End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

[Skill Card: Gate of Hell (Don't get me wrong, it's just a door)]

[Skill Card: Soul Manipulation (used to deal with ordinary people without any disadvantage)]

I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a character card, but generally speaking, I was satisfied. The skill card of "Hell's Gate" made Russell subconsciously think of the "Heaven's Gate" that he had used before.

Midnight has a suit and top hat, a scarf and cigars. He is a black man who looks like a big guy. Since he is black, he must have a big gold chain, so there are many precious metals hanging on Midnight.

"John Constantine, I haven't seen you for a while, do you have any relics for sale?"

As soon as they met, Midnight became cynic and sarcastic. The relationship between him and Constantine was very complicated, sometimes they were enemies, sometimes they were allies, depending on their interests.

"No, I've quit that business a long time ago."

"Yeah, that will shorten your life!"

There was a lot of gunpowder in the midnight talk, because some time ago, Constantine sold fake holy artifacts here, and he swindled him a lot of money.

Probably seeing that Constantine's life is not long, and that his soul is still being missed by a certain boss, Midnight was secretly happy, and after a few words of ridicule, he didn't bother to pursue the previous fake incident.

"John, you know the rules here, you shouldn't bring ordinary people in." Midnight glanced at Angela, and immediately became dissatisfied, but soon, this dissatisfaction was forgotten, and he began to look up and down Russell .

"Midnight, this is Russell, my good friend." Constantine introduced, and then added: "He is an angel!"

"What kind of angel?"

"The purest kind."

"hehe!"

Midnight smiled inexplicably. As a neutral person, he did not want to participate in incidents that seemed to be very troublesome. He just nodded with Russell, and then continued to talk 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 to kill you. If you don’t want to die, get out, and after a while, there should be more customers.”

"It's okay, you will protect me."

"You think too much!"

Seeing Midnight's indifferent attitude and the fact that the two of them had no friendship, Constantine stopped talking nonsense and said bluntly, "I want to borrow your collection for a while, don't worry, it's in the bar and I won't take it away."

"which one?"

"The Electric Chair in Star Prison."

The Electric Chair from the Stars, one of Midnight's favorite collectibles, which he had acquired from the New York State Penitentiary for a fortune.

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 very rare psychic prop similar to sacrifice to obtain superpowers.

By the way, the reason why American prisons use the new electric chair is because of the friendly sponsorship of a certain capitalist named Edison.

Its purpose was to make people terrified of alternating current by declaring the lethality of the electric chair, and instead buy his own direct current equipment.

To add, the electric chair was not invented by Edison, but by his assistant using alternating current!

Criminals: "..."

"John, I don't care what you want that chair for, but you know my principles and I'm not going to lend it to you. In fact, I worked so hard to get that chair so that I wouldn't let someone like you The same people mess around." Midnight refused without hesitation.

"I was attacked by the devil!"

"It's normal. If you haven't been attacked by a devil for more than three days, it's called a strange thing."

"The real target of the devil is not me, but her..."

Konstantin slapped the table in front of Midnight, pointed at Angela, and said loudly: "They have already killed her sister, and then her, this is very abnormal, they are planning something, this is war!"

Midnight rolled his eyes, and then said seriously: "I said, I don't care what you want that chair to do, I'm only in charge of neutrality. As for the war you mentioned... Let me tell you this, pick ten people from the bar at random ,

No one will believe your nonsense. "

It seems that this is the case!

It was too real, and Constantine couldn't find a reason to refute it. He grinned at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath and continued: "I have evidence. The devil who attacked me was Baldassar. As long as I can find him, I can prove it to you." You see, hell is planning a war to invade the world."

Hell invades the world?

Is Satan out of his mind?

Midnight rubbed his temples, he was more inclined to Constantine's brain damage than Satan's brain damage: "John, if you have nothing else, just leave quickly."

He began to drive people away at midnight, lest the unlucky Constantine die in his bar, not because he was afraid of getting bad luck, but because he was afraid that Constantine's lilac-scented soul would attract Satan.

Small business, can't stand the toss!

"Midnight, you are really neutral, tell me the truth, have you fallen to the side of the devil?"

"Regarding this, I can testify for Midnight. He is impartial and fair. We have tried to win him over several times, but we have never been successful."

At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a neat suit and combed back came in with a wine glass.

Manly and elegant, with a kind smile on his face, he gives a very good first impression, like a gentleman and aristocrat in the upper class.

It's a pity that it's not. There is a strange red blood in his eyes, and the sulfur smell unique to hell emanates from his pores. He is a standard devil.

"Baldasar!?"

Constantine was happy. He asked Midnight to borrow the electric chair in order to use the super power of the electric chair to find Baldassar. Now the target showed up on his own initiative, saving him the trouble of falling out with Midnight.

Good man!

"What's the matter, the famous Constantine, do you have any advice for me?"

Baldasar drank the red wine that was as sticky as blood in the glass, and said with a smile: "Let me guess, because I know that my life is not long, and I want to use my help to make my life easier down here?"

Without waiting for Constantine to say anything, Baldassar put down his glass and continued: "Give up, your future life will be very exciting, especially your friends, they think about you like crazy."

Baldasar's initiative to show up was not because of Constantine's aura of insanity, but because he had to.

He was afraid that Constantine would persuade Midnight to get the chair with superpowers and see through the truth behind the conspiracy.

Baldasar is the executor of the plan, not the one who makes the decision. To put it bluntly, he is a coolie. If the plan is exposed before it succeeds, he will die a miserable death.

Since Constantine used the electric chair to find him, he simply showed up and asked him to skip the step of using the electric chair.

"Don't interrupt, you bastard, you have sneaked up on me several times, and I will settle the account with you today." Constantine grinned, spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and took out the gold finger cot from his jacket pocket.

The finger cot is a weapon made in recent years. It is very popular with Constantine in hand-to-hand combat. Regardless of its age, the source of gold is very particular. During the Crusades, it was blessed by a certain archbishop.

Boom!

Midnight slammed the wine glass on the table and said angrily: "John Constantine, you know the rules here, be smart, otherwise I don't mind throwing you out."

"Hehehe..."

Baldasar looked at Constantine with a smile: "I also want to settle this account with you, but the time and place are not allowed. Otherwise, I will leave you an address. If you are brave, you can come anytime. Find me."

As he spoke, he took out a business card case from his suit pocket, pulled out one and handed it over.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side, cut off the business card halfway, and put it in front of him to read it.

It's Russell!

Zizizi————

When a little holy light touched the business card, thick black smoke instantly ignited, and the whole business card was burned to ashes.

"Hey, Midnight, you saw that bastard attacking me." Constantine's eyes lit up, pointing at Baldasar and cursing.

The business card has been cursed with magic. If you touch it rashly, it is very likely that the entire arm will be corroded into rotten flesh. What's more, it will be cursed into a low-level monster such as a scavenger.

Midnight frowned slightly, and looked at Baldasar with dissatisfaction, pointing directly at the door: "Everyone get out, the bar refuses to open to you tonight."

"Midnight, I want to talk to you..."

Russell clasped Baldasar's neck and interrupted his words. The Holy Light invaded him little by little, and said to his hideous face: "The owner of the bar has kicked him out. Don't make it difficult for him. Let's go out and talk."

As he spoke, he waved his back to Midnight and dragged Baldasar out of the office door.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Midnight shook his head repeatedly, and blacklisted several people, permanently refusing to receive them.

...

On the back street of the bar, Constantine waved his hand and cast magic to drive away the idlers around and make passers-by subconsciously stay away from this place.

Russell grabbed Baldassar's neck and lifted it in the air. Due to the attack of the Holy Light, the latter's head took off its human disguise and turned into a skeleton wrapped in miserable green skin, which was very terrifying.

"Devil, do you want to go to heaven?"

Baldasar didn't speak, and raised his hand to break Russell away. After touching it, he was burned by the holy light and screamed silently.

"Russell, if you pinch him like this, he won't be able to speak." Constantine couldn't stand it any longer.

What a LOW devil, he's actually the same as a human!

Russell smiled apologetically, first punched Baldashar three times hard between his chest and abdomen, and then let go, throwing him to the corner of the wall.

"Who are you?"

Baldasar coughed twice, his dark eyes glowed red, and he got up from the ground.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are working for. Speak up and I'll send you to hell."

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Baldasar sneered again and again, and after a strange howl, the pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, turning into a mottled town distorted by the high temperature.

Surrounded by dozens of hideous and ugly monsters, Baldasar said with a murderous intent, "That woman can't die, and the rest...Konstantin can take a breath."

"Just say kill me..." Russell grinned very kindly.

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