Satan wrapped himself in a quilt and raised his hand to change the bedroom into a study and office with a snap of his fingers. Then he rolled to the file area, opened the iron cabinet and checked it out.
Russell silently stepped forward and looked at the neatly numbered documents in surprise: "I apologize to you. I always thought you were a devil who didn't do your job properly. I didn't expect your business to be so busy."
If a document represents one soul, then with all the drawers open, Satan has contracted at least tens of thousands of souls.
"God promised me to contract 10,000 souls and perfectly act as a good devil, and then let me return to heaven and become an angel again, and then change another one to become 'Satan'."
Miss Satan rummaged through the files. She seemed to have some impression of the devil from hell, but she didn't seem to have any. She couldn't remember what year it happened.
"So, God broke his promise and you completed your mission, but were denied entry to heaven?"
"No, it was because I couldn't think about it before. I thought it was very happy to be a devil without restraint, and I didn't actively ask to return to heaven."
Speaking of this, Satan sighed deeply. If he had known that he would meet Russell, he would not have been so quick.
This must be God's punishment for her, because she fell, from a conscientious and hard-working angel to a devil greedy for pleasure, just like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, who were kicked out of heaven because of original sin.
"I found it, this is it."
Satan took out a file bag, which contained an ancient contract document written on parchment. The contract was very short, with only a dozen lines, which was completely different from the previous documents that were often dozens of centimeters thick.
Seeing Russell's confusion, Miss Satan tightened the quilt and explained: "There is no way, people are getting smarter and smarter these days. If the devil doesn't keep pace with the times, they will take advantage of them."
"No one has taken advantage of this loophole before?"
"Of course, who am I? I am Satan, the only devil!"
"Satan wearing a down jacket and then wrapped in a quilt?"
"..."
When Satan heard this, he felt sad in his heart, and his will instantly sank.
The big boss doesn't care about her life or death, and Russell is watching eagerly from the side. He can come and go in her castle freely, just like returning to his own home. She, the Satan, has no ability to protect herself, and there is no fun at all.
Sometimes she thought that instead of living in fear, it would be better to close her eyes and follow Russell and pretend to be bitten by a dog.
But when she thought about it again, it was better to die than to live. She would never compromise with the scumbag...unless she got married first.
"Sorry, Satan, you may have been taken advantage of."
"What's the meaning?"
Satan gripped the quilt tightly and took two cautious steps back.
"It's not me who took advantage of the situation, but this Naberius who signed the contract with you."
Russell rolled his eyes, pointed to the terms on the parchment and said: "This guy signed a contract with you a thousand years ago, using his soul in exchange for the powerful power to conquer everything, and then you turned him into a servant of the devil, walking around the world and preaching the devil's will.
doctrine."
"That's right!"
Satan didn't react for a moment, raised his hand to call the contract in front of him, and said doubtfully: "It's strange, according to the contract, he only stayed in the world for one hundred years, but his soul has not entered hell until now... What does this guy do?
Arrived?"
Satan frowned slightly, and after a moment, his eyes glowed red. He opened the quilt with a swish, and said with a fierce look: "The humble servant of hell dares to deceive me. I will throw his soul into purgatory and torture for ten thousand years."
Before Satan disappeared, Russell grabbed him and asked curiously: "Tell me how he did it."
"He transferred the mark of hell and half of his soul to another body, and then killed it on the day it expired, successfully evading the terms of the contract."
Russell nodded, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Yes, a real man, he is cruel to himself!"
Satan spoke fiercely: "But he is also a madman. Although he gained freedom, he lost his eternal life and most of his strength, and will always suffer from the torture of a mutilated soul."
"It doesn't sound any different than going to hell."
Russell shrugged and continued to ask: "What about the hell demon clan? Isn't it just Naberius who signed the contract?"
"I have to admit that that guy is indeed a talent. He dispersed his other half's soul, along with the final mark of hell, to create descendants in batches. Although his power gradually weakened, he could constantly replace his body with new ones to achieve immortality, and at the same time avoid my attacks.
induction."
Satan angrily said: "If I hadn't read this contract, I wouldn't even remember the existence of this 'cursed one'."
Russell raised his eyebrows: "So, you owe me a favor?"
"Well, I'll remember it sooner or later."
"Don't be stupid, the files are gathering dust, will you remember them?"
"How about I treat you to dinner another day?"
Satan said, covering up the quilt again, guarding Russell like a thief: "Calm down, you are the Lord of the Dark Dimension, you cannot do anything inconsistent with your status."
"Of course I know! But your performance makes me feel that if I don't do something, the reputation will be in vain."
"How, how is it possible!"
Satan smiled mischievously, and Ma Liu dropped the quilt and wrapped himself in a sheet.
"Don't worry about Naberius's affairs. Leave it to me. I will send his soul to hell."
"Hey, you are so kind, has he ever offended you?" Satan's eyes widened in surprise, with a ghostly expression on his face.
"Um!?"
"Just kidding, people will know you are the best!"
After Satan finished speaking coquettishly, he turned his head and stuck out his tongue.
"What's wrong, you have morning sickness?"
"No...yes, yes, to be honest, I am already the mother of a child."
Satan looked kind and motherly, and then shook his head at Russell: "So it's not impossible for us, no date, thank you!"
Russell glanced at Satan with disdain and snorted: "Haha, has anyone told you that your acting skills are beyond words?"
What can I do? I am also desperate!
Satan screamed in his heart, and a smile appeared on his stiff face: "I owe you two dinners. I will arrange the schedule right now. I will let you know another day soon."
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. It's better to choose today. Anyway, if you are idle, you will be idle."
"Not today, I...I'm sick."
Satan pulled out a thermometer from his collar, which showed that the body temperature was as high as over 2,000 degrees: "Look, I'll explode if I touch it now, so I can't invite you to dinner."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"I was wondering why the sheets didn't burn when your body temperature was so high."
"Well……"
"Do you want me to give you two minutes to make up a reliable reason?" Russell said kindly.
"Is twenty thousand years okay?"
"Then you think about it slowly, and I will not accompany you. I took the contract away, remember to make an appointment with me another day, otherwise, when I think of it, it won't just be as simple as eating."
"Hey, you want to leave?"
Satan was immediately elated and realized that he was too complacent. He hurriedly changed his words and said, "Walk slowly. From now on, I will call you often... and I will definitely answer it."
Watching Russell open the door to hell and leave, Satan waved his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off his head.
She threw away the sheets and circled around the place where Russell disappeared several times. Several attempts failed to explain the reason why Russell could enter and leave hell freely.
After struggling for a moment, she gave up and prepared to move to Pluto overnight.
…
world.
Russell walked out of the gate of hell, put the hell devil's contract into his pocket, and walked for tens of seconds to the police car.
Suddenly, a chaotic spatial fluctuation was heard. The distance was very close, less than two hundred meters, and the approximate location was the parallel block next door.
"The night is dark and windy, and the moon is high. As expected, incidents happen frequently..."
In Zhilu Commercial Street, the glass exhibition area of a trendy brand store flashed with bright light, and the twisted space carried high-temperature current, burning the fashion models and tempered glass, and then a blond woman with a cold face walked out.
She has stunning facial features, cold eyes, and an extremely sexy figure. The most important thing is that she has no clothes on.
The Terminator from the future world——t-x!
Made of alloy endoskeleton + ultra-dense armor + liquid metal, t-x is a super-intelligent robot killer manufactured by Skynet. It is faster, stronger, and smarter than all previous Terminator models, and is known as the Terminator among Terminators.
The t-x swept across the street with an expressionless face, compared the data and walked towards the opposite side of the road, where a Lexus SC430 style hard-top convertible was parked.
A lady finished withdrawing money from an ATM, got into the driver's seat of a Lexus, and was about to start the car when a faint t-x appeared in her sight.
The woman was surprised and said: "Miss, are you okay? Do you want me to call the police for you?"
The reason why we asked instead of calling the police directly is because the population base of New York is so large that there are all kinds of perverts, including beautiful women running around naked at night.
The woman expressed her understanding. When she was young, she would do many crazy things if she drank too much or smoked too much.
"I like your car."
t-x made a cold sound and raised his hand to grab the woman's neck.
Snap!
A big hand held t-x's wrist, stopping her from trying to break the woman's neck.
Russell showed his police ID and said to the stunned woman, "Don't look at it. This guy just ran out of the mental hospital and left it to me to deal with."
"Wow, I recognize you. You are...who is that? A very famous billionaire."
The woman was overjoyed and excitedly handed over a business card: "This is the phone number of my law firm. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. By the way, I thought the reporter was just making it up when he said you were a policeman."
"
Russell:(?_?)
"Okay, I'll leave now."
The woman pointed at the t-x and showed an understanding smile: "If tonight's incident causes you to be involved in a lawsuit, I can help you argue unconditionally. Believe me, I am a very good lawyer."
Seeing Russell's unkind expression, the woman stopped talking, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
"Officer, I like your gun!"
t-x turned to look at Russell, and his electronic eyes scanned the two pistols in his holster through his coat.
"Be more reserved, it's impossible for us to do it."