfect quality, and he had never had any problems obtaining it directly from this location.
Upon entering, Jonathan, with his serene expression, nodded at the employee’s greeting. But since he had been to this place many times, he went straight to the back.
There, at the far end, stood a tailor carefully inspecting a black suit he had recently placed on one of the mannequins. This elderly man was named Fabian Reyes. His family had traveled to this part of the world, and now, as the eldest, he was in charge of this place.
When Fabian saw Jonathan, he smiled modestly and said, “Father Jonathan, may I help you in some way?”
Jonathan opened the suitcase he was carrying and said, “I have some trophies I want framed. I’ll also need a new round of supplies.”
Fabian looked at the contents of the suitcase. There were some bone weapons and gold watches—not simple things to look at. But since these were Jonathan’s trophies, he would do whatever Jonathan wanted with them.
“Father Jonathan, did you just return from a job?”
Jonathan nodded slightly, so Fabian said, “If I’m to call you Father, there should be a reason. Do you still have new things that might interest me?”
Fabian smiled faintly, picked up the suitcase, and without another word walked toward what seemed to be the restrooms. “Father Jonathan, please, come with me.”
Jonathan nodded and followed him without saying a word.
After passing the restrooms, Fabian opened a door at the end, and the two walked down a narrow hallway until they reached a large room filled with shelves upon shelves of firearms.
On the other side, there were black suits—bulletproof against numerous shots—and another, more special one designed for different types of ammunition.
All these shelves lined the walls, and in the center stood red sofas where special guests were treated with more respect.
The design was highly technological, abandoning all the classic appearance of the exterior. Every time Jonathan came here, he compared this place with his own messy storage and always resolved to clean it, something that never ended up happening.
“Father, please, have a seat.”
Fabian glanced at Jonathan, who was still looking around. “I’ll give you a list once I check my inventory.”
Jonathan shook his head and, instead of sitting on the sofa, walked toward a shelf full of firearms and picked up an automatic rifle.
Under the reflection of the walls and the white lights, these firearms were nothing but poison, seducing men’s desire to buy them.
Fabian smiled modestly, letting Jonathan examine the new weapons that had arrived at the shop.
“If what you’re looking for is penetration power, what you’re holding is an FN FAL, which stands for Fusil Automatique Léger. This Belgian-made automatic rifle has been used by several armed forces. It fires the 7.62 x 51 mm NATO cartridge, well known for its power.”
“On the other hand, we have the H&K G3, manufactured by Heckler & Koch. The G3 is a German battle rifle that also uses the 7.62 x 51 mm NATO cartridge.”
Jonathan felt the weight of the weapon and familiarized himself with its size. He placed it back in its spot but set aside the ones he wanted for his own use.
Fabian, smiling proudly to the side as though holding a child, said, “If what you want is a rifle with power, I recommend the FVR-8. A beautiful custom-made piece capable of firing at high speed. It uses a custom 8 mm caliber cartridge designed to maximize stopping power and penetration, while maintaining an optimal balance between weight and performance.”
Jonathan looked at the new weapon, its fierce appearance making him smile faintly.
“That FVR-8 is equipped with a gas-assisted reloading mechanism that significantly reduces the time between shots, allowing for rapid successive fire without compromising the weapon’s stability.”
“You’re always finding ways to get me to take more than I planned…” Jonathan muttered as he set the rifle on the glass case.
“Bring me the ammunition I requested as well, the revolvers too, and I want fragmentation grenades,” Jonathan said as he picked up high-caliber pistols like the Desert Eagle.
“Very well, Father.”
Jonathan sat on the sofa while waiting for his items, but after a while Fabian’s voice came from behind him. “By the way, Father Jonathan, have you heard the news about Mr. Jardani Jovanovich?”
“Who?” Jonathan looked puzzled, since he had never heard that name before.
Fabian approached and smiled: “John Wick!”
Jonathan’s eyebrows rose. He recognized that name because he knew exactly who Fabian was talking about.
“They’re offering a huge sum for his head,” Fabian said with a mysterious smile.
Jonathan sighed and said, “That’s not my business…”
“Everyone knows what his family is involved in and their close ties with the High Order. He may even end up caught in the battle that is unfolding.”
“It’s still not my business…”
Jonathan, a little confused, stood up, paid the bill, and requested that the rest of the items be sent to his home.
