Three in the morning, Montserrat time.


    Hang up Vera''s call from the railway station.


    Cole sat in a chair, frowned and lit a cigarette.


    "The system has entered the Constantine film world."


    "Check current vital signs..."


    "Start digitization..."


    "Calibrate timeline..."


    "Background story generation..."


    Suddenly.


    The cold mechanical synth came.


    After a brief silence.


    The unique, impetuous, fast-paced noise of urban streets sounded in Cole''s ears.


    open one ''s eyes.


    The afternoon sun is sultry and dazzling.


    Marlboro''s choking smell wafts into your nose.


    Cole took a deep breath.


    A sidewalk sandwiched between pedestrians and crossing the road.


    Walk twenty meters west.


    Over tramp tents everywhere.


    Look up.


    A small store with a rolling gate half closed is in disrepair for a long time and particularly messy.


    Even the cheap neon lights that should have been on are decolorized and broken by the rain.


    DemonBBQ。


    Name of the store.


    On the surface, it''s a hippie run restaurant selling American barbecue, but even homeless tramps don''t want to patronize it because of the bad environment and evil door.


    later.


    The system tone sounds again.


    ''no one knows where you come from, demon hunter.


    When you came to this world, countless demons coveted your powerful psychic talent far beyond all mortals.


    Trying to dominate your soul and become the spokesman for them to walk in the world.


    It is not until they have suffered enough in your hands that they have reluctantly dispelled their unrealistic ambitions. "


    "You run a strange firm in the city of angels. Although the business is poor, you always don''t care.


    Until five years ago.


    In a case of demon possession, you met the famous... Or notorious John Constantine.


    then...


    Satan at his call.


    A wonderful idea suddenly occurred to me.


    Since they can''t do anything, the demon hunters who appear on earth for no reason, why don''t they take the opportunity to connect you with Constantine''s life like a candle in the wind? "


    "Recently, you feel more and more weak, as if something is greedily eroding your vitality..."


    End of mechanical synthesis.


    Stand outside the office.


    Cole finished his last cigarette and ran it over the wall.


    bend.


    Walk into the shop.


    Snap your fingers.


    Originally dark, small and dusty, the office changes rapidly under the operation of supernatural forces.


    The ground is expanding.


    Gentle spotlights light up one by one.


    Wall cabinets displaying various firearms appear behind the metal bar.


    The nimosan lantern is hung in the center of the room and shakes gently.


    Come to the bar.


    Pick up the glass, pour half a glass of whisky, raise your head and drink it up.


    A violent cough.


    The sharp pain in his lungs made Cole frown.


    It''s really thanks to those bastards who can figure out the sinister move of life connection. Who the fuck did you learn it from?


    Continue to develop like this.


    i ''m afraid.


    Before John Constantine dies of lung cancer, he will be drained of his vitality and die in the ridicule of the success of the devil''s plot.


    Take a look at the wall clock.


    No accident.


    The famous John should exorcise a little girl in a cheap apartment building now.


    Refill half a whisky.


    This time.


    The sound of rolling gate collision suddenly sounded in the office.


    however.


    The guests visiting the shop can''t see the real office created by the power of nimosan lantern.


    Cole held the glass.


    A thought.


    A broken wooden door suddenly appeared on the wall of the office.


    Not long.


    A Mexican woman with sweat dripping on her forehead carefully pushed open the wooden door.


    The first sight of Cole sitting in front of the bar.


    And a wall cabinet full of guns.


    She once thought, did she go to the wrong place?


    Compared with legend.


    The "devil barbecue" office specializes in exorcism. The style here... Is completely a place operated by a gang and illegally selling guns.


    Stand at the door.


    After hesitating for a long time, he clenched his hands in front of him and asked in a low voice, "is this the devil barbecue office? I''m looking for Mr. Cole."


    Cole leaned against the bar, his frown locked and his indifferent face seemed to be left and right, writing two English words: badguy.


    "It''s me."


    Get a positive answer.


    The woman breathed out a foul breath, took a step forward, and said hurriedly, "my daughter has become very strange recently.


    I took her to the hospital.


    But the examination results, the doctor said there was no problem, and then... "


    Cole interrupted her incoherent voice and said coldly, "if you can find me, it means that the priest can''t deal with the thing hidden in your daughter''s body, so he asked you to come here to find me."


    The woman nodded quickly.


    As if thinking of something, he flustered opened his handbag, took out a stack of old banknotes, held them in his palm and begged, "the priest said, please take a lot of money, but... These are all the savings of Dan and I. I beg you here, Mr. Cole.


    Save my daughter. "


    Finish half a glass of whisky in one gulp.


    Put down your glass.


    Cole stepped in front of her, tall, condescending and oppressive.


    "What''s her name?"


    The woman stepped back, did not dare to look straight into the demon hunter''s eyes, glanced away and replied, "Molly, Molly Parker, sir."


    Reach out.


    In the woman''s hand, take an old twenty dollar bill and put it in her pocket.


    With a snap of their fingers, they immediately returned to the dirty and broken shop. As they walked out, they took out a cigarette and lit it. They frowned and said, "people in the Church never like me, madam.


    But the necessary remuneration is part of the rules. "


    This time.


    The system prompt sounds suddenly.


    "Regional task 1, generated."


    "Although John Constantine is very good at dealing with demons and unruly hybrids, one''s energy is limited after all.


    So.


    When forced to do nothing, the priest will let the desperate mother go to the devil''s barbecue office and ask you for help. "


    "Mission objective: to ensure Molly Parker''s survival."


    ''task reward: The Amulet of martyrs; Punishment for failure: no smoking. "


    A glance at the statement given by the system.


    Cole continued, "tell me first if your daughter had any contact with anything that looked abnormal before she became abnormal.


    Psychic board, or soul summoning game. "


    The woman followed Cole with a puzzled look at first.


    After all.


    The image of "Mr. Cole" she heard from the priest was completely the image of a greedy Jewish businessman.


    But the other party is not only willing to help her.


    It''s just a symbolic $20 reward.


    The woman covered her mouth, tears flashing in her eyes, closed her eyes, shook her head, took a deep breath, her voice trembled slightly, and explained, "my daughter occasionally sees some strange things.


    I thought she was lying until last week... "


    Talking skills.


    Cole stopped a taxi.


    They galloped towards their destination.