[Skill Card: Gate of Hell (don’t get me wrong, it’s just a door)]
[Skill Card: Soul Control (used to deal with ordinary people with no disadvantages)]
I was a little disappointed that I didn't draw a character card, but overall I was quite satisfied. The skill card "Gate of Hell" reminded Russell subconsciously of the "Gate of Heaven" he had used before.
Midnight wears a suit, top hat, scarf and cigar. He is a black man with a very big boss look. Since he is a black man, he must have a big gold chain, so there are a lot of precious metals hanging on Midnight's body.
"John Constantine, I haven't seen you for a while. Are there any sacred objects for sale?"
As soon as they met, Midnight became sarcastic. The relationship between him and Constantine was very complicated. Sometimes they were enemies, sometimes allies, depending on their interests.
"No, I stopped doing that business a long time ago."
"Yes, that will shorten your life!"
There was a lot of gunpowder in Midnight's words, because some time ago, Constantine sold fake holy artifacts here and defrauded him of a large sum of money.
Probably because he saw that Constantine was not going to die soon, and that his soul was still cared about by a certain big boss, Midnight felt secretly happy, and after a few words of ridicule, he didn't bother to pursue the previous fake incident.
"John, you know the rules here. You shouldn't bring ordinary people in." Midnight glanced at Angela, and he immediately became dissatisfied. But soon, this dissatisfaction was forgotten, and he began to look at Russell up and down.
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"Midnight, this is Russell, my good friend." Constantine introduced, and then added: "He is an angel!"
"What kind of angel?"
"The purest kind."
"hehe!"
Midnight laughed inexplicably. As a neutral, he did not want to participate in what seemed to be a troublesome incident. He just nodded to Russell and continued to talk to Constantine: "Why are you coming to the bar? I would like to advise you, although I
This is a neutral bar, but there are many people who want your life. If you don’t want to die, get out of here. After a while, there will be more customers."
"It's okay, you will protect me."
"You are thinking too much!"
Seeing that Midnight's attitude was cold and that the two of them had no friendship, Constantine stopped talking nonsense and said bluntly: "I want to borrow your collection. Don't worry, it's in the bar and I won't take it away."
"Which one?"
"The electric chair in Star Prison."
The electric chair from the stars is one of Midnight's favorite collectibles. He spent a lot of money to get it from the New York State Prison.
Star Prison was one of the first three prisons in the United States to use the electric chair for executions. Since 1890, more than 200 prisoners have ended their lives in this elevator. It is similar to a sacrifice to gain superpowers. It is a very rare psychic prop.
By the way, the reason why U.S. imperial prisons use a new product like the electric chair is because of the friendly sponsorship of a certain capitalist named Edison.
Its purpose was to make people fear alternating current by declaring the lethality of the electric chair, and instead buy his own direct current equipment.
Let me add that the electric chair was not invented by Edison, but by his assistant using alternating current!
Criminals: "..."
"John, I don't care what you want that chair for, but you know my principles and I won't lend it to you. In fact, I went through all the trouble to get that chair just to prevent someone like you from
The same people are messing around." Midnight refused without hesitation.
"I was attacked by the devil!"
"It's normal. If you don't get attacked by the devil for more than three days, it's called a strange thing."
"The devil's real target is not me, but her..."
Constantine slapped the table in front of Midnight, pointed at Angela, and said loudly: "They have killed her sister, and then she. This is not normal. What are they planning? This is
war!"
Midnight rolled his eyes, and then said seriously: "I said, I don't care what you want that chair for, I am only responsible for neutrality. As for the war you mentioned... Let me tell you this, randomly pick ten people from the bar
, no one is willing to believe your lies."
It seems that’s really what happened!
It was so true that Constantine couldn't find a reason to refute it. He grinned, took a deep breath and continued: "I have evidence. The devil who attacked me is Baldasha. As long as I can find him, I can prove it to
You see, hell is planning a war to invade the human world."
Hell invades the world?
Is Satan out of his mind?
Midnight rubbed his temples. He was more inclined to be Constantine-brained than Satan-brained: "John, if you have nothing else to do, just leave as soon as possible."
He started chasing people away at midnight, lest the unlucky Constantine die in his bar, not because he was afraid of bad luck, but because he was afraid that Constantine's lilac-scented soul would attract Satan.
A small business can't stand the trouble!
"Midnight, you are really neutral. Tell me the truth, are you leaning towards the devil?"
"On this point, I can testify for Midnight. He is very impartial and fair. We have tried to win over him several times but have never succeeded."
At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a straight suit and slicked-back hair came in holding a wine glass.
The man has an elegant demeanor and a kind smile, which makes a great first impression on people, like a gentleman and aristocrat from the upper class.
Unfortunately, he was not. There was a strange red blood in his eyes, and wisps of hell's unique sulfur smell emanated from his pores. He was a standard devil.
"Baldasha!?"
Constantine was so happy that he asked Midnight to borrow the electric chair in order to use the electric chair's superpower to find Baldasha. Now the target showed up on his own initiative, saving him the trouble of falling out with Midnight.
Good man!
"What's the matter? The famous Constantine, do you have any advice from me?"
Baldasha drank the red wine that was as viscous as blood in the glass and said with a smile: "Let me guess, you know that you are not going to die soon, and you want to use my help to make your life down there easier?"
Before Constantine could say anything, Baldasha put down his glass and continued: "Give up, your future life will be very exciting, especially your friends, they will go crazy thinking about you."
Baldasha took the initiative to show up, not because of Constantine's brain-dead halo, but because he had no choice but to do so.
He was afraid that Constantine would convince Midnight to get the chair with super powers and see through the truth behind the conspiracy.
Baldasha is the executor of the plan, not the decision-maker. To put it bluntly, he is just a coolie. If the plan is exposed before it succeeds, he will die miserably.
Since Constantine used the electric chair to find him, he simply showed up and asked him to skip the step of using the electric chair.
"Don't interrupt, you bastard, you framed me with several sneak attacks. Today I will settle the score with you." Constantine grinned, spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and took out the gold finger cots from his coat pocket.
The finger cot is a weapon made in recent years. It is very popular with Constantine in hand-to-hand combat. Despite its new age, the source of the gold is very particular. During the Crusades, it was blessed by a certain archbishop.
Bang!
Midnight slammed the wine glass on the table and said angrily: "John Constantine, you know the rules here, be smart, otherwise I won't mind throwing you out."
"Hehehe..."
Baldasha smiled and looked at Constantine: "I also want to settle this account with you, but time and location do not allow it. How about this? I will leave you an address. If you have the courage, you can come anytime.
Find me."
As he spoke, he took out the business card box from his suit pocket, took out one and handed it over.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side, intercepted the business card halfway, put it in front of him and read it.
It's Russell!
sizzling
A bit of holy light touched the business card, instantly igniting thick black smoke, and the entire business card burned to ashes.
"Hey, Midnight, you saw that bastard attack me." Constantine's eyes lit up, he pointed at Baldasha and cursed.
The business card has been cursed with magic. If you touch it rashly, the entire arm may be corroded into rotten flesh, or even worse, it may be cursed into a low-level monster such as a carrion monster.
Midnight frowned slightly and began to look dissatisfied when looking at Baldasha. He pointed directly at the door: "Everyone, please get out. The bar refuses to open to you tonight."
"Midnight, I want to talk to you..."
Russell grabbed Baldasha's neck and interrupted his words. The holy light invaded little by little, and said to his ferocious face: "The bar owner is expelling people. Don't make it difficult for him. Let's go out and talk."
With that said, he turned his back to Midnight, waved his hand, and dragged Baldasha out of the office door.
"A bunch of lunatics!"
Watching several people leave, Midnight shook his head repeatedly and blacklisted several people, permanently refusing to receive them.
…
In the backstreet of the bar, Constantine waved his hand and used magic to drive away the idle people around him and make passers-by subconsciously stay away from the place.
Russell grabbed Baldasha's neck and lifted him up in the air. Due to the invasion of the power of holy light, the latter's entire head shed its human disguise and turned into a skeleton wrapped in pale green skin, which was very terrifying.
"Devil, do you want to go to heaven?"
Baldasha said nothing, but raised his hand to break Russell apart. After touching him, he screamed silently as he was burned by the holy light.
"Russell, if you pinch him like this, he won't be able to speak." Constantine couldn't stand it anymore.
What a low devil, he is just like a human being!
Russell smiled apologetically and punched Baldasha three times in the chest and abdomen before letting go and throwing him against the wall.
"Who are you?"
Baldasha coughed twice, his dark eyes glowed red, and he got up from the ground.
"It doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are working for, tell me and I will send you to hell."
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability!"
Baldasha sneered repeatedly. After a strange roar, the pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, turning into a mottled town distorted by the high temperature.
Dozens of hideous and ugly monsters surrounded her, and Baldasha said with murderous intent: "That woman cannot die, and the rest...Constantine can breathe."
"Just say kill me..." Russell grinned, very cordially.