Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Is this the way Mephisto told you then?"

Angel looked at Constantine in front of him, and while feeling the power in his body flow like water in a pond, he spoke peacefully.

"If that idiot hadn't violated the verbal agreement, I probably wouldn't have chosen this method to save my life."

Konstantin threw the spent cigarette butt on the ground and took out a new cigarette.

Mephisto's so-called cure for his cancer was nothing more than paralyzing his body with a little force.

That clone who can't even connect to hell now, how can he get the power to cure his cancer?

While Constantine was deceiving Mephisto, that old and cunning demon was also deceiving him.

Making a verbal agreement with the devil will only lead to this result.

Constantine has long been used to it.

"So that's why you didn't want to tell me."

Angel quietly walked in front of Constantine.

There was pity in the calm eyes, and there was also a glimmer of hope.

"Yes, I always hurt my friends, but you are the only one I calculated deliberately."

Constantine felt all over his body, but couldn't find his lighter.

In the end, I had to give up this plan.

"John Constantine, you will be the Thirteenth Division's greatest enemy."

The bayonet in the priest's hand hit the protection propelled by Angel's strength.

"Father Alexander Anderson, don't you attack me less? You will forgive me in the end, because I am a betrayer with thirty silver coins and straw rope in my hand!"

Constantine suddenly turned his head and shouted in an angry tone he had never had before!

"John, you've always been like this."

Gabriel's figure suddenly appeared here, dressed in pure white clothes, with bare feet stepping on the ground.

"You have never believed it, so you don't care about betrayal. You have chosen to live like this, and your embarrassing wailing is regarded as an unbearable past by you, so you show it as frivolous and exaggerated."

"Don't tell me you know me well, Angel."

Constantine dismissed Gabriel's claims.

"Can I cure you, John?"

Angel walked up to Constantine and gave him a hug.

Not pity, but hope.

Constantine's body stiffened in an instant. He had hugged others countless times, with a smile, a mask, and even strong malice.

But this is the first time someone has offered to hug him.

"Yes, Angel. Then you'll be just Angel."

Constantine spoke in the most affectionate tone of his life.

Then he pushed Angel away and even fell to the ground.

"Father Alexander Anderson, we will talk in the future, but today, separation is the only way."

"Would you throw thirty silver coins at God, and then hang yourself with the straw rope in your hand? You are a traitor and not a traitor, an apostle and not an apostle..."

All the bayonets in Father Anderson's hands turned back into pages, and they were assembled into a Bible, which he held in his hands.

"John Constantine, I'll see you again, and I don't think it will be too late."

The Bible turned into pages, surrounding Father Anderson.

Saint Angel is disappearing, and that Angel Dawson Constable is reappearing.

The mission of the priest had already failed, so he had to go back and report directly.

The pages disappeared, and Anderson left with them.

"Konstantin, it seems that you don't plan to take Angel with you any longer."

Gabriel stepped barefoot and stepped on the edge of the magic circle.

"My friends are always in trouble, so I don't want to meet new friends."

Constantine took off the cigarette from his mouth and stood opposite Gabriel, the two of them stared into each other's eyes facing each other.

"Do you still remember the feather given to Angel by the Supreme Sorcerer? You actually lost to the devil this time."

Gabriel looked at Constantine amusedly.

At that time, the angel Manny had the power that once belonged to Gabriel in the feathers that were pulled down.

That feather was enough to cure Constantine of his cancer.

"When I saw you, I thought Angel gave you the feather."

Constantine spoke in a calm and low tone.

"John, I think being a police officer is more suitable for me. A saint is too heavy an identity."

Angel slowly started to fight, looked at the scratches on his elbows, and then walked behind Constantine expressionlessly.

"That's great, dear Angel, you can fight on the front line again, and then go to church to confess."

Constantine turned around with a smile, and then slapped him across the face forcefully.

"Then, as you know, I'm a police officer of the crime squad, not a fool who can be tricked by you!"

The moment Angel slapped that slap, the magic circle stopped functioning.

All the power in Angel disappeared, and naturally the magic circle lost its effect.

"What a powerful forehand..."

Snapped!

"And a precise backhand."

Angel directly walked out of the magic circle that had lost its effect, and the holy light on her body was exhausted.

"I'm going back now, what are you going to do?"

Angel shook his hand and looked at Constantine, whose face was swollen on both sides. Then he took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it over.

"The thank you gift I prepared before was originally intended to be given to you when we parted."

Constantine lit a fire and lit a cigarette.

"I originally planned to go back, and I might find some business over there."

Constantine suddenly thought of the agent who was full of "I'm thinking about it", he was a little bit big-headed.

"After all, those secret agencies probably need professionals like me, and they can protect me, who is fragile." (There are enough knife blockers over there)

Constantine said, and took a deep breath.

"Is this what being healthy feels like? It's amazing!"

Constantine, who didn't have the slightest sign of coughing, couldn't be happier. He hasn't felt such smooth breathing for a long time.

"Then go back!"

Angel held the San Van Gonza deed in his hand, and tossed it casually.

Gabriel's figure suddenly disappeared in place again.

Just like the angel Manny whose waist was unloaded at that time, he came and went without a trace.

"I also want to ask Gabriel if his wings have grown back."

Constantine said casually.

Of course it didn't grow back, it was directly twisted by Bulkelso in anger.

Even though Gabriel has regained his strength, it doesn't even spread its wings to show its identity.

The barely healed wound made its wings look like a giant ugly.

"I just want to know, what should I do with this contract?"

Angel threw the San Van Gonza deed to Constantine, but Constantine did not accept it.

Then the contract flew right past Constantine and fell to the ground, just landing on Kattersley's chest.

"Let's bury it together, anyway, no one knows the location of the unopened contract."

Constantine said casually.

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