"A big trouble, Mr. Konstantin. ”

Carlo said lightly.

Konstantin frowned, "Just call me John... Well, ever since I knew Carrie was your sister, I knew that I had made up your mind. ”

"Huh. Carlo smiled.

Does he know what kind of person this exorcism detective who is famous in hell and demon hunting circles is, he is drunk, smoked, bought prostitution, got into fights... With almost all the bad habits in one, his body tormented by sickness, and the sins he committed in Christ were almost enough to spend hundreds of years in the oil pot of hell.

Moreover, he should have suffered from lung cancer by now, and has less than a year to live, which is very similar to Dean of the Winchester family. For this reason, he had to take the initiative to find those demons and demons who broke into the world and kill them, in order to win some favor from God, and to survive in exchange for a meager lifespan.

In short, he's the kind of shameless bastard who can trick your daughter and wife into bed last night, and can still hook up with you and call you brother and brother today.

To Carlo, of course, Konstantin was simply his like-minded (and like-minded) best friend.

"So, Evan, what do you mean by Big Trouble?"

"New York.." Carlo spoke, "The minions of hell are wreaking havoc there, maybe you recognize this thing."

Carlo pulled out a black spindle-shaped object from his bosom, shriveled and ugly, with fine teeth at one end. He raised the glass in his hand and poured most of the whiskey over it, absorbing the liquor into it without any residue, and then it "came to life".

"Oh, it's disgusting.." Konstantin grabbed the writhing "spindle" in his hand and looked at it carefully, with a hint of hesitation and surprise in his eyes: "This is. . . Samoel, a vicious dog from hell?"

"You are as well-informed as it is rumored, John." Carlo nodded, and said calmly: "There are no less than ten of them in the underground sewers of New York like this, and their good appetites will reduce the number of people in New York City by thirty to fifty people a day... The people of the BPRD (Paranormal Investigation and Defense Agency) are fretting about this.."

Konstantin pursed his lips tightly, was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke: "Isn't that the territory of the big red monkey of hellboy?

That's exactly what I'm going to tell you next. ”

Carlo smiled at Carrie, who was very obedient in filling his glass. Carlo picked up the wine glass and drank it as he said slowly: "You should know the true identity of Hellboy, the know-it-all of hell ?.."

"Of course. Konstantin was noncommittal: "When I learned that a son of Satan had escaped into the world, I thought about going over and taking it to God for some bounty... Well, it's a pity that the people of BPRD look at him like gold bars in a safe, and after that, I can't beat him anymore.."

Carlo nodded slowly, and said in an extremely low tone: "The soul and blood of human beings are full of arrogance and vacuity, and they think that they can master this power and turn it into a sword in their hands against evil, but the truth will eventually teach them a painful lesson... A sword without a handle, no matter how sharp it is, will only cut itself... And that's all coming true."

"What do you mean?"

Carlo looked directly into Constantine's eyes and said word by word: "The blood of Satan in Hellboy's body is awakening, hell is calling him, and he will soon know his true mission, the child of doom, the tyrant who ends everything, these legends are not groundless.."

Konstantin's face slowly became solemn, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said in a deep voice: "Is there any definite news?

Carlo shook his head: "There is no evidence to prove it, but, it is not speculation ... You should know what Carrie is capable of, Konstantin.."

Konstantin glanced at Carrie, who had been listening quietly, and nodded.

"It's our family's ability .." Carlo's lie came out of his mouth, "It's a gift, it's passed down in the blood of each of our generations, Carrie's power is mind manipulation, and part of my power is to foresee the future."

Carlo's eyes crossed over Konstantin, looked behind him, the light in his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "I have seen everything that will happen in the future, the ruined ruins, the corpses and bones, the purgatory sky, and the one who wears the crown of fire and is guarded by countless devils... Hellboy, son of Satan... That's the future of this world, the purgatory-like apocalypse.."

Konstantin's face was stunned, his eyes wandered back and forth between Carlo and Carlo, but he slowly believed it, after all, Carlo's ability he had seen with his own eyes, and Carlo's attachment to Carlo was also in front of him.

"So say.." Konstantin tilted his neck and said in a helpless and senseless tone: "Is the responsibility of saving the world on a few of us?"

Carlo smiled and said lightly: "Mr. John Constantine, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, this is a fate that we cannot escape." ”

Konstantin pouted, "You say this in the tone like my dead bastard dad." ”

"Huh.."

"And when are we leaving?"

"The sooner the better, in time, BPRD can kill a few fewer people. ”

"Hopefully it's not us who will be unlucky in the end. Konstantin muttered, put down his glass and was about to stand up, when suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Konstantin picked up the phone, his face quickly became solemn, he hung up the phone, and said to Carlo: "Sorry man, the trip to New York may be delayed for a while, there is a demon who is hunting down the daughter of a dead friend of mine."

Carlo looked at him and nodded slightly, "Let's go together, John, we might be able to help." ”

"That's exactly what I mean. Konstantin stood up and teased: "It seems that the people of the BPRD have been holding up for a while longer, and it is better that they can solve it themselves." ”

...

"An old friend of mine, he's a nice guy, we work well together, although only a few times, well, he's torn open by a claw demon who escaped from the abyss... But I still miss him very much, and I am full of apologies for his death, he left only such a daughter, I can't see death without saving him.."

In Konstantin's car, he quickly explained the situation to Carlo.

"It's here!"

The car stopped in front of a skyscraper, it was already night, the people in the building had already left work, and the dark building was empty.

There was already a man waiting there in front of the building.

"Chas, the only friend I've had with me until now. Konstantin introduced Carlo to the tall, burly middle-aged man with a full beard.

"If I could choose again, I wouldn't want to know you again, John." Chas sneered, strode up to Carlo, and held out his right hand, "Hello, Chas. ”