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Chapter 376 Constantine and Dogs Not Allowed

Whether Du Mu is an angel or a devil, Midnight Old Man won't care too much.

He was able to maintain absolute neutrality in the struggle between heaven and hell, which naturally gave him enough confidence.

It should be understood that the weak have no right to talk about neutrality.

But Du Mu was a police officer, which completely changed the nature of the situation.

After all, he lives on American soil, where the most powerful force is never heaven or hell, but the American government.

Everyone living here must abide by one rule: the law.

Despite possessing superhuman abilities, Midnight Daddy is still fundamentally human.

No matter how strict his rules are, can they be stricter than the law?

At midnight, the old man suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

If Du Mu tried to pressure him by using the concepts of heaven or hell, he could simply invoke the principle of absolute neutrality and kick him out.

But Du Mu used human laws to pressure him, which made things a bit difficult.

Legally speaking, his midnight club is indeed operating illegally, without even a proper business license. If things are taken seriously, he could be in serious trouble.

Putting everything else aside, tax evasion alone is enough to get the IRS to come knocking on your door in an armored vehicle.

Old Dad never cared about these things before.

Anyway, his club is protected by magic, so there's no need to worry about humans discovering this place.

But who could have imagined that such a superhuman as Du Mu would emerge within the judicial system?

Angela, who was standing nearby, reacted very quickly and immediately took out her police badge from her pocket and showed it off.

"That's right, we are officers from the Los Angeles Police Department. My name is Angela Dodgson, badge number 7439."

She didn't know if Du Mu's identity as a police officer was real or not, but she was definitely real, which would help cover it up.

After hearing this, Old Man Wolf glared fiercely at Constantine.

He felt like he'd been tricked again; this bastard had actually brought two policemen to raid his place.

Constantine spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

He didn't expect this to happen so suddenly.

What was supposed to be a supernatural exorcism film instantly turned into a police raid on organized crime, and the mysterious and eerie atmosphere that had been there just moments before vanished completely.

Old Man Midnight took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Du Mu smiled and said, "It's very simple, we just want you to cooperate with the investigation."

"But my rule is to not favor either side and to remain absolutely neutral." Old Man Midnight was still trying to struggle.

"What does your neutrality towards Heaven and Hell have to do with the police?"

Du Mu stated confidently, "There is no such thing as neutrality in the law. As long as someone breaks the law, we have the right to take coercive measures against them. If you feel there is anything wrong with our law enforcement actions, you can call the Los Angeles Police Department's complaint hotline at any time."

Old Man Midnight was so angry his face turned black, he almost blended into the environment, but there was nothing he could do.

If anyone else had dared to threaten him like that, he could have easily used voodoo magic to throw them out of the club.

However, Du Mu is protected by his status as a police officer. If he dares to resist, it would be a clear case of assaulting a police officer, which would immediately raise the penalty to three stars or higher. At that point, the entire midnight club would probably be surrounded by the police.

After hesitating for a long time, Old Man Midnight finally gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll cooperate. But let me make it clear beforehand that I'm not biased towards either side. I'm just fulfilling my duty as an ordinary citizen by cooperating with the police investigation."

Du Mu grinned: "Of course, we can apply for a Good Citizen Award for you afterwards. Now tell me, what exactly does that design mean?"

This time, Old Man Midnight no longer concealed anything and slowly said, "That symbol represents the son of the devil, Mammon."

Constantine was horrified upon hearing this: "The son of Satan?!"

Just as God has His Son Jesus, Satan also has His Demon Child, namely Mammon.

Angela quickly asked, "What exactly is Mammon's purpose? Why is he targeting my sister?"

Du Mu replied, "Your sister said that an extremely terrifying demon wanted to use her as a medium to break through the barrier and descend to the human world. It must be this Mammon."

Constantine's face immediately turned grim: "If Mammon's true form were to descend to earth, the entire world would be doomed."

As Satan's child, Mammon's strength is naturally not lacking. Although he is far less powerful than his father, he is by no means someone that ordinary forces can deal with.

If Mammon were to come to Earth, it would surely become a second hell.

Hearing their conversation, Midnight Daddy, unusually, chimed in: "You're overthinking it. Pure-blooded demons cannot descend to the mortal realm in their true form, especially someone of Mammon's level. It's extremely difficult, and it's not something that can be done just by finding a suitable medium."

"There is an insurmountable barrier between hell and the human world. This is a rule jointly established by God and Satan. No one except themselves can pass through this barrier directly, not even Mammon."

"Unless he receives help from the power of God or Satan, which is simply impossible."

Although Satan is the ruler of hell and a synonym for evil, he is also known for adhering to the rules.

After he and God decided on this game, he never set foot on Earth again.

He would never tolerate such rule-breaking behavior as Mammon's, not even from his own child, and he would never lend his power to Mammon.

As for God, that's even more impossible.

This is no different from pooping on someone's head and then asking them for a tissue.

"I don't think it's that simple; there must be a huge conspiracy behind it."

Constantine pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with the lighter on Midnight Dad's desk.

"But now that we know Mammon is the mastermind, the next step will be much easier."

Du Mu asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"Since Mammon wants to break the rules, then of course we should report him directly."

Constantine chuckled: "Heaven certainly won't stand idly by. It's perfect to leave it to them. They're professionals in this area anyway. I happen to know an angel of considerable rank. You've probably heard of him—Archangel Gabriel."

Du Mu nodded: "Alright, let's set off then."

After obtaining the information they wanted, the three of them rushed out of Old Man Midnight's office.

Watching them leave, Old Man Midnight finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out a new cigar to light, only to find it empty.

"Fuck, Constantine, you bastard, you stole my lighter!"

I can tolerate anything, except taking someone else's lighter.

At midnight, Old Man Dad was furious and roared at the door, "Someone, put up a sign outside that says Constantine and dogs are not allowed!"

As the three walked out of the midnight club, they prepared to get into their car and leave.

As soon as I reached the roadside, something strange happened.

One by one, the streetlights along the street went out, and darkness spread along the street from afar, swallowing up the light around them in the blink of an eye. The once bright street was plunged into thick darkness.

In the darkness, the faint sound of countless wings flapping could be heard, along with shrieks and howls that sent chills down one's spine. A strong, pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

"Shit! We've been ambushed!"

Constantine reacted quickly, pulling out a small piece of rag and setting it on fire with the lighter he had just swiped.

Flames quickly ignited, bursting forth with a blinding, holy light that swept across the surroundings.

The hellish monsters hidden in the darkness instantly revealed themselves, letting out a shrill scream, and were instantly burned to ashes by the holy light.

These are fragments of the clothes Moses wore, the clothes that Moses wore when he parted the sea.

Unfortunately, the holy light lasted for less than two seconds before it went out, and the darkness that had just been forced back immediately pressed down again.

Du Mu looked disgusted: "You're so short-lived."

Constantine looked at the strip of cloth in his hand, now reduced to ashes, with an embarrassed expression: "I used it once during the demon attack last time, and this is all that's left."

"Never mind, I'll do it."

Du Mu casually raised his arm and released the illumination spell.

In an instant, a dazzling white light burst forth from his palm, spreading in all directions and illuminating the entire dark street as if it were daytime.

All the hellish monsters hiding in the shadows were instantly exposed, forced to reveal their twisted and ugly true forms.

Wherever the holy light swept, the monsters' bodies began to sizzle and emit heart-wrenching screams, melting and dissipating at a visible speed, leaving not even a trace.

Just then, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

A car came crashing down from mid-air, hurtling straight towards the three people's heads with a whooshing sound.

Du Mu stood in front of the two men, raised one hand, and steadily caught the flying car, then threw it back in the direction it came from.

Bang! !

The car exploded in mid-air, scattering debris everywhere.

A man in a sharp suit slowly emerged from the flames of the explosion, his eyes gleaming crimson, his tone icy: "Constantine, it seems you've found another good accomplice."

Constantine's face darkened: "Balzaza, so it was you, you hellish bastard, who ambushed us. It seems you are Mammon's lackey."

Unlike the hybrid demons, Balthazar was a high-ranking demon in Hell. He had dealt with Constantine several times, and each encounter was unpleasant, leading to a long-standing grudge between the two.

Balthazar did not deny it, and said coldly, "I am here to stop you from interfering with Lord Mammon's good deed."

"You?"

Constantine scoffed.

Although Balthazar is a high-ranking demon, due to the restrictions of the barrier, when Balthazar possesses a human body, he can only use some minor magic at most, and his physical strength is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person.

He's not bragging, but someone of this caliber could easily beat them to a pulp.

Constantine patted Du Mu on the shoulder, looking relaxed: "Buddy, you don't need to bother this time. Watch how I deal with him and let him know who's in charge here."

As he spoke, he took out two golden knuckle dusters engraved with runes from his trench coat pocket, put them on, and strode forward with an air of arrogance, ready to perform a physical exorcism and put on a big show.

The next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Suddenly, Balthazar's body swelled and grew taller, his suit was stretched to shreds, a pair of huge black bat wings suddenly unfolded from his back, two ferocious black horns emerged from his forehead, his skin turned dark gray, and his whole body surged with a thick black aura.

Balthazar: (。皿。)

Constantine: ∑（；A）

Why did it transform right away?

Without a word, Constantine turned around and shielded Du Mu in front of him: "Buddy, I suddenly feel it's not good to steal your thunder. I'd better not compete with you for this devil."

Balthazar had clearly used some means to break through the restrictions of the human barrier, allowing him to unleash the power of his true form. The difficulty level had instantly skyrocketed, and Constantine had no intention of risking his already dwindling life.

"It would be the same no matter who did it."

Balthazar let out a low growl.

He flapped his enormous black wings, and a gust of wind carrying a scorching, sulfurous smell rushed towards them. He soared into the air and swooped down on the three of them with a whooshing sound.

Sizzle—!

Pig runes appeared out of thin air in Du Mu's hand, and two blinding yellow lightning bolts suddenly shot out from his eyes, blasting the attacking Balthazar away. Balthazar crashed heavily onto the road more than ten meters away, creating a shallow crater in the hard concrete.

Balthazar struggled to climb out of the pit, the charred marks on his body from the electric shocks slowly healing.

Before he could even catch his breath, Du Mu had already leaped into the air, conjuring a dazzling white slash in his hand, and brought it down on his head.

Balthazar instinctively raised his arm to block.

The long white blade sliced ​​through without resistance, severing both bone and flesh, and black blood spurted out, sizzling and corroding as it fell to the ground.

Balthazar's pupils constricted sharply: "What a sharp light bulb!"

"You ignorant fool, this is a magic sword."

Du Mu snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, the magic sword split into countless fine light blades, completely enveloping Balthazar.

The power of light is naturally effective against demons, and every attack triggered a critical hit, leaving countless hideous wounds on Balthazar's body in the blink of an eye, with no sign of healing whatsoever.

"asshole!"

Balsazar panicked a little.

He had assumed that Du Mu was just another exorcist Constantine had found, at most on par with that old smoker.

Little did they know that Du Mu's strength was so terrifying, completely on a different level.

Seeing Du Mu's attacks becoming increasingly fierce, Balthazar suddenly chickened out. The black aura around him surged violently and rushed towards Du Mu, trying to force him away.

At the same time, he flapped his wings and retreated rapidly, trying to create distance.

Gan Mu didn't even bother to dodge. He instantly activated his protective spell, and his body emitted a dazzling holy light that made the approaching black energy hiss and melt away as quickly as boiling water poured on snow.

He emerged directly from the still-lingering black mist, his right hand gripping the magic sword, which began to gather power. His entire forearm was enveloped in light, the brightness steadily increasing.

At the moment of full power, Du Mu suddenly threw the magic sword at the retreating Balsazar.

Whoosh—!

The magic sword transformed into a white streak of light, tearing through the air and piercing straight through Balsazar's chest, pinning him to the ground.

The sword was deeply embedded in the cement pavement, and the surrounding cracks spread out in a spiderweb pattern in all directions.