Father Hannacy was the exorcist who had asked Constantine to help him deal with the evil spirits in Chinatown. In New York's chaotic gray area, he relied on his half-baked exorcism skills and his mastery of psychology to make a living. After more and more supernatural incidents had appeared in recent months, Father Hannacy's income had tripled, and he could be said to be very proud of his success.
Of course, he was just an inconspicuous link in this special industry. In the eyes of the real bigwigs, he was just a bug that could be easily squashed.
But even so, we couldn't underestimate this fat and bald middle-aged man. To be able to eat this bowl of rice, and to be able to eat it for more than ten years, this already proved that Father Hannasi had the real deal.
Constantine had a pair of "Yin-Yang Eyes" that allowed him to see ghosts since he was a child. This also prompted him to enter the circle of liars and scumbags when he grew up. Father Hannasi, on the other hand, lost his church and friends in an accidental demon invasion 15 years ago, but he accidentally gained a pair of special ears.
Even though he did not get it from resources.
"Okay, listen to me, Hannasi!"
Constantine held a cigarette in his hand as he sat in the magnificent villa decorated by the priest. He sincerely said to the priest who was eating beef jerky with a look of disdain.
"I just need you to listen to the voice from hell. I swear, it will only take five minutes, and then you can continue to be free with your amulet. Do me a favor, buddy!"
Hannasi lived in a palace-like villa, but he wore a sloppy jacket that looked like it had not been washed for more than ten days. He glanced at Constantine as he ate the delicious beef jerky. He used his oily hand to hold the circular pendant hanging in front of his chest and quickly shook his head.
"No! No! John, you have seen the recent changes in the city. Who knows how many mixed-blood angels and demons have sneaked into New York. Under such circumstances, if you listen to their voices, it will easily lead to terrible trouble. I mean, trouble that you can't deal with! "
"Damn it!"
Constantine snatched the beef jerky from Hannasi's hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He mumbled as he chewed.
"I want to know why the mysterious creatures from both worlds are sneaking into New York at this time. Something must have happened. I can't let them interfere with what I want to do!"
He threw the empty bag into the trash can and wiped his greasy fingers on Father Hannasi's clothes. He sat on the table in front of him and looked at Father Hannasi seriously.
"Help me this time, Hannasi! For the sake of our many years of friendship! "
The priest looked at Constantine. His expression seemed to relax a little, but he quickly grabbed his amulet again and shook his head.
"No, no! Apart from this, Constantine, this is the only thing we can't do. It will kill us all! "
"Fuck!"
Constantine waved his fist fiercely. He walked over and gestured at Detective Angela, who was drinking tea on the other side.
"It's your turn."
Angela nodded, stood up, and calmly walked to Father Hannacy's side. The priest looked at this young and beautiful woman and frowned.
"Hey, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to seduce me? "
Click.
A cold object was pressed against the priest's neck. A police badge appeared in front of him and Angela's cold voice.
"Hannasi Hudel, you were charged with murder, planning an explosion, and threatening the government 15 years ago. Unfortunately, you ran away at that time. But now, facing me, how are you going to answer the question just now?"
The detective's expression was cold as she entered work mode. Her entire body was emitting a murderous aura. The priest trembled as he held his head and shouted.
"No! I didn't do it! It was the devil! It was all done by the devil! "
"Leave that to the judge. Maybe he will believe you and sentence you to be released in court …"
Angela's eyes were expressionless. The priest, who was well-versed in psychology, knew what she wanted him to do from her actions and words. But this was the problem. He couldn't refuse.
Constantine's voice sounded "at the right time."
"You see, Hannasi, you owe me a lot. Help me this time and we'll call it even!"
He pressed his hand on Angela's finger and asked her to let go of Father Hannasi. He reached out and patted the priest's shoulder. He leaned forward and put his head next to the priest's ear.
"You see, at most 5 minutes, maybe even 3 minutes. Then we'll leave. I have the materials for the concealment circle. No one will know that you did it. There's almost no risk, right? Or do you really want to experience NYPD's prison? "
The spirit detective chuckled.
"Fighting with humans and dead souls is different. You'll be beaten up badly. I heard that there are some prisoners in prison who have unique tastes. Maybe you'll be …"
"Enough!"
Father Hannasi shouted. "Prepare the concealment circle and get me all the newspapers related to what you want to investigate! Only 3 minutes, you bastard! Pray that you're lucky enough! "
Constantine and Angela looked at each other. Although they didn't say it out loud, there was a message in their eyes.
"Happy working with you!"
A moment later, Father Hannacy sat in front of his specially made desk. There were piles of newspapers in front of him. They were all flipped to the pages of the recent series of tragedies in New York. A concealment magic circle drawn on a wooden board with charcoal hung behind Father Hannacy. Constantine and Angela sat on a sofa 15 meters away from him.
The priest gritted his teeth and removed the amulet from his chest. His ears started to twitch, and his entire body seemed to be in terrible pain. His eyes started to turn white, and his fingers started to search the newspapers. This scene was very horrifying, and Angela could not help but clench her fists tightly as she said softly, "Father,
"What is this?"
"Shh!"
Constantine lowered his voice. "Hannasi can hear the whispers of hell. This ability comes with the arrival of disasters. He is actually more like a prophet. He can find some clues from those whispers. Although most of them are mysterious and obscure, in the past ten years, his predictions have all proved that those clues were correct."
"Don't underestimate him just because of his terrible appearance. If this guy was willing to spend more time on exorcism, he would have become the best exorcist in New York."
Angela nodded. She looked at the newspapers that Father Hannasi had thrown to the ground. She seemed to feel that something was wrong. She turned her head abruptly. It was night outside the window, and it was as quiet as usual. She felt that the atmosphere was slowly becoming strange. She couldn't help but speak again.
"Will we be able to find clues related to Isabella's death?"
"No! This is to find out the reason for the recent outbreak of mysterious creatures in New York. "
Constantine played with a cigarette in his hand. "As for Isabella, after Hannasi is done listening, we'll go to your house. I'll personally go to hell to find her …"
Angela's expression turned ugly.
"So, we've been busy with your matters for half a day?"
Constantine shrugged. Just as he was about to speak, a black shadow flashed past the villa's window. The spirit detective's expression froze.
"Shh! There's movement! "
He stood up and walked to the window. He looked out of the night sky. In the next moment, a black shadow flew past the window like a black storm, bringing with it the whistling of the wind. There was also a trace of madness that seeped into Constantine's eardrums. He couldn't help but be dazed for a moment.
He trembled as he retreated. Angela held his shoulder and looked at him.
"What's going on?"
"They're here!"
Constantine quickly took out the Book of Solomon from his pocket and held it in his hand. At the same time, the lights in the villa began to flicker and slowly extinguish one by one.
"Let's go!"
Constantine's expression was extremely ugly. He rushed towards Hannasi and roughly put the talisman around his neck. The moment the talisman closed, the priest's consciousness immediately returned to his body. The first thing he saw was the dimming lights in the hall, and the strange creatures flapping their wings outside the window. He screamed, "Hey, Hannasi, I'm going to kill you!
"Damn it! They're here! "
"Take your holy water! Let's go! "
The spirit detective took the four newspapers from Hannasi's hands and stuffed them into his arms. He rushed to the villa's door with Angela. The priest shouted behind them.
"Don't go out! There's an exorcism magic array in my villa. Did you forget? You sold it to me, the biggest one! We're very safe here! "
"Don't be silly!"
Constantine turned back and shouted. "That's a fake! It can't protect you. If you don't want to be caught, then follow me! "
Bang bang bang!
When the lights were about to extinguish, the creatures surrounding the villa began to hit the glass. The entire hall was filled with the sound of glass shattering. An indescribable smell filled the entire villa.
Constantine kicked open the door and took out a golden metal tube that looked like a gun from the previous era. He stuffed it into Angela's hand, who was holding a pistol with a frightened expression.
"Put away your pistol. That thing is useless against them. Take this! When I say fire, I'll aim and pull the trigger! "
The girl held the metal tube in her hand. It wasn't cold to the touch. Instead, it felt warm. The priest followed from behind. He was holding a funny water bottle that was filled with concentrated holy water.
"Spirit of Light, listen to my call. Open up everything in front of you!"
Boom!
Constantine pressed his finger on the Book of Solomon. His other hand made a mysterious hand seal. After he chanted the incantation, a sharp light shot out from his palm and pierced through the darkness. It also pierced through the monster that was pouncing towards him.
The moment the light lit up, Angela saw the monster. It had red skin, wings, sharp claws, and a triangular tail. It also had a twisted face and curved horns.
It screamed and wanted to tear the guy in front of it apart. However, in the next moment, its body was pierced through by the Seal of Solomon. It didn't die. Instead, it was burned to ashes in an instant. It only had time to let out a piercing shriek.
"Go to the car!"
Constantine's left hand slashed crazily in all directions as if he was waving a sword. There was no order to it, but the Sword of Light was extremely lethal against these dark creatures. Everywhere it went, only dark ashes were scattered on the ground.
There was also a nauseating smell.
Bang, bang, bang!
The three of them broke through with difficulty and finally escaped into Angela's car. They closed the car windows and started the engine as fast as they could. Angela couldn't help but look up at the sky. There were close to a hundred winged demons that covered the sky. They chased after the car in the darkness and attacked continuously.
They crazily used their ugly faces to hit the car window. The sturdy bulletproof glass only lasted for 15 seconds before terrifying cracks appeared. The worst thing was that they surrounded the front of the car and blocked the windows tightly. Angela couldn't see the road in front of her and could only drive based on her instincts.
Ding, ding, ding, ding.
First, it was Angela's phone. Then, it was Constantine's phone. Finally, it was Father Hannasi's phone. It was ringing crazily in a strange way. Angela subconsciously wanted to answer the call, but Constantine snatched the phone away and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it and crushed it into pieces.
"Continue driving! The demons are calling. If you answer the call, your soul will be tempted … It's an old trick from more than ten years ago. "
The pale-faced Constantine sat in the passenger seat, his fingers quickly flipping through the pages of the Book of Solomon. After a few seconds, he pointed at the illustration on the page and turned his head to Father Hannasi, saying, "Father Hannasi.
"Prepare the holy water. Let's set up a large-scale purification array and let these d * mned b * stards …"
Bang!
Without any warning, the car that was surrounded by the winged demons was lifted from the ground by a huge force as if it had hit a stone pillar. It flipped in the air for more than ten rounds before finally crashing onto the grass outside the road.
Puff!
The heavy impact caused Constantine to spit out a mouthful of blood when he climbed out of the car. He struggled to lie on the ground that was full of broken glass and mud. He held the Book of Solomon in his arms. He struggled to turn his head and saw the figure that was surrounded by the Dark Bat Demons walking out of the darkness step by step.
"Constantine … You are involved in something that you shouldn't be involved in … Your ugly soul has been lingering at death's door for too long. Today, let it go where it should go."
"Basazo! You shouldn't be here! "
Constantine stood up from the ground with his hand on his chest. He looked at the person in front of him who was surrounded by demons. He was wearing a well-fitting blue striped shirt and had his hair combed and shiny. He was holding a cane in his hand. This guy was not a nobody. Before the arrival of the Chaos, this guy was the leader of the most powerful mixed-blood demons in New York and even the entire East Coast. He was one of the direct spokesmen of hell.
"You … How did you cross the boundary and enter this world!"
"What? Don't you know the strongest detective of hell in Manhattan? The agreement of the gods has been broken. This world will soon return to our hands! "
A gentle smile appeared on Basazo's face as if he was talking to an old friend. He waved his left hand, and a burning bone sword appeared in his hand. His nose twitched as if he was swallowing saliva.
"Ah, Constantine, what fresh flesh of the dead … It's so fragrant …"
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