Chapter 434
Mengxi time, three o'clock in the morning.
Hang up Vera's call from the train station.
Cole sat in a chair, frowned and lit a cigarette.
'system, enter the Constantine movie world. '
'Detect the current lifeform sign...'
'Start to digitize...'
'Calibrate the timeline...'
'Background story generating...'
Suddenly.
Since the cold mechanical synthesis sound has arrived.
After a brief silence.
The impetuous, fast-paced noisy unique to city streets, sounded in Cole's ears.
Open your eyes.
The afternoon sun is sultry and dazzling.
Myriad Treasures, the choking smell of the road floats into the nose.
Cole took a deep breath.
The sidewalk that crosses the road between pedestrians.
Walk 20 meters west.
Over the homeless tents everywhere.
lifts the head.
A small store with a half-open rolling shutters, it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is extremely messy.
Even the cheap neon light doors that should have been lit, were washed away by the rain, bleached and tattered.
DemonBBQ.
The name of the store.
On the surface, it looks like a hippie-run restaurant that sells American-style barbecue. However, the harsh environment, and the wicked doorway make it unwilling to patronize even homeless homeless people. .
Afterwards.
The system hint tone sounded again.
'known to everyone where you are from, demon-hunter.
When you came to this World, countless devils coveted your innate talent, a powerful psychic far beyond all mortals.
An attempt to dominate your soul and become a spokesperson for them to walk on the earth.
Until they have suffered enough in your hands, this barely dispels unrealistic ambitions. '
'You run a strange office in the City of Angels. Although the business is bleak, you have never cared.
Until five years ago.
A devil possession case, you met the famous...or notorious John Constantine.
Then...
According to his summon Satan.
I suddenly thought of a wonderful note.
Since they can do nothing, unfathomable mystery appears in the demon-hunter of the world, why not take the opportunity to connect you and Constantine, life like a candle in the wind? '
'Recently, you feel more and more weak in your body, as if something is greedily eating your life force...'
Mechanical synthesis The sound ends.
Standing outside the office.
Cole smoked the last cigarette and crushed it on the wall.
Bent over.
Go into the shop.
Snap your fingers.
The originally dim, small, dusty office is rapidly changing under the operation of supernatural forces.
The ground keeps expanding.
The gentle spotlights light up one by one.
A wall cabinet displaying various firearms appears behind the metal feel bar.
Nimosaen’s lantern was hung in the center of the room and shook gently.
Go to the bar.
He picked up the glass, poured half a glass of whiskey, and drank it with his head up.
A violent cough.
The severe pain in the lungs makes Cole brows tightly knit.
I'm really at a loss to those bastards, I can figure out the stigmatizing trick of life connection, damn...who did you learn this from?
Continue to develop like this.
I'm afraid.
Until John Constantine died of lung cancer, he would be sucked out of life force first, and died in the mockery of devil's conspiracy.
Look at the wall clock on the wall.
No surprises.
The famous John, should now exorcise a little girl in a low-cost apartment building.
Pour half a glass of whiskey again.
This time.
The sound of the rolling gate colliding suddenly sounded in the office.
However.
Customers who visit the store can't see the real office created by the power of Nimosaen's lantern at all.
Cole is holding a wine glass.
thoughts move.
A broken wooden door suddenly appeared on the office wall.
Not long.
A woman of Brother Xi descent with sweat on her forehead cautiously opened the wooden door.
The first sight of Cole sitting in front of the bar.
There are also wall cabinets full of guns.
She once thought, did she go in the wrong place?
Compared to the legend.
The'devil barbecue' office specializing in exorcism. The style here... is completely a place where a gang runs and illegally sells guns.
Standing at the door.
Hesitated for a long time, clenched his hands in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the devil barbecue office? I'm coming to Mr. Cole."
Cole leaned against the bar , Frowning brows, and indifferent face, as if one left and one right, two English words are written: badguy (badguy).
"It's me."
I got a positive answer.
The woman exhales one mouthful of impure air, she took a step forward and said in a hurried tone, "My daughter has become very weird recently.
I took her to the hospital for an examination. .
But the result of the examination, the doctor said there was no problem, and then..."
Cole interrupted her incoherent voice, indifferently said, "You can find me, and the priest will deal with it. I can't help the thing hiding in your daughter's body, so he asked you to come here to find me."
The woman hurriedly nodded.
It seems that I remembered something again, opened the handbag in a panic, took out a stack of old banknotes and held it in the palm of his hand, begging, "The priest said, it takes a lot of money to ask you to do it, but... these It is all my savings and Dan, I am here to beg you, Mr. Cole.
Save my daughter."
Drink half a glass of whiskey in one sip.
Put down the wine glass.
Cole stepped up to her, tall, condescending, and full of oppression.
"What's her name?"
The woman took a step back, afraid to look into the eyes of the demon-hunter, glanced away, replied, "Molly, Molly Parker, Sir."
Extend your hand.
In the woman's hand, took an old twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it into her pocket.
With a snap of their fingers, the two of them returned to the dirty and broken shop in an instant, and while walking out, they took out a cigarette and lit them, frowned, "The people in the church have never liked me, madam.
p>But the necessary rewards are part of the rules."
This time.
The system hint sound suddenly sounded.
'Side mission one, has been generated. '
'Although John Constantine is very good at dealing with devil and unruly hybrids, one's energy is limited after all.
So.
If you are forced to do nothing, the priest will let the desperate mother go to the devil barbecue office and ask you for help. '
'Task objective: to ensure that Molly Parker survives. '
'Task reward: Daoist's body protection symbol; failure penalty: no smoking. '
A glance at the statement given by system.
Cole continued, "Tell me first, before your daughter became abnormal, did she ever come into contact with anything that looks abnormal.
Psychic Board, or Soul Evocation game or something."
The woman followed Cole, and she looked a little puzzled at first.
After all.
The image of'Mr. Cole' she heard from the priest is exactly the image of an insatiable Jewish businessman.
But the other party is not only willing to help her.
It's just a token charge of twenty dollars as a reward.
The woman covered her mouth, tears flickered in her eyes, closed her eyes and shook her head, took a deep breath, her voice trembled slightly, and explained, "My daughter occasionally sees something strange.
I always thought she was lying until last week..."
The time to speak.
Cole stopped a taxi.
The two galloped towards the destination.