Sitting on the side of the street outside the roaring Barsaczo building, he wore sunglasses, as if admiring the night view of this ordinary street in New York, Chandler had a good eye to park the car on the corner and not disturb the boss to think about life, everyone in the Devils knew that their boss was a most crazy contradiction.

When he fights, he is invincible, but when he thinks, he is as quiet as a philosopher.

But you have to admit that it would be very reassuring to follow such a person and move forward in a cold and dark world, at least until he falls, and you will not be harmed.

"Stomp Pedal Pedal

The rhythmic clash of shoes and the ground sounded behind Cyber, and Angela, covered in blood, walked out of the fire with a holy silver dagger, her expression sad and desperate, her eyes blank, as if she had just experienced the most painful tragedy in the world.

"My sister, Isabella... She, she's gone to hell, and she's been treated as a ridiculous sacrifice to summon a demon prince to the present world, and that demon tells me everything... That's the way it is, because of the megalomania fantasies of some madmen, they just so... I sacrificed my sister and my only relative so easily!"

"Dangchang"

The silver dagger slammed into the ground, and she crouched down, curled up like a puppy with her spine broken, crying in the cold night.

"Why? Why is it Isabella! It's not fair! It's not fair!!"

"Uh..."

Cyber took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the sky, in this hellish place of New York, it is difficult to see the real starry sky, but those heavy fogs can't stop Cyber's eyes, he looked at the stars shining beyond the clouds, and whispered,

"When a person, a normal, ordinary person, when she has seen the darkest side of this world, when she has experienced the darkest experience of this world herself, she has no way to turn back... girl, but that's a good thing, because she no longer needs to disguise, no longer needs to pretend that sin never exists, like other stupid people. ”

"You either look directly at sin itself, or you blend into it, or you resist it, never compromising until the end of the world. ”

Cyber threw out a cigarette and handed it to Angela,

"If I could make you feel better, I would say, you used to be a police officer, you would send criminals to prison, this ridiculous country does not have the death penalty, so that the cost of crime is minimized, everyone can commit crimes in the name of survival, but you have to understand one thing... Angela, you have to understand something!"

Cyber's voice became muffled,

"When a person goes to prison, a dog can only die!"

"Your laws can't punish them, even if they sacrifice your sister, even if they do evil in this city, even if they try to enslave the whole world, even if they try to return this damned civilization to the Middle Ages, you and I know very well that the law can't stop them... You see, you have to do this kind of thing yourself!"

He stood up and patted Angela on the shoulder,

"Go back and get some sleep, child, the choice is always in your hands, and when the sun is born, you can choose to continue to be an ordinary person, to continue to be a prey without resistance, to be an ostrich with its head buried in the sand..."

Chandler's car slid silently to Cyber's side, he opened the door, sat in the back seat, rolled down the glass, and said to Angela, who looked confused,

"Or become a hunter... You are already qualified to choose, and you are already much better than the vast majority of ordinary people who can only passively endure it all their lives. ”

The Bentley vanished around the corner, leaving empty streets, burning buildings, and Angela, a soul in the process of metamorphosis.

After a while, Anji stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and against the backdrop of the raging flames behind her, she reached out and picked up the holy silver rune dagger that was made like a short sword in front of her and painted with inscriptions, she wiped the blood stains on the dagger very carefully, turned the blade over, and saw herself on the silver-white knife.

With a blood-stained face, like a madman, and eyes that were gradually becoming firm, she stood up, took her badge from the lining of her clothes, put it in front of her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw it into the flames burning behind her.

She reached out and tied her hair up, stuck the Holy Silver Rune Dagger into her belt, and removed the pistol with the 13 Holy Silver Bullets, remembering the records of the files in her mind, and turned and walked into the darkness.

"People go to jail, dogs ... Only death!"

On the other side, while the mysterious creature purge in New York is in full swing, a guy who has been forgotten by everyone suddenly opens his eyes from the darkness.

"Whew... Whew..."

Konstantin breathed violently, he looked around blankly, this should be a ward, he was lying on the hospital bed, there was still an infusion needle in his body, his body was in severe pain, he was not dead after receiving a blow from Hognis head-on, it was already great news.

However, the spirit detective clearly knew his situation, and he struggled to get out of bed as soon as he was awake, but the sound of chains clashing made Konstantin look dead, and they actually locked himself up with chains.

He turned his head and stared dumbfounded at the three grenades that were secured to the pillow, the pull tab wrapped around him with a steel wire, and the latch of the grenade would be opened as soon as he struggled a little harder.

"Bastard!

Konstantin scolded fiercely, but after a few minutes of scolding, he fell eerily silent, his mood became terrible, and he began to become vulnerable in the darkness of this emptiness.

"Let me out!"

Suddenly, he shouted, the chains on his arms rubbing against the hospital bed, making a screeching voice, "I can't stay here! What I need to do, I'm not done! Let me out! Bastard, Seb, Sergey! Bastard! Let me out!"

"Ahem"

The violent roar pulled his already terrible body again, a crazy and violent cough, he turned his head, and blood slipped from the corners of his mouth, don't forget, this guy is already in the advanced stage of lung cancer, and he is dying.

"Cheryl, no! let me out! This is my last chance! No! Cheryl!"

He roared like a dying beast, the chains on his arms struggling to rattle, the last desperate cry of a guy who lived in the dark, and lo and behold, this guy who didn't seem to care about anything even shed tears.

But so what?

No one will respond to him because there is no one here.

It's like the night he lost his sister, and the whole world was empty.

John Constantine, a second-rate exorcist, a first-class liar, a super-first-class scumbag, in the past thirty years of his life, he has had intimacy with I don't know how many women, but the most important place in his heart has always lived his sister.

Cheryl Konstantin, a good woman who didn't care if her brother was crazy since she was a child, compared to Konstantin himself's bohemianism, Cheryl is more like a pure ordinary person, living an ordinary life, except for having an exorcist brother, her life has no waves, but there are also ordinary people's happiness.

She was well aware of her brother's dependence on her that had crossed taboos, but she still chose to go into her own life in the end, she was married, had a husband who was not good or bad, and had a lovely daughter, Jima.

But she continued to pour her care into her brother until Konstantin was 20 years old, when Cheryl's husband suddenly became obsessed with the dark faith and committed suicide one stormy night when he hacked his wife to death with an axe.

All this came too suddenly, directly crushing Konstantin's immature mind, he frantically used his magic to get himself into hell and find his sister, but Cheryl finally chose to protect her husband's soul in hell rather than rest in peace.

Under that torture, Konstantin chose the worst way to deal with it all, he deceived his sister and tried to put her soul to rest, but the souls of hell who hated him got in the way, Konstantin's lie was revealed, and he killed his brother-in-law, the author of all evils, with his own hands, but was seen by Cheryl.

So, the sister who had loved him since he was a child began to hate him, and because of this hatred, he fell into hell and had no hope.

Konstantin has done countless wrong things in his life, but this one is the only one that he regrets for the rest of his life, and everything he has done since then can be summed up in two things: survival, and saving his sister's soul.

And now, survival is out of the question, and the only hope of saving my sister looks like it's about to be dashed.

"Bastard! bastard! let me out!

He shouted frantically, and no one answered him, until he was hoarse, until he was desperate, when the darkness before his eyes rolled and formed a weak vortex of darkness before Konstantin's eyes, and a will descended on the empty villa.

"Despair, pain, hatred, this is the strength that has sustained you so far?"

The voice whispered in Konstantin's ear, "This power is too weak, detective who walks in this world and hell, you are too weak! You want to save a soul, but you can't do anything now! This is the most ironic thing, you are doing the right thing, but another group of people is stopping you." ”

"Kill them, kill them, and do what you have to do..."

"Get out!"

Konstantin seemed to be enraged, "Get out! Don't play this little trick in front of my eyes, show up or get out!"

"Hehe, I just like to watch you desperate people blindly search for hope, and I can't watch this kind of drama for 10,000 years... But I have a question, John Constantine, if you want to find something that has been taken by someone else, and instead of asking for it from its current owner, you have to sneak it back, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your head?"

The voice laughed playfully, "You see, Cheryl Konstantin's soul is in pain... You love her, don't you? that love that is beyond the forbidden, you disgusting bastard, but it doesn't matter, isn't hell for people like you? let me tell you a secret..."

"Do you know whose name poor Cheryl shouted when she was suffering in hell, when she was scorched by the fire of hell and lost her mind?

The next moment, a miserable female voice sounded in Konstantin's ears,

"No... John, help me! John!"

Konstantin's fist slammed into the steel bed at this moment, and he roared, "What the hell do you want to do, you mouse, maggots, shit, what the hell do you want to do!!"

"Hahaha"

The voice was not agitated, he said slowly, "You may not know, you think she cut off her love for you? no, no, no, no, her forbidden love for you is crazier than your attachment to her, you see, she also has original sin, a slut who wants to stay with her brother for the rest of her life, hahahaha!"

"Get out! don't insult her! Get out !!"

Konstantin was like crazy, if he could move now, he would definitely pounce and die with the dark sound, but the next moment, the dark sound suddenly dissipated, and the black flames burned in the chains on Konstantin's body, burning the chains.

"Go, get me something, wait for my call, John Constantine, you're at your wit's end, I'm your last hope... Trade your soul for Cheryl Konstantin's soul, a fair deal. ”

"Hehe, you know, I'm not like the rest of the people in Hell... My words count. ”

"Go, hold on to your last hope, and don't let it slip through your fingers... I look forward to it, I look forward to seeing you in hell or in this world, you poor scumbag... Don't let me down!"