Chapter 690: Good LOW Devil

[Skill Card: Gate of Hell (don't get me wrong, just open the door)]
[Skill Card: Soul Control (used to deal with ordinary people without any disadvantages)]
I did n’t get a character card, I was a little disappointed, but I was generally satisfied. That skill card of ‘Gate of Hell’ made Russell subconsciously think of the ‘Gate of Heaven’ which I had used before.
Midnight suit top hat, scarf and cigar, is a very man. Since it is black, it is indispensable to have a large gold chain, so there is a lot of precious metals hanging on him at midnight.
"John Constantine, I haven't seen it in a while, do you have any relics for sale?"
As soon as he met, he sneered at midnight. His relationship with Constantine was very complicated, sometimes an enemy, sometimes an ally, depending on his interests.
"No, I haven't done that.
"Yeah, that will make you die!"
There was a lot of gunpowder smell in the midnight speech, because some time ago, Constantine sold fake holy goods here, and fiercely cheated him a lot of beautiful knives.
Probably it was seen that Constantine's life was soon dying, and his soul was still remembered by a big guy. His heart was dark at midnight, and he was too lazy to investigate the previous fake incident.
"John, you know the rules here, you shouldn't bring ordinary people in." Glancing at Angela at midnight, he was immediately dissatisfied, but soon, this dissatisfaction was thrown away, and he began to look up and down Russell. .
"At midnight, this is Russell, my good friend," Constantine introduced, adding afterwards: "He is an angel!"
"Which kind of angel?"
"The purest kind."
"Ha ha!"
Midnight meant an unclear smile. As a neutral man, he didn't want to participate in the seemingly troublesome event. He just nodded with Russell and continued to say to Constantine: "What are you doing in the bar, I advise you, although I This is a neutral bar, but there are not a few people who want your life. Hurry up and get rid of it. After a while, the guests should be more. "
"It's okay, you will protect me."
"You think too much!"
Seeing that the midnight attitude was cold and the two had no friendship, Constantine stopped talking nonsense and said frankly: "I want to borrow your collection and use it, rest assured, it's in the bar, don't take it away."
"which one?"
"Electric chair in Star Prison."
The electric chair from the stars, one of Midnight's favorite collectibles, cost a lot of money to get it from State Prison in New York.
Xingxing Prison is one of the first three prisons in the United States to use the electric chair to execute the death penalty. Since 1890, more than 200 prisoners have ended their lives on this elevator. It is a rare psychic prop similar to sacrifices.
By the way, the reason why the US imprisonment uses electric chairs as a fresh product is because of the sponsorship of a capitalist named Edison.
The purpose is to declare the lethality of the electric chair, so that people are afraid of AC, and instead buy his own DC equipment.
In addition, the electric chair was not invented by Edison, but by his assistant using AC power!
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've worked so hard to get that chair so that I won't be like you The same people are in trouble. "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 weird thing."
"The real goal of the devil is not me, but her ..."
Constantine slaps her on the table in front of midnight, pointing at Angela, and exclaiming: "They have killed her sister, and she is next. This is very abnormal. What are they planning, this is war!"
He rolled his eyes at midnight, and then said solemnly: "I said, I don't care what chair you want, I'm only responsible for neutrality. As for the war you say ... let me tell you, just pick ten people in the bar. No one is willing to believe your gossip. "
Looks really like this!
Too real, Constantine could not find a reason for refutation. He grinned, and took a deep breath and continued: "I have evidence that the devil who attacked me was Baldasha. As long as I can find him, I can prove to You see, is planning a war of invasion. "
Hell invades the world?
Satan's brain is broken?
Rubbing his temples at midnight, he is more inclined to Constantine's brain than Satan's brain: "John, if you have nothing else, leave quickly."
He started rushing at midnight, lest the unlucky egg Constantine die in his bar, not for fear of contamination, but for Constant's clove-spiked soul to attract Satan.
Small business, can't stand it!
"At midnight, you are really neutral, tell me the truth, have you fallen to the devil?"
"On this point, I can testify at midnight. He is fair and impartial. We have tried to win him several times and have never been successful."
Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a straight suit and a combed back walked in with a wine glass.
Manly and elegant, with a face and a good smile, the first impression is very good, like a gentleman and aristocrat in high society.
It's a pity not that his eyes have a strange red blood light, and a scent of sulfur unique to radiates outward from the pores, which is a standard devil.
"Baldasa !?"
Constantine was happy. He sought out the electric chair at midnight in order to use the super power of the electric chair to find Bardassa, and now the target came forward to save him from the trouble of turning his face at midnight.
Good guys!
"What's wrong, the famous Constantine, do you have any advice for me?"
Baldasha drank the blood-thick red wine in the glass and said with a smile: "Let me guess, I know I'm going to die soon, and want to help me, so I can have a better life in the next period?"
Without waiting for Constantine to say anything, Baldasha put down his glass and continued: "Give up, your future will be wonderful, especially your friends, who think you are going crazy all your thoughts."
Bardasha's initiative to show up was not because of the lingering halo of Constantine's brain, but because of it.
He was afraid of Constantine persuading midnight to get the chair with superpowers to see the truth behind the plot.
Baldasha is the executor of the plan, not the decision maker. To put it plainly, he is a hardworking younger brother. If the plan is revealed before the success, he will die miserably.
Since Constantine used the electric chair to find him, he simply took the initiative to let him skip the steps of using the electric chair.
"Don't interrupt, you asshole, framed me a few times with sneak attacks, and I'll calculate this account with you today." Constantine grinned, spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and pulled out the golden finger sleeve from his jacket pocket.
Finger cuffs are weapons made in recent years. They are favored by Constantine in hand-to-hand combat. Regardless of the new age, the source of gold is very particular. During the Crusade, it was blessed by a certain archbishop.
Huh!
Slap the glass on the table at midnight and yell, "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 calculate this account with you, but time and place are not allowed. Otherwise, I will leave you an address, and you can come at any time if you have the courage. Find me."
With that said, he took out the business card case from his suit pocket and pulled out one and passed it.
Just then, a hand was stretched out, and the business card was intercepted halfway, and he looked up in front of himself.
It's Russell!
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A touch of holy light touched the business card, and a thick black smoke was instantly lit, and the entire business card was burned to ashes.
"Hey, at midnight, you saw it, that attacked me." Constantine blinked in front of him, yelling at Baldasha.
The business card has been cursed with magic. If it comes into contact, it is likely that the entire arm will be corroded into rotten meat, and even worse, cursed into a low-level monster such as a rotten monster.
At midnight, his brows frowned slightly, and the look at Baldasa began to be dissatisfied, pointing directly at the door: "Everyone gives me out. Tonight, the bar refuses to open to you."
"At midnight, I want to talk to you ..."
Russell clasped Baldasha's neck, interrupted his voice, and the Holy Light invaded it a little bit, and said to his stingy face, "The bar owner is rushing someone, don't make it difficult for him, let's go out and talk ~ www. EbookFREE.me ~ Speaking, he waved his hands back to midnight, dragging Baldasha out of the office door.
"A bunch of lunatics!"
Watching several people leave their backs, shaking their heads repeatedly at midnight, and putting them on the blacklist, permanently refusing to receive them.
...
In the back street of the bar, Constantine waved his magic to drive away the idlers around him and let passersby stay subconsciously away from the place.
Russell jammed Baldasa's neck and lifted it into mid-air. The latter's head fell off the human camouflage due to the power of the Holy Light and turned into a skull wrapped in miserable green skin, which is terrible.
"Devil, do you want to go to heaven?"
Baldasa didn't speak, raised his hand to break Russell, and touched, screamed by the silent light.
"Russell, you hold on like this, he can't speak." Constantine couldn't stand it anymore.
The LOW devil is actually like a man!
Russell smiled apologetically and made three heavy punches between Baldasa's chest and abdomen before releasing his hand and throwing him to the corner.
"who are you?"
Baldasha coughed twice, his black eyes glowed red, and he rose from the ground.
"It doesn't matter who I am. The key is who you are working for. Tell me, I will send you to hell."
"It depends on your ability!"
Baldasha sneered. After a strange howl, the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the surrounding scenery quickly changed into a mottled town twisted at high temperatures.
Surrounded by dozens of ugly monsters, Bardasha was so murderous: "That woman can't die, the rest ... Constantine can take a breath."
"Just tell me not to kill ..." Russell grinned, very kind.
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