The weather in New York is generally relatively stable, but occasionally something quirky happens.

For example, it was still sunny in the daytime, but it rained at night, and it turned into a pouring rain in less than 5 minutes.

"What the hell is the weather!"

Konstantin stepped out of the taxi, gestured his middle finger viciously to the sky, and then walked to the cathedral in front of him in the rain.

St. John's Cathedral was one of the first churches to be built in the United States, the stronghold of Catholicism in New York, and after more than 200 years of construction, this place that originally had a single prayer room has become one of the largest churches in the whole of the United States.

The place has now been completely destroyed, the flames and hellfire have changed the aura there, and you can do anything there, except for the mysterious side of the church, it will repel everything related to the mysterious side, that is, the place has been completely destroyed.

"Bang"

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open by Konstantin, and he walked into the church soaking wet, only to be stopped by a priest in black, who looked very young, dressed but very mature, and exuded a smell of precipitation, and spoke politely and easily.

"Mr. Konstantin, your overcoat..."

Konstantin glanced at the clothes that were still dripping from the cuffs, and then looked at the priest, he took a deep breath, his fingers made a strange gesture, the temperature on the surface of his body rose rapidly, and quickly dried the clothes, he reached out and rudely pushed the priest away,

"Don't worry, angel, I'm only going to be here for a short time, and... You know who I'm looking for, so don't stop me..."

With that, he strode into the depths of the church, where thousands of candles had been lit around, and at this point in time, there were very few people who came to pray, and the whole church seemed empty, and at the very front of the red carpet were three sofas and a quaint fireplace, which had a roaring flame, which could bring some warmth to the church in this cold moment.

And in the light of the fire, the figures of several people around the fireplace shine brighter and brighter, well... It's just a little twisted.

A very formally dressed woman was sitting in the chair, and opposite her was a middle-aged man with short hair, slightly chubby, gray hair, and a pair of soft eyes full of calm and kindness, and looking at the clothes he was wearing, it was obvious that he was also a priest, and he was talking to the lady.

"Father, I'm sure Isabella will be buried in a Catholic manner!"

The woman's voice sounded a little hoarse, but there was a special stubbornness and firmness in it, "She was a close believer in her life, this is the last mercy to her, I insist on this!"

The priest opposite her seemed a little embarrassed, and he whispered,

"Angela, I can understand what you're thinking, but... Isabella is suicidal, it's not doctrinal, I can't..."

"Priest!"

The woman named Angela interrupted the priest loudly, and she exclaimed, "No! Isabella did not commit suicide! My sister did not commit suicide! I will find out, give me some time, I cannot allow my sister to be buried without being blessed... How do you get her to return to the Lord's arms?"

"Angela, calm down!"

The priest exclaimed, "Child, don't let anger and regret torment your mind, Isabella suffers from severe depression, and the surveillance proves that she jumped from the top of the hospital, stop clinging, you will only make yourself miserable! Child, the ritual is just a joke in the eyes of Fan believers, but for those of us who are sincere believers, it is a very serious matter. ”

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two men became dull in an instant, until a third voice joined in,

"Well, David, you're always so serious... She's just a child, and look at her eyes, and they're confused and painful, we've seen them a million times..."

It was a woman's voice, very soft, calm, people couldn't help but be curious, even Angela, who was controlled by strong emotions, couldn't help but raise her head, looking at the woman who had been sitting silently on the sofa and listening to them, what caught her eye was a short blond hair, very well-groomed, biased to the right side, combed into a wave.

Then there are emaciated cheeks, there is a special neutral beauty, and those eyes, looking at Angela with a kind of lofty tolerance, but this high level of looking down does not make her feel disgusted, on the contrary, she even thinks that this person should be like this, she should be such a person, such a temperament is in line with her identity, although Angela herself does not know who this person in front of her is.

However, she was wearing a men's suit, blue checkered, and tie, this difference in gender and clothing made people curious, and it also gave her a sense of heroism, just like the female generals who fought in armor in ancient times.

"Well, David, for the sake of the child's earnest prayer, give her some more time. ”

She reached out and touched Angela's cheek and helped her wipe away a little tear,

"You are in pain, child, I can feel it, not even because of what happened to your sister, come, tell me, tell me what is in your heart. ”

When she heard this voice, Angela's expression was in a trance, she could feel a kind of inspiration, as if a voice in her heart was telling her, say it, say it all, so the next moment, she spoke,

"My name is Angela, Angela Dawson, I'm a detective with the New York Police Department, my colleague has been a police officer for 20 years, and he hasn't fired a single shot, but this is only my third year as a police officer, I've killed 5 criminals, I don't even see their faces, I just pull the trigger, and it doesn't feel good to take my life, I... I don't know if I'm cursed, why do I keep meeting bad guys?"

"So you're going to fight sin with faith? That thing can't save you!"

A voice full of disdain interrupted Angela's speech, she turned her head, and saw a man wearing a long black trench coat, a tie with a crooked tie, and a decadent face walking towards them, with a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he looked at Angela, no, at the woman behind Angela, he took a deep breath,

"At your call, I have come, Gabriel..."

"You are..."

Angela subconsciously wanted to ask, but was pulled by Father David's arm and stood up,

"Come with me, kid, let's talk about Isabella's funeral. ”

Soon, only Konstantin and the woman sitting on the sofa did not move at all, and Konstantin called her "Gabriel", which was not an ordinary name, in fact, it was the name of the Seraph, which represented wisdom, and among believers, few people gave this name.

This represents a kind of reverence.

In Konstantin's eyes, a pair of huge wings spread out behind Gabriel in front of her, flapping slightly in the air, very in line with her identity, she looked at Konstantin,

"You're finally here, you know, a lot of people, paying attention to you. ”

"Why? Why are they paying attention to me?"

Konstantin sat down on the couch unceremoniously, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette, "Why are you paying attention to me?"

Gabriel pouted,

"I can tell you that God is concerned about the lost lamb, but that would be too vain, isn't it?... Let's get straight to the point, Konstantin, why did you come to me, and prayed to me for a chance to go to heaven?"

She glanced at Konstantin, and there was a hint of pity in those beautiful eyes,

"You and I both know that your time is running out. ”

"I'm here to ask, what do you and your God need me to do for you about Cheryl's soul, in order to truly free her soul from hell?"

Konstantin extinguished the cigarette in his hand on the luxurious table in front of him, and he whispered,

"I'll worry about my soul, and I think hell is better for me than heaven, and of course, if I had to make a choice, then I wouldn't want to go anywhere!"

Gabriel shook his head, picked up a cup of hot tea, and whispered,

"Cheryl Konstantin's soul suffers in hell because you lied to her, she resents you and does not want to go to heaven, as for you, I think you know better than anyone that you have wasted all your opportunities, and you don't need to hide it in front of me, Konstantin, I will not be deceived by you, and your reputation is very bad in this regard..."

"Why?"

Konstantin smiled, "It's because I don't go to church much, because I don't pray sincerely, because I don't give you ten dollars in that shit-like blessing box? You know what? Gabriel, in my eyes, you're like a lump of shit that thinks highly of yourself! You're not even as good as the demons I've dealt with before, and he at least knows fair exchange!"

"You!"

Constantine stretched out his hand and pointed to Gabriel, and then to the image of Christ above her head,

"And him! You're just telling me to sacrifice myself for redemption... I don't want your salvation, I don't come to grovel to pray, I'm here to tell you, if you don't plan to play with me, then I'll play with you by my own means!

He pointed to his chest and shouted excitedly,

"I have advanced lung cancer, and the doctor said that I will not live for 1 year, do you think people like me will be afraid of death?"

Gabriel didn't speak, just looked at Konstantin's excited expression, and finally, she sighed and put down the teaglass,

"But you and I both know that death is just the beginning... You're going to die because you've been smoking 30 cigarettes a day since you were fifteen, you're going to hell because you've chosen to live this life, it's different, John, it's never the same!"

Gabriel stood up and straightened his tie, his neutral face showing a professional compassion,

"Your life is your own choice, including all the misfortunes that happened to your sister are also caused by your own hands, so if I have to give you an answer, I will say, you are not saved, child, she is not saved. ”

The saint-like expression uttered something even colder and harsher than that of an executioner, which angered Konstantin, who reached out and took out the Book of Solomon from his bosom, and Gabriel's expression changed slightly when he saw Konstantin's finger pressed on the page,

"That's... Wait!"

"Bang"

The red door of the church behind everyone was shattered by a deafening sound, sawdust flew everywhere, and a large hole appeared in the wooden door, thrown out together, and a corpse with most of the skull blasted open, it was the young priest who had stopped Constantine just now, a figure with a wooden box on his back and sunglasses walked in from the big hole, he was holding a golden handful in his left hand, engraved with sacred runes, and in front of him was an old-fashioned smoothbore gun made in the style of a cross.

At the moment of seeing this person, Constantine no longer had the demeanor of talking and laughing with Gabriel just now, and was about to rush out deeper into the church with the book, and the next moment, Cyber's voice sounded in the church,

"Run again... I'll break your legs!"

"Stand aside, Konstantin, we'll talk about you and that book later, I'll be tonight... I didn't come to you!"

He took off his sunglasses, those eyes had turned dark red, and there was a magma ring of flame beating in them, and he looked at Gabriel, then at the middle-aged priest standing to the side and at the surprised ordinary chick.

The corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile, and the demon hunting gun in his hand was thrown casually, as if it was magic, and instantly turned into a simple sandalwood fan and fell into his hand.

"Hah, that's nice... Looks like I'm here at the right time, Seraph Gabriel, Michael, Lord of Light... It's great that everyone is there!"