Saber sat on the side of the street outside the burning Basazo Building. He wore a pair of sunglasses and seemed to be admiring the night view of New York. Chandler was smart enough to park his car at the corner of the street so as not to disturb his boss's contemplation. Everyone in The Devil Gang knew that their boss was the craziest and most contradictory person in the world.
He was invincible when he was fighting, but when he was contemplating, he was as quiet as a philosopher.
But you have to admit that following such a person in this cold and dark world is a very reassuring thing. At the very least, you won't be hurt before he falls.
Thud, thud, thud.
The rhythmic sound of shoes hitting the ground rang out behind Saber. Angela, covered in blood, walked out of the fire with the Sacred Silver Dagger in her hand. Her expression was sorrowful and hopeless. Her eyes were blank as if she had just experienced the most painful tragedy in the world.
"My sister, Isabella … She, she went to hell. She was used as a laughable sacrifice to summon a demon prince to the present world. The demon told me everything … This is the truth. Because of some crazy people's wild fantasies, they … they sacrificed my sister so easily. They sacrificed my only family member!"
Clang!
The Sacred Silver Dagger hit the ground. She squatted down and curled up like a dog that had its spine broken. She cried in the cold night.
"Why? Why is it Isabella? This is not fair! This is not fair! "
"Fufu …"
Seber took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked up at the sky. It was hard to see the real starry sky in a place like New York, but the thick fog couldn't block Seber's eyes. He looked at the shining stars beyond the clouds and said softly, "You're right.
"When a person, a normal, ordinary person, when she has seen the darkest side of this world, when she has personally experienced the darkest encounter in this world, she can no longer turn back … Girl, but this is a good thing, because she no longer needs to pretend, no longer needs to be like other fools and pretend that evil does not exist."
"You can either face the sin directly, or you can join it, or you can resist it and never compromise until the end of the world."
Saber took out a cigarette and passed it to Angela.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll say that you used to be a police officer, and you'll send criminals to prison. This ridiculous country doesn't have the death penalty, which minimizes the cost of committing crimes. Everyone can commit crimes in the name of survival, but you have to understand one thing … Angela, you have to understand one thing!"
Saber's voice deepened.
"If a man goes to jail, a dog can only die!"
"Your laws can't punish them. Even if they use your sister as a sacrifice, even if they do evil in this city, even if they try to enslave the entire world and return this damned civilization to the Middle Ages, you and I both know that laws can't stop them … You see, you have to do this yourself!"
He stood up and patted Angela on the shoulder.
"Go back and have a good sleep, child. The choice is always in your hands. When the sun rises, you can choose to continue being a normal person, continue to be a defenseless prey, continue to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand …"
Chandler's car slid to Saber's side silently. He opened the door and sat in the back seat. He rolled down the window and said to Angela, who looked confused.
"Or you can become a hunter … You already have the right to choose. You're already much better than most normal people who can only passively endure for their entire lives."
The Bentley disappeared around the corner, leaving behind an empty street, a burning building, and Angela, a soul in the process of metamorphosis.
After a while, Angela reached out to wipe the tears off her face. With the burning flames behind her, she reached out to pick up the Sacred Silver Rune Dagger that was made into a dagger. She carefully wiped the blood off the dagger and turned the blade over. On the silver blade, she saw herself.
Her face was covered in blood and dirt like a lunatic, and her eyes were gradually becoming determined. She stood up and took out her badge from the inner lining of her clothes. She looked at it in front of her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw the badge into the burning flames behind her.
She tied up her hair and put the Sacred Silver Rune Dagger on her belt. Then, she took out the pistol that was loaded with 13 Sacred Silver bullets. She recalled the records in the files in her mind and turned to walk into the darkness.
"If a person goes to jail, a dog … can only die!"
On the other side, when the Mysterious Creature Cleanup in New York was in full swing, a person who had been forgotten by everyone suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness.
"Huff … Huff …"
Constantine breathed heavily. He looked around blankly. This should be a ward. He was lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip inserted into his body. His body was in great pain. It was already great news that he was still alive after taking a direct hit from Hogness.
However, the Spirit Detective clearly knew the situation he was in. The moment he woke up, he struggled to get up from the bed, but the sound of chains clanging against each other made Constantine's face turn ashen. They had actually locked him up with chains.
He turned his head and looked at the three grenades fixed to his pillow in shock. The pull rings were wrapped around his body with steel wires. If he struggled too much, the grenades would be unlocked.
"Bastard! Dogsh * t! "
Constantine cursed fiercely, but after a few minutes of cursing, he fell into a strange silence. His mood had worsened. In the darkness, there was no one around, and he began to feel weak.
"Let me out!"
He suddenly shouted. The chains on his arms rubbed against the hospital bed, making ear-piercing sounds. "I can't stay here! I haven't finished what I'm supposed to do! Let me out! Bastard, Saber! Sergues! Bastard! Let me out! "
"Cough, cough."
The violent roar affected his already terrible body, and he coughed violently. He turned his head, and blood slid out from the corner of his mouth. Don't forget, this guy was already in the late stage of lung cancer. He was about to die.
"Cheryl, no! Let me out! This is my last chance! No! Cheryl! "
He roared like a dying beast, the chains on his arms rattling as he struggled. This was the final cry of despair of someone who lived in the darkness. Look, this guy who didn't seem to care about anything was even shedding tears.
But so what?
No one would respond to him because there was no one here.
Just like the night he lost his sister, the whole world seemed to be empty.
John Constantine, a second-rate exorcist, a first-rate swindler, a first-rate scumbag. In the past thirty years of his life, he had intimate relations with countless women. But, the most important place in his heart had always been his sister.
Cheryl Constantine, a good woman who didn't care if her younger brother was crazy or not. Compared to Constantine's wanton and unrestrained personality, Cheryl was more like an ordinary person. She lived the life of an ordinary person. Other than having an exorcist younger brother, her life was uneventful. But, she still had the happiness of an ordinary person.
She knew very well that her younger brother's dependence on her had crossed the taboo. But, in the end, she still chose to walk into her own life. She was married. She had a husband that was neither good nor bad. She had a cute daughter, Gemma.
But, she still poured her care and concern for her younger brother. It was all the way until Constantine was twenty years old. Cheryl's husband suddenly became addicted to the dark faith. On a stormy night, he hacked his wife to death with an axe and then committed suicide.
All of this happened too suddenly. It directly crushed Constantine's immature spirit. Frantically, he used his magic power to send himself into hell to find his sister. But, in the end, Cheryl chose to protect her husband's soul in hell. She was unwilling to rest in peace.
Under that torment, Constantine chose the worst way to deal with all of this. He deceived his sister in an attempt to let her soul rest in peace. But, the hatred for his soul in hell got in the way. Constantine's lie was exposed. He personally killed his brother-in-law, the initiator of all his evil deeds. But, it was seen by Cheryl.
Because of that, his sister who loved him since childhood started to hate him. Because of that, she fell into hell and lost all hope.
Constantine had done countless wrong things in his life. But, this was the only thing that made him regret it for the rest of his life. From then until now, everything he did could be summed up into two things: survival and saving his sister's soul.
And now, survival was no longer possible. His only hope of saving his sister was about to be extinguished.
"Bastard! Bastard! Let me out! Let me out! "
He shouted crazily. No one responded to him. When he shouted himself hoarse, when he was in despair, the darkness before his eyes rolled and formed a weak dark vortex before Constantine's eyes. A will descended upon the empty villa.
"Despair? Pain? Hatred? Is this the power that has supported you until now? "
That voice whispered in Constantine's ear. "This power is too weak. Detective who walked between the modern world and hell, you are too weak! You want to save a soul, but you can't do anything now! This is the most ironic thing. You are doing the right thing, but another group of people is stopping you. "
"Go kill them! Go kill them! Then, do what you should do... "
"Scram!"
Constantine seemed to be enraged. "Scram! Don't play such tricks in front of me. Show yourself or scram! "
"Hehe, I like to see desperate people like you blindly searching for hope. I won't get tired of this even if I watch for ten thousand years... But, I have a question, John Constantine. You are looking for something that has been taken away by someone else. Instead of asking for it from the current owner, you want to steal it back secretly. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?"
The voice laughed playfully. "Look, Cheryl Constantine's soul is in pain... You love her, don't you? That kind of love is beyond taboo, you disgusting bastard. But it doesn't matter. Isn't hell set up for people like you? Let me tell you a secret... "
"Do you know whose name poor Cheryl was shouting when she was suffering in Hell, when she lost her rationality from being burned by the Hellfire? Do you want to hear it? "
The next moment, a pitiful female voice rang in Constantine's ear.
"No... John, save me! Save me... John! "
Constantine's fists pounded on the steel bed. He roared, "What are you trying to do?! You rat! Maggot! Dogshit! What are you trying to do?! "
"Hahaha."
The voice was not impatient. It slowly said, "Perhaps you don't know this, but you think she cut off her love for you? No, no, no, her taboo love for you is even crazier than your love for her. Look, she also has an original sin. She's a slut who wants to spend her life with her younger brother. Hahahaha! "
"Scram! You're not allowed to insult her! Scram! "
Constantine seemed to have gone mad. If he could move now, he would definitely pounce forward and perish together with the voice of darkness. However, the next moment, the voice of darkness suddenly dissipated. Black flames burned in the chains on Constantine's body, burning them apart.
"Go. Help me get something and wait for my call. John Constantine, you're already at the end of your rope. I'm your final hope... I'll use your soul to exchange for Cheryl Constantine's soul. It's a very fair trade."
"Hehe, you know that I'm different from the others in hell... I keep my word."
"Go. Hold on to your final hope. Don't let it slip through your fingers... You pitiful loser, I'm looking forward to meeting you in hell or the real world... Don't disappoint me!"
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