Gabriel was drinking in a corner of the nightclub, the music was deafening, but he was like an outsider, his head drooping in a daze, seemingly indifferent to what was happening around him.
He is not as charming as Lucifer, nor does he have the aura of Michael, but he has a melancholy and masculine beauty, with eyes as bright as gems. There are not many people like him who look good with a big beard.
When Deathstroke and his team came to him, the former Seraph raised his eyelids and directly made an offer:
"One shot is fifty, and the night is one hundred. If there are multiple people playing, one more person will add one hundred."
"Hey! Your price is quite cheap." The orangutan had never seen such a fallen angel, and he appeared in a male form, so he couldn't help but use words to stimulate him: "You don't think you can make more money with serious skills?"
Too much money? You used to be a Seraph."
Donna and Wally didn't realize that this looked like an angel, because compared to Lucifer, Gabriel was too shabby.
He was dressed slightly better than a beggar and smelled like a long-distance truck driver who never took a shower. The sunken eye sockets, the plum blossom abscesses on his neck, and the dense needle holes on his arms all made him look like he was going to die soon.
As for Shazam, he stopped playing the game and looked towards the top of the stage.
He must be a little curious about the DJ's activities and thinks it's cool to wear sunglasses and DJ in the middle of the night.
"How I live in this world is my business and you have no control over it! I am a waste and I deserve to be fucked by the most filthy and filthy mortals."
Gabriel held the cup unsteadily, poured the last few drops of wine down his throat, smacked his mouth a few times, and said in a voice that sounded like a growl:
"I know who you are, but if you want to help Constantine, let's go ahead. That bastard is lying... I just want to do business today, and get out if I don't have any money."
Deathstroke and Bobo looked at each other and understood. Zha Kang asked Gabriel for help last time, and the former archangel was in a good mental state at the time.
But after not seeing each other for a few days, it seems that Zha Kang sold this angel for some reason.
"Don't get excited, Gabriel, we are not here to speak for that bitch, but to negotiate a condition with you."
Su Ming rubbed his fingers aside, Bobo spread his hands, Donna shook her head, Shazam was confused, but Wally took out a few hundred dollars and stuffed it into Deathstroke's hand.
Very good. He slapped the banknotes on the table and held them down with a glass. The mercenary smiled slightly:
"You take us to Seventh Heaven to steal a dog, and the five hundred dollars will be yours."
"Hiccup? Just steal the soul of a dog?" Gabriel took the banknote, put it under his nose and smelled it, then put the money into his pocket nonchalantly: "Okay, but I have to get one first.
Only with wings can you ascend to the sky. If you don't have them, just wait. When I find the wings, I will let Lucifer contact you."
He seems to have learned something from Constantine, at least he did.
"I have wings, put them on, hurry up."
Su Ming took out a set of Eagle Girl's equipment from his pocket. This was the first generation of Eagle Girl's equipment that he got from the Egyptian pyramid during Barbatos' invasion of the earth a long time ago.
It's a bit primitive, and it's made of N metal instead of angel feathers, but it's wings after all, and you can use them just by putting on the straps.
Probably no problem?
Gabriel nodded with a weird expression and put on the braces obediently, as if a client had asked him to role play today.
Then he stood up and motioned for everyone to follow him. He led everyone across the dance floor and bar, walked through the back door of the nightclub, and came to a dark alley.
Here he took off his clothes and pants and suddenly opened his wings. The world seemed to be blocked, and even the faint light of the street lamp seemed to be frozen in the air.
Moths and mosquitoes stayed in mid-air, but the sound of flapping wings seemed to be dragged to infinity. The night suddenly became quiet, and even breathing became difficult.
Only a few people in front of the angel can still move normally.
He is worthy of being the Seraph of the past, the gatekeeper of paradise. Even though he has lost his wings, Gabriel is still powerful.
He motioned to Deathstroke to tie the cloak around him, and planned to take people into heaven through a 'trailer', but before that, he still gave a reminder:
"Heaven is no longer what it used to be. You may need to kill a lot of people to buy me time to find my soul."
"Strange, aren't all angels supposed to be your brothers? Why do you suggest that we kill people?"
Although Donna sounded like she didn't want to kill anyone, her body was very honest. As soon as Gabriel said this, she picked up her sword and shield, sat cross-legged on her cloak and started sharpening the knife with great interest.
Sizzle, sizzle, sparks are flying from the whetstone.
The last time I killed the crazy angels was when I went to hell with Deathstroke and Alberta. I miss that feeling a bit.
"Donna, right? Do you think the Amazons that Zeus made out of mud and clay can be considered the blood of Olympus? The same is true for the garbage in heaven today. I have only had those few brothers from the beginning to the end."
Gabriel let the two straps of the cloak stretch out and tie them around his waist. He glanced at Donna and replied with a sneer:
"It's just garbage mass-produced by the Angel Reincarnation Pool, just like the robots used by humans today."
The total number of angels in heaven is 301,655,722. Later, 133,306,668 fallen angels followed Lucifer to hell. But now only half of them are left in heaven, which is still a huge number. No one would think that so many miscellaneous angels are God.
child?
But it was Gabriel's unintentional words that suddenly inspired Deathstroke, and he had a terrible idea.
The angels in the DC universe have gone crazy and have been fighting a bloody battle with hell. He has known this for a long time, but he has not delved into the reasons why these angels are going crazy.
Now that I think about it carefully, could it be that the invasion by the mastermind behind the scenes has already started, and the place where he first laid out his plan is actually heaven?
Those crazy angels will only repeat certain simple words to make their enemies obey them. Is it possible that the angel reincarnation pool was transformed by nano-robots, and that the body of God was killed by someone behind the scenes?
Just to cultivate a powerful army in a place where humans can't see it?
Later, this lurking enemy obtained Clayface plasma and made further improvements to the nanobugs, and then came up with a further plan to create a chameleon and sneak into human society? Start the second step of the big plan?
In this way, the plan to deal with the Big Three of the Justice League is not the beginning, but an intermediate step...
Of course, this is all speculation. Su Ming plans to go to heaven this time to conduct a thorough investigation. Maybe he can find something besides the witness dog, at least to see with his own eyes the body of God that turned into a deformed sarcoma and was reborn.
"Let's go, Archangel, we are ready, no matter who wants to stop us, I guarantee you, he will die."
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