In the end, Saber took a taxi home.
The mages had all left with their belongings. They were not willing to work with second-rate swindlers, so they left the unconscious Constantine, the panicking Angela, and the severely injured Father Hannasi to Saber. The latter had to carry the two unconscious bastards for nearly two miles before he managed to hail a taxi in the middle of the night.
"Thank you, Du Pender."
Saber closed the door of the taxi and turned to the enthusiastic Indian driver. "But next time, don't play this kind of South Asian subcontinent music. It gives me a headache, really."
After that, he threw some cash to the driver without looking at it and turned to walk into the dark villa. Not long after, a few gang members who were on night watch came over and brought the three of them out of the car. Angela, the only one who was still conscious, struggled with all her might, but soon three guns were pointed at her. In the end, she had no choice but to be brought into the house.
"You came back really late."
Sergues sat on the sofa in the living room and shook the beer in his hand at Saber. "Want a bottle?"
Saber slumped on the sofa and nodded. Sergues brought him a bottle of beer and some prepared supper. Saber moved his fingers and began to wolf down the food. When Constantine and the other two were brought in, he waved his hand and gestured for the gang members to let them go.
"Oh, also find a doctor to treat the fat man. Look at how pitiful he is. He lost so much blood, he's almost dead."
Sergues ordered with a cigar in his mouth. "Don't let him die here, it's bad luck."
"Yes, Boss!"
A muscular man stepped forward and quickly dragged Father Hannasi out of the hall. Then, Sergues's gaze fell on the unconscious Constantine. The bald man's lips curled into a sinister smile.
He stood up and walked over to Constantine. Angela, who was still a detective, realized that something wasn't right. She took a deep breath and stood in front of Sergei with her arms open.
"What are you doing?"
Sergues lowered his head to look at the young girl. Angela couldn't help but tremble at the anger in his red eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and said loudly, "Who are you? Why did you bring us here? "
"Get out of the way, this has nothing to do with you, little girl."
Sergues reached out and pushed Angela aside effortlessly. He bent down and lifted Constantine from the ground. This guy was no longer as slutty as before. a casual blow from Hognes had caused serious damage to him. Half of his handsome face, half, was covered in blood, and his left arm hung by his side abnormally.
"You bastard, in the end, you still fell!"
He took the lit cigar from the corner of his mouth and pressed it directly on Constantine's finger. It was like touching red-hot charcoal, and the pain instantly woke Constantine up from his coma.
"Ah!!"
The unlucky bastard widened his eyes in pain, but the first thing he saw was Sergei's sinister smile. Seeing the undisguised malice in Sergei's crimson eyes, how could Constantine not know that he had fallen into the hands of the Devil's Gang again? He could even guess what kind of treatment he was about to receive.
Under this kind of intense emotional stimulation, coupled with the fact that his body was already very weak to begin with, his eyes rolled back and he actually fainted again with a crack.
This made the situation very awkward.
Sergues couldn't help but scratch his bald head. He looked at Saber, who had just stuffed the last red sausage into his mouth. He opened the can of beer and took a swig, letting out a satisfied groan.
"Okay, Sergues, don't be so rude. We're just villains, not perverts. Lock him up and get him a doctor. We still need him later."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and shouted at Sergei, who was walking out with Constantine on his shoulder.
"Tie him up with a metal chain and tie a few bombs to him. Don't let this rabbit run away again."
A few minutes later, only Saber, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking beer, and a frightened Angela were left in the living room. The girl was a police officer, and collecting information was her instinct. When Saber spoke, she immediately knew who the person in front of her was.
Four hours ago, the masked man who destroyed St. John's Church and killed an Archangel in front of her!
"What are you doing there? Miss Detective. "
Saber said, "Don't you want to come over for a chat? Or do you want to rest? "
He reached out and pointed. "You can use the room here. You can leave tomorrow morning or now."
"Huh?!"
Angela couldn't believe her ears. Her beautiful eyes shone with suspicion.
"You're letting me go just like that?"
"What else can I do? Play a kissing game with you? "
Saber closed his eyes as if he was resting. His voice was much deeper. "Let me be frank. Your figure and appearance are still lacking. You can't pique my interest at all. Your existence is worthless to me. Do you want me to support you?"
His words were not polite, but when Angela heard it, she heaved a sigh of relief. What she was most afraid of now was being imprisoned. Not only was it to protect herself, but more importantly, it was because of her sister's funeral. If she didn't preside over it, the poor deceased would be stored in the cold freezer for a long time.
But the moment Angela stepped out of the living room, she suddenly thought of something. She hesitated for a few seconds, and as if she had made up her mind, she turned and walked back into the living room. She sat on the sofa opposite Saber.
"Huh?"
Saber snorted. "Why did you come back?"
"I want to know. Are you an exorcist like Constantine?"
Angela's eyes shone with hope. "Constantine said that my sister's supernatural incident is abnormal. In the past four hours, I've seen too many things that don't belong to this world. I want to ask you to help me! Save my sister's soul! "
"Oh? Why? "
Saber didn't open his eyes. Instead, he asked softly, "There's always a reason for everything. Miss Angela, why are you asking for my help?"
"Because you're much stronger than Constantine!"
Angela didn't hesitate. "The success rate of asking for your help is obviously higher."
"Then have you thought of a question … Why should I help you? If I remember correctly, we don't know each other that well, right? "
Seiber opened his eyes. Those dark red eyes made Angela feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. He took a sip of wine and said in a low voice, "Your soul is very special … You have some kind of talent, but you rejected it and chose to live a realistic and stable life. This is your own choice, isn't it? So, do you know what I'm trying to say now? "
He looked straight at Angela, the female detective in front of him.
"Things don't end well for mortals who come into contact with the supernatural. Detective, the fear of the dark that our ancestors passed down isn't without reason. You're just an ordinary person, so go and live a normal life. If I have to give you a suggestion, forget what happened tonight, and bury your sister with grief. Then, go and live your own life."
"But that's my sister! My only family! I can't do it! "
Angela shouted in grief and indignation. She clenched her fists. "Especially after knowing that her death might be a plot by those demons and ghosts. How can I choose to forget all of this? Go and live my life like a coward? There are 30 million people in New York. Why did she have to die?! Why didn't those evil bastards get slaughtered by the demons? Why did it have to be her?! "
"Pain happens all the time, but you still have to live your own life. Do you think it's painful to be an ordinary person? Come on, you're much luckier than those who have lost their lives. "
Saber crossed his legs. Angela's anger didn't affect him at all. He spread out his hands and spoke softly under the dim light like a life coach.
"Ordinary people live by rules. These rules aren't just to restrain you, they're more like a form of protection. No one wants to live like a superhero movie, but in places you can't see, there are always more people fighting against the darkness. Of course, I'm not one of them. So, although it's a pity, I can't help you. As you can see, I'm very busy now. There are at least 10,000 mixed-blood bastards hiding in the crowd in New York that I need to clean up. I really, really don't have the time."
The atmosphere quieted down. After a few minutes, Angela wiped her eyes and looked up at Saber.
"I heard from Constantine about the mixed-blood. I can help you!"
"Hmm?"
Saber looked at Angela suspiciously. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm a detective from NYPD. Constantine said that the biggest problem with hunting down mixed-blood is that it's hard to find them. As long as they don't show their power, even the best exorcist can't find them. Tell me their characteristics, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow. If you think it's not enough, then pretend I never asked."
"Oh, oh, oh. Look, the cute kitten is angry. Do you think you're being looked down on?"
Saber waved his hand.
"There's no need for that, detective. My eyes can see through their disguises. They can't hide from me."
After saying that, he paused and put the bottle of wine in his hand on the table and said with a playful expression.
"… But since you're willing to do this, I don't mind giving you a chance."
"Listen up, little girl. The Supreme Power signed a contract with the Gods and Demons 1,000 years ago. As long as she exists, the Gods and Demons can't step into the real world. However, it's not that they can't enter this world. After their physical bodies can't pass through the barrier, they chose another method, which is to possess the Gods and Demons. In short, many people around you have the souls of Gods and Demons under their human appearances. They're my targets, the mixed-blood!"
"The non-humans hiding in the human world have lived a peaceful life for the past few hundred years. No one thought of them as a threat. They called themselves exiles from Hell, Heaven, or the Outer Realms and came to this world to make a living. But now, we all know that they're just hiding because they have a special mission. The Gods' eyes have never left this world. It's a pity for ordinary people."
"Now, they're ready to tear off their disguises, but this world is still not ready. Just like you, it's not ready at all."
Saber rubbed his chin.
"As for their characteristics, they're no different from ordinary people. However, under certain circumstances, they'll succumb to their own instincts. For example, a person possessed by a demon will suddenly do something horrifying. A father will suddenly kill his daughter, a mother will drown her baby, a husband will murder his wife and eat her. And a person possessed by an angel will have an unavoidable preaching hobby. They'll often form churches and strange cult organizations."
"I got it!"
Angela suddenly interrupted Saber. She raised her head and looked at Saber confidently. "If this is the truth, then we've found the reason why the number of perverted crimes in New York has increased by five times in the past three months. Other than that, there's also a lot of secret preaching activities that we've been monitoring. This will be what you need!"
She took a deep breath and clenched her fists. She lowered her head and said,
"I'll give you all the information I can find tomorrow!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Seiber flicked his tongue. He leaned forward and looked at the detective in front of him as he said playfully.
"I can feel your pain, Angela. I can feel that your will is swinging wildly between loyalty to your job and abusing your power for personal gain. You don't want to betray your job just like that. You know very well that there's a high chance that you're doing something useless. I can totally take your information and kick you away. Most importantly, you can't take revenge on me. All your power is nothing compared to mine. So I'm very curious. Why are you doing this?"
"I'm betting!"
Angela looked at Saber calmly. "I'm betting that you won't do this. I'm betting on hope. I can't ignore Isabella's situation, but in a situation where I can't do anything about it, you're my only hope. And you're the strongest exorcist I've met so far."
"Hmm …"
Saber raised a finger. "No, little detective girl. First of all, I'm not an exorcist. Second, I haven't promised you yet. Let's talk about it after I see your sincerity. You see, I'm actually a mercenary. As long as your price is high enough and valuable enough, I don't mind helping you discover your true power."
He looked at Angela. "You know what? When I first saw you, I knew that you once had the opportunity to become a member of this world. You know this too, don't you? "
"Knock."
Saber tapped his finger on the table in front of him.
"So, an equivalent exchange is the norm for people like us."
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