Upon deciding to use a double-barreled shotgun with silver decorations, he made sure it was in good condition and walked toward the other shelves to take a few more things.
As for silver bullets, these weren't necessary to bring since they knew what kind of evil spirit it was, so he went directly to take only salt.
Knowing he had chosen the right weapon, he walked toward a shelf and put on a vest to carry the bullets. He had concluded that maybe thirty bullets were far too few, so he decided to take fifty more.
In terms of quantity, he wouldn't use special bullets to attack humans, so he would only carry special bullets. For normal situations, pistols were always better, so he made sure to bring a simple revolver because that weapon would never jam.
This choice reflected the clear precautions Jonathan took against mistakes; he didn't want to be in any kind of dangerous situation during any mission meant to eliminate any dark entity.
Also, since he didn't want to be the only one carrying weapons, he took an extra shotgun for Doug, who was now his right-hand man. Having an assistant really was better, and for that reason he would make good use of him.
In an instant, Jonathan left the underground storage with large bags, some bigger than others, on his back and hands. He looked at Doug, who immediately helped him carry those bags to the car.
"From the earth we come, and in the earth we shall rest…" Jonathan murmured as he left the house completely closed so no one would enter without his permission.
As for his trees, he would make sure someone from the church came to water them if they needed water. Also, now that he thought about it, he should install an automatic system that would give them water whenever they needed it. There were things he needed to improve, so it was always good to think about many things.
"We won't go in a car, let's take the Mammoth truck…" Jonathan handed the keys to Rafael, who was surprised and nodded upon realizing it was a better option since they were going to a farm, according to what he had heard.
In this era, they might as well have been in the 2000s compared to his previous world, but the technology was much more advanced, holding a strange balance between things that had puzzled Jonathan for some time before he got used to it.
The Mammoth 1000 TRX truck was the best option on the market, and being a 6x6, it was everything someone in his situation could possibly ask for. The beast that this truck was had no name, so they could easily be in any kind of situation and come out unharmed by driving something like this.
Leaving everything in the back seat, Jonathan, who this time wanted to drive, got into the driver's seat and after setting up the GPS, he started the engine.
The Mammoth 1000 TRX was a six-wheeled truck and a color as black as the night itself.
The nursery, which was a large building, had many more modifications than one could see at first glance, turning that place into a very special zone that continued improving.
The events took place on a farm located in Monroe, Connecticut, and it wasn't far from where Jonathan currently lived, something that surprised him even more.
Monroe is a small town. It is characterized by its rural environment and picturesque landscapes. The community in Monroe usually enjoys a calm atmosphere and a close connection to nature.
Therefore, the distance wasn't too short but not too far either; at least the trip would take about an hour. To prevent evil spirits from entering the final phase, the important thing is to eliminate them as soon as possible and contain them in the area where they reside.
On the way, they were occasionally inspected, but Jonathan had a very high-level identity, so his identification was absolutely terrifying, something that kept them out of trouble for carrying weapons.
That identification even gave him immunity for murder, something very few people knew since it was extremely classified to Exorcist Priests. The church handled all of these issues in negotiations with the government, so at times they had even more authority than ignorant politicians.
This was the third time he had been stopped, and he hoped it would be the last, so after handing over the documents, the officer said: "Priest, I wish you a safe trip."
Jonathan nodded and said: "May your good deeds be the fruit of your guardians."
The officer nodded and saluted with a gesture.