Club manager''s office.


    Sound insulation effect.


    The noisy nightclub BGM is particularly dull.


    "... John, even if you forget, that thing can still kill you.


    You also know that I am neutral. As long as the balance is not broken, I will not favor either side. "


    Constantine, pale, stood opposite the boss''s table, as if recalling the past, and said, "before you opened this bar, you were a witch doctor who fought 30 demons on your own, and I..."


    He exhaled the waste cigar at midnight, narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "and you are Constantine, the famous John Constantine.


    But that''s a thing of the past. "


    obviously.


    The powerful voodoo warlock realized that Constantine''s life was coming to an end.


    Waiting for him.


    Only fall into hell.


    And the demons he once sent down by hand will surely hold a grand welcome "party" for him.


    If judged by the standards of demon hunters.


    Constantine is an excellent psychic medium, but he is definitely not qualified.


    Cunning.


    Negative.


    The only life is also submerged in lies.


    People in the industry understand.


    The contrast means are treacherous, and neither the devil nor the angel are willing to provoke the voodoo warlock midnight father.


    Or.


    The terrible demon hunter who slaughters demons, tramples on angels and speaks his name can make the whole hell silent. Even Satan and God can''t help it.


    John Constantine''s behavior style is doomed to a miserable end after falling into hell.


    The devil is not afraid of him.


    Even hate him to the bone!


    Constantine originally wanted to continue to move out the evidence and pull him into the water at midnight to help him fight the coming dark invasion.


    Unfortunately.


    No one wants to believe this man''s nonsense.


    Especially his peers.


    Sell all kinds of fakes to midnight.


    Rely on tricks to tease Satan and archangels.


    Full of sweet words, cajole the demons of hell... Or, regardless of gender differences, abduct a beautiful angel to sleep with him.


    Even... Even the notorious demon hunter showed his way in a cooperation.


    Midnight would rather believe that the wild dog on the roadside is God than every word Constantine said.


    This time.


    A very discordant voice sounded at the door.


    "Wow, that''s terrible."


    Hear a sound.


    Constantine turned and said in a deep voice, "Balthazar."


    The half blood devil, who likes to wear a striped suit and dress up as a gentleman, plays with a coin in his hand, shakes his body very obscene, and laughs, "just what you just said can make me happy all night."


    On earth.


    They have nothing to do with this cunning guy.


    But if the famous Constantine''s face and soul fall into hell after death... Many things can''t be controlled by him.


    At the thought of here.


    Balthazar only felt comfortable, highlighting a cool.


    John, who is full of evil fire, can''t stand this provocation.


    Step.


    He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and threatened loudly, "I''ll make you happy enough now!"


    See you at midnight.


    He hit the table with his fist and said angrily, "John, you know the rules here! Don''t be wild on my territory!"


    Seeing Constantine standing where he was, he was helpless and furious.


    Balthazar was more and more excited, smiled, took a step forward and said, "brother John..."


    Unfortunately, I haven''t finished.


    Mixed with the smell of tobacco.


    A big hand from behind.


    Suddenly put it on his shoulder.


    At the same time, there is a cold voice that lacks emotional fluctuations, ringing around.


    "Balthazar, it seems that your injury is recovering well. Don''t you want to share with me the feeling of eating pizza with your left hand?"


    Just hear this familiar voice.


    The half blood devil''s scalp tingled for a while.


    He shouted in his heart: why is this haunting guy


    An old acquaintance with a frown and a cigarette in one hand smiled reluctantly and said, "good evening, Cole walker."


    Compared with the dirty words and obscene body language insults when treating Constantine.


    Face Cole.


    The half blood devil is like a gentle little sheep.


    That''s it.


    He looked at his father at midnight.


    He broke away from his arm on his shoulder, smiled awkwardly and politely, and said, "I think we can talk about that another day, midnight."


    Finish.


    Turn around and go.


    It seems that if you stay here for one more second, you may die.


    At midnight, he spread his hand, held a cigar in his left finger, stared at Cole reluctantly and said, "is this necessary? This is my territory and Balthazar is my guest."


    Cole frowned.


    He took a deep breath of cigarette and said indifferently, "his legs are long on himself, midnight."


    Throw away the cigarette butts.


    Look up.


    Facing Constantine, he grinned, clenched his right hand and hammered it hard in his face.


    The latter snorted.


    Continuous backward.


    Knocked over the boss''s desk and fell to the ground.


    Seeing someone wounding in his territory, he stared at him in the middle of the night, got up, pointed to Cole''s nose and said angrily, "you''re looking for death! Demon hunter!"


    Cole pulled out the justice trial, pointed to his face and said expressionless, "this is my personal grudge with John boy. Don''t mind your own business if you don''t want to get into trouble at midnight.


    Unless you want a few more bodies of hybrid bastards out there. "


    At midnight, his face suddenly sank and said, "you''re threatening me."


    "Just a suggestion."


    After dropping this sentence, Cole ignored his midnight attitude, went to Constantine, squatted down, grabbed him by the collar, pulled him up and said, "I know you''re a troublemaker, John.


    But I think you can give me a reasonable explanation for one thing.


    Not long after I left Gabriel''s pigsty.


    A small legion of hell attacked me.


    I don''t think Balthazar has the courage to trouble me. "


    Hear what Cole said.


    At midnight, he frowned and said, "hell corps? They can''t appear on earth."


    Cole didn''t look at him and replied, "there''s never any shit balance in the world. Either you kill him or he kills you, that''s it.


    But you always value balance.


    Why don''t you go to hell and ask your sister carefully. "


    Constantine grabbed Cole''s wrist, broke free, knelt on the ground, coughed violently and spewed out a lot of blood.


    Take a deep breath and reluctantly stand up.


    I know I''m wrong.


    Even owes Cole half his life.


    Wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth and said, "I feel something approaching, Cole, something... Very dark, Hoo... So I need that chair to help me find the answer."


    After a moment of silence at midnight, he refused, "I won''t take sides until I find out."


    Constantine looked up at him.


    Touch out a cigarette.


    He stumbled out and still didn''t forget to take out the lighter and light it.


    Cole followed him.


    They left the club and stood outside in the street.


    Chas, who was shopping at the convenience store in the distance, hurried to hold John and asked, "hi... Are you okay?"


    Constantine did not answer.


    Open the taxi door and sit in the back.


    Chase also hurried to get on the bus.


    however.


    Before he could start the engine, Cora opened the door and sat on the co pilot.