Midnight Bar.
Two hours later, Lord and Constantine returned to the same place.
As soon as Constantine walked in from the entrance, he felt as if he had walked into a slaughterhouse, the air filled with a disgusting smell of blood!
Pa ta... Pa ta...
Arriving at the bar below, Constantine was dumbfounded.
Although he had vaguely guessed what had happened, he didn't expect it to be so tragic. All the mixed-bloods of angels and demons in the entire bar had died at his hands!
Severed limbs and minced meat covered the entire bar, and thick blood flowed along the gaps between the floor, spreading to all corners.
"God, how many people did you kill?" Constantine frowned, pinching his nose and asked. The smell of blood here was too strong, even he felt a little unacceptable.
No wonder Lord asked Angela to stay at home before leaving, and also asked Yin Meng to accompany her. It seems that he had expected it!
If that policeman saw it, he would probably take out his handcuffs and arrest this guy on the spot!
"Everyone except Midnight."
Lord said in a very calm tone, as if eating and drinking, he didn't take these things to heart at all.
"You are very similar to Gabriel..."
Constantine was silent for a while, then leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and sneered: "Always high above, your eyes are full of indifference and disregard. Are human lives as worthless as weeds in your eyes?"
"You are wrong, Constantine."
Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "No one is high above from the beginning, I am like this, and so is Gabriel."
"This point of view is very rare, it's the first time I've heard it."
Constantine took a deep breath of the cigarette to relieve the disgusting smell of blood, and then asked: "Although I don't have a good relationship with these hybrids, I really want to know, why did you kill them?"
"Is the reason important?"
Lord asked rhetorically.
"Very important."
Constantine took a puff of cigarette and smiled: "At least I have to make sure that the person traveling with me is not a perverted murderer, or... a demon?"
Lord smiled and said, "Didn't you already prove with a contract that I am not a demon?"
"Anything can go wrong, including unreliable things like contracts." Constantine said, with one hand inconspicuously behind his back.
He had experienced the darkest betrayal and witnessed the ugliness of human nature!
Because of this, he would not easily trust anyone, even if the other person's appearance was a human!
A mysterious man brought by a hell contract, but not under the jurisdiction of hell, possessing the ability to easily slaughter mixed-blood angels and demons, and can also rescue lost souls from hell, and even kill the avatar of the demon king, no matter from which angle it is full of doubts!
Constantine's little actions behind his back could not be concealed from Lord's eyes, but he didn't care much.
Not to mention that Constantine didn't have the ability to kill him, even if he really did, the long incantation and movements before releasing the magic would be enough for Lord to kill him ten times.
"Friend, I always have to know why they died, otherwise, what if you go crazy and kill me too?" Constantine said with a smile.
Lord said indifferently: "The only reason to kill them is that they aimed their swords at my glory!"
"Your glory?"
Constantine's expression was slightly stunned, but then he immediately reacted and tentatively said: "Are you referring to... that little girl?"
"Exactly."
Although Lord was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold,
revealing a chill that pierced the bone marrow, "Since you plan to attack Yin Meng, then dying at my hands shouldn't be something to complain about, right?"
"Well done, friend!"
Constantine mourned for those scumbags for a second in his heart, and then said: "I have wanted to kill those hybrids for a long time, such scumbags don't deserve to stay in the world."
The so-called face-changing is faster than turning a book, which may refer to people like Constantine.
Lord was too lazy to argue with him and said, "Midnight is in his secret room, you better know how to get in."
"Don't worry."
Constantine patted his chest and assured: "I have been thinking about this guy's secret room for a long time, I know how to get in."
The two crossed the bar, and then followed behind Midnight's office, walking down for a few minutes, and came to a secret room decorated like a church.
Midnight was still in that outfit, suit and top hat, scarf and cigar, big gold chain and small watch, a socialite's aura.
However, the moment he saw Lord, Midnight's black face was frightened white.
"Dear Midnight, an old friend is here to see you!"
Constantine opened his arms enthusiastically, intending to hug this old friend, but unfortunately, he was pointed at the head with a double-barreled shotgun after only two steps.
"It's you, Constantine!!!"
The anger in Midnight's eyes was almost materialized, wishing to burn this damn man to ashes!
All because of this jinx, his years of reputation and territory were destroyed overnight!
As for the real culprit...
Sorry, Midnight didn't have the guts to seek revenge from Lord, so he could only vent his anger on Constantine.
"No no no..."
Constantine quickly waved his hand and said, "I know you are very angry now, but I am with him, shouldn't you think clearly about the consequences before you act?"
It's good to rely on a big tree to enjoy the shade. Constantine is too familiar with this set of pretending to be powerful. With just a few words, he made Midnight feel timid, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
"..."
Midnight's face was green and white, and finally, when he saw Lord, he could only hatefully put down the gun, "The bar is gone, and people have been killed, what else are you looking for me for?"
Constantine was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to the point: "I want to borrow something from you."
The electric chair that appeared in the original film "Hell Detective" came from the New York State Star Prison, one of the three prisons in the United States that used the electric chair to carry out the death penalty the earliest. Since 1890, 200 prisoners have been executed on this electric chair.
And when this electric chair devoured nearly two hundred lives, perhaps it was the wish of many prisoners to beg for time to go back before they died, thus endowing this electric chair with the magical effect of arbitrarily reversing time according to the user's wishes.
By the way, this electric chair is one of Midnight's favorite collections, and it cost a lot to get it at the time.
"What are you doing with that chair?"
Midnight asked vigilantly: "You know the ability of that chair, if there is not a suitable reason, I dare not lend it to you!"
The electric chair in Star Prison is too terrible. If it is used by someone with ulterior motives to arbitrarily reverse the past time, it is likely to cause turmoil in the world, and the neutral principle that he has always adhered to will be destroyed!
"The problem is, in the current situation, do you still have the capital to refuse me?" Constantine sneered. It's hard to speak when a big shot is standing behind him, and he doesn't need to care about Midnight's stinky face at all.
Midnight's face became even more ugly.
If it weren't for his fear of Lord, he would have even wanted to twist off Constantine's head and stuff it into the toilet to flush it away!
"Midnight, old friend, don't you still know my character?" I don't know where Constantine got the confidence to say this.
Obviously, Midnight knows his character better, sneered and said: "It's because I know you are Constantine that I am even more worried about you messing around!"
His character was questioned, which made Constantine feel very hurt, and sighed: "Okay, I confess, I actually want to find Balthazar."
Midnight was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "You have to guarantee to me that you will leave here immediately after using it, and never come to me again!"
"It's a pity, I thought we were best friends."
Constantine couldn't help but sigh, he had one less friend around him, and if something happened in the future, there would be no one to cheat.
Midnight sneered: "We have never been friends, not in the past, and even less in the future."