Chapter 444
Club manager’s office.
Under the sound insulation effect.
The noisy nightclub BGM is particularly dull.
"...John, even if you forget, that thing can still kill you.
You also know that I am neutral, as long as the balance is not broken , I will not be partial to either side."
Constantin complexion pale, standing opposite the boss table, seems to be looking back at the past, saying, "Before you opened this bar, you were by the strength of oneself against thirty devil’s Witch Doctors, and I..."
Exhale the waste smoke of the cigar at midnight, eyes slightly narrowed, indifferently said, "and you are Constantine, famous John Constantine.
But that's also passed."
Obviously.
This powerful voodoo warlock sensed that Constantine's life was about to end.
Waiting for him.
Only fall into hell.
And those devils that he had personally sent down will surely hold a grand welcome party for him.
If it is evaluated by the standard of demon-hunter.
Constantin is an excellent psychic, but he is definitely not qualified.
Cunning.
Negative.
The only life is also drowned in lies.
People in the industry understand.
Comparative methods are curious, devil and angels are unwilling to provoke voodoo warlock daddy midnight.
Or.
The one who slaughtered the devil, trampled on the angels, and said his name could make the whole hell absolute silence. Even Satan and God had no way to terrifying demon-hunter.
The acting style of John Constantine is destined to fall into hell and end in a miserable way.
Devil is not only not afraid of him.
He even hates him!
Constantine originally wanted to continue to bring out the evidence, pull the midnight into the water, and help him fight the coming dark invasion.
It's a pity.
No one wants to believe this nonsense.
Especially his colleagues.
Sell all kinds of fakes to midnight.
Rely on tricks to tease Satan and Archangel.
The succubus of hell full of sweet words...or, ignoring the gender difference, abducts a beautiful angel to sleep with him.
Even...Even the notorious demon-hunter followed his way in a collaboration.
At midnight, I would rather believe that the wild dog on the roadside is the deity of God than believe every word Constantine uttered.
This time.
A very discordant voice sounded at the door.
"Wow, it's terrifying."
Hear the sound.
Constantin turned around, said solemnly, "Balthazar."
This mixed-race devil, who likes to wear a striped suit and dressed as a gentleman, plays with a coin in his hand. , Shake his body very obscenely, said with a smile, "Just what you just said can make me happy all night."
In the world.
They have nothing to do with this cunning guy.
But if the famous Constantine, his face and soul fall into hell after death...many things are beyond his control.
I thought of this.
Balthazar just felt comfortable all over, highlighting a refreshment.
John, who is already full of evil fire, can't bear this kind of provocation.
Step forward.
While reaching for something in the inner pocket of the coat, he threatened loudly, "I will make you happy now!"
See you at midnight.
I slammed a punch on the table and said angrily, "John, you know the rules here! Don’t run wild in my place!"
Seeing Constantine standing still incompetent furious.
Balthazar became more and more excited, slightly smiled, and took a step forward and said, "Brother John..."
It's a pity that he hasn't finished.
Incorporated in the smell of tobacco.
A big hand coming from behind.
Abruptly on his shoulders.
At the same time, there was an indifferent voice lacking emotional fluctuations, resounding around him.
"Balthazar, it seems that your injury is recovering well, don't you want to share with me the feeling of eating pizza with your left hand?"
I just heard this familiar voice .
The mixed blood devil's scalp numb for a while.
I screamed in my heart: Why is this soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed again...
Turn around and look at standing beside him, holding a cigarette in one hand, browse slightly wrinkle His old acquaintance smiled reluctantly, and said, "Good evening, Cole Walker."
Compared with the swear words and insults when dealing with Constantine.
Facing Cole.
This mixed-race devil is like a docile little sheep.
Speaking of which.
He glanced at Father Midnight.
Freed from the arm on the shoulder, smiled awkwardly and politely, and said, "I think, that matter, we can talk about it another day, midnight."
Finish.
Turn around and leave.
It seems that if you stay here for a second, you may die.
I spread my hand out at midnight, with the cigar in my left hand, staring at Cole helplessly, and said, "Is it necessary? This is my site, and Balthazar is my guest."
p>Cole brows tightly knit.
Taking a deep cigarette, indifferently said, "Legs are on him, midnight."
Throw away the cigarette butts.
Head up.
Faced with a grin at Constantine, the right hand made a fist, fiercely hammered his face.
The latter is groaned.
Continuously retreat.
I knocked over the boss table and fell to the ground.
Seeing someone hit and hurt someone on his site, he stared at midnight, got up and pointed to Cole's nose, and said furiously, "You are courting death! demon-hunter!"
Cole pulled out the justice trial, pointed at his face, and said blankly, "This is my personal grievance with John kid, midnight, if you don't want to get into trouble, don't get into trouble.
Unless you I want to have a few more mixed-blood corpses out there."
He suddenly sank at midnight and said, "You are threatening me."
"It's just a suggestion."
>Throwing down this sentence, Cole ignored Midnight's attitude, walked to Constantine's side, squatted down, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, and said, "I know you are a troublemaker, John.
But I think there is one thing, you can definitely give me a reasonable explanation.
Not long after I left Gabriel’s pigpen.
A small legion of hell attacked me.
I don’t think, Balthazar, has the guts to come to my trouble."
I heard Cole's words.
Frozen at midnight, frowned, "Legion of hell? They are impossible to appear in the world."
Cole did not go to see him, and responded, "This World has never been a bullshit balance. Either you kill him or he kills you, it's that simple.
But you always value balance.
Why don't you go to hell to find your elder sister and ask carefully "
Constantin grabbed Cole's wrist, broke free, knelt on the ground and coughed violently, spewing out a lot of blood.
took a deep breath and stood up reluctantly.
Know that I am at a loss.
He even owes Cole half his life.
Erased the blood from the corners of my mouth and said, "I feel something is approaching, Cole, something...very dark, huh...so I need that chair to help me find the answer "
There was a moment of silence at midnight, and he refused, "Until the investigation is clear, I will not take sides."
Constantine looked up at him.
Draw out a cigarette.
While staggering out, I still did not forget to take out the lighter and light it.
Cole followed behind him.
The two left the club and stood on the street outside.
Chas, who was shopping at a convenience store in the distance, hurried over to support John and asked, "Hi...how are you?"
Constantin no answer.
Open the taxi door and sit in the back row.
Chas also hurriedly got in the car.
However.
Before he could start the engine, Cole opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.