People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 462 462. The secret to clearing levels quickly

"Life cannot be measured by money, but if it were you, I would rather accept the money."

Fennell is a smart man. Even if he suffers a little loss, he does not want to continue to have any contact with harmful things. I was lucky to have Officer Zhang here this time. If I didn't have him next time, I would probably be tricked to death by John.

No one can guess what kind of enemy John Constantine will provoke. Fennel still wants to live for a few more years, and it is best to experience the feeling of riding in a spaceship.

The earth is about to enter the interstellar age. It would be a shame to die before then.

The group of people walked out of the military supply store. They did not get the information they wanted and even alerted the mage who stole Geraldine's soul. Constantine lit himself a cigarette to reduce stress.

Chas is his best friend. After the girl lost her soul, she didn't have much time left for her body. They had to get her soul back in two days or one day.

The mage who uses black magic is very powerful. Ordinary tracking magic is definitely useless, and it seems that there is only one friend left who can help him.

"Manny!"

Suddenly, Constantine, who was standing by the car, shouted into the sky. He did not forget that he also had a 'guardian angel'.

call--

Everything around him came to a standstill again. The only man who could move looked at the male angel who had folded his wings and said, "Give me a hint, where is the soul of Chas's daughter?"

"You know John, I can't influence the outcome of this."

Before the other party was about to lose his temper, Manny smiled and added: "If I were you, I would go visit a train factory that has been abandoned for many years."

After saying that, he spread his wings and disappeared into the sky, ignoring John's questioning.

"What did the black angel say to you?" Zhang San, who was sitting next to Zed in the back seat, asked. From the moment the British guy yelled at the sky to the time he returned to the car with a look of helplessness, something must have happened. Something happened.

Manny, Zhang San still remembers that the angel named this is a black man.

Even in heaven, you can't escape the black law. It's really a thing more terrifying than the virus.

"He suggested that we go look at the train factory that had been abandoned for several years. Which one is closest to Brooklyn?"

Constantine didn't think there was anything strange about Officer Zhang asking this. After all, Keyboard and he were friends, and Keyboard would tell him if he knew about Manny.

Zed, who was sitting next to Zhang San, contacted the transportation bureau on the phone and finally asked for an address.

Haskins Train Works, which had been abandoned for several years.

The taxi took several people to a forest in the suburbs. There was an old railway here but there was no train factory in sight. The only building was a warehouse with rusty external leaking pipes.

Zed checked the address just recorded. The transportation department told her that the location of the Haskins Train Plant was right here, but why couldn't she see it?

"Could it be another train factory?" Chas was more anxious than anyone else now. If he didn't find the mage's location quickly, his daughter would die.

Picking up a stone on the ground, Constantine weighed it and said, "Sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be the truth, especially when the other person is a powerful black magician."

As he threw the stone towards the empty railway not far away, several people saw the stone suddenly disappear in front of their eyes, as if it had been eaten by the air. "Can black magic make a factory transparent?" As Zhang San spoke, he put the semi-automatic sniper rifle he took out of the trunk of the car next to him, and then put the free mat given by Fenel on his shoulders.

"A special kind of magic that can change the perception of ordinary people so that they cannot see things obscured by magic. Magicians can do this."

With his hands down, Constantine closed his eyes and recited a spell. He wanted to break the magic.

In an instant, a huge old train factory was revealed in front of several people.

"Officer Zhang, shoot when you find an opportunity."

Constantine put something in his pocket and walked in with the other two people. The door and windows of the train factory had long been removed, and the ace police officer had enough vision to shoot the black magician inside.

As soon as the mage dies, his spell becomes ineffective.

With the help of an accurate marksman behind him, the British guy only needs to communicate with the opponent and guide him to reveal his flaws. After all, no matter how powerful the magician is when he is distracted, it will be difficult for him to deal with the fatal sneak attack of modern weapons.

There are some shelves filled with bottles and cans in the old factory building, all of which are related to black magic.

There was something cooking in several cauldrons on small stoves nearby, and there was a cloud of white smoke lingering on the pot surface.

Bang!

When Chas followed his friend past one of the boiling cauldrons, the liquid in the pot suddenly surged up.

The three of them stopped and glanced at the thing that made the explosion, then walked around the shelf and saw the figure sitting behind the magic table.

There are various magic props piled on the magic table. There are dark gold candlesticks with red candles on the left and right sides. There is also an open book in front of this person.

The other person was wearing a hooded robe, and they could only see the other person's old chin.

"I had a feeling you would come here, for the soul of your friend's daughter."

The voice was deep and a little hoarse. Just when Constantine was guessing who he was, the mage sitting opposite them took off the hood on his head.

Seeing this familiar face, Constantine laughed out loud and introduced Zed, who didn't know him next to him:

"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be an apprentice and assistant who had worked for the most powerful black magician of our time all his life, Felix Faust."

Faust, who was bald and had white hair on both sides of his head, watched him introduce himself to the people next to him. He waited for the guy to finish speaking before speaking:

"I am indeed the deputy, but Constantine, didn't you come to me because you couldn't break an apprentice's magic? Your ability to separate the soul from the body cannot be broken, right?"

Taunted by a black magician's apprentice, Constantine acted like he didn't care at all.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he asked the other party how he could let go of the girl's soul.

Just as these words were spoken, the old man sitting on the chair stood up, pointed his finger at Constantine in front of him and said:

"I have been someone else's apprentice all my life, and now I want you to serve me. A demon called Nightmare has come to this city. It is hunting my prey, and I need souls to increase my strength."

Originally, Faust was planning to gather some more strength to go and deal with this prey-stealing demon in person, but since Constantine showed up, there was no need for him to go there himself.

(End of this chapter)