People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 135 Bayonetta

Nighttime, Constantine's Cottage.

Su Lun pushed open the door and entered. The familiar smell of secondhand smoke was still there, but today the smell was a little weaker than usual.

He saw Angela sitting on the sofa, raised an eyebrow, and seemed to understand why.

Angela, dressed in loose loungewear, held a cup of hot tea and was gazing intently at Constantine's retreating figure.

"Cough cough—"

"What are you doing here?"

Suren glanced at Constantine, who had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, then looked at Angela with a knowing look in her eyes.

Angela felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand—I sold my house and have nowhere to stay for the time being, so I'm staying with John for a few days."

"I understand, I understand everything."

Suren understood immediately and followed up, "So, when will you give me the money?"

Ten million US dollars—that was the hard-earned money Constantine had worked so hard to earn for him.

Not only will this money advance the side quest progress bar, but more importantly, it will also grant you ten chances to draw magical artifacts.

The Snow Sword [Alastor] was damaged in the previous battle; he now has no suitable weapon to use.

This is a good opportunity to draw a few temporary magical items to tide me over.

Furthermore, he also needs to devise a new weapon as soon as possible.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief when the topic was skipped, and replied, "I've been running around to the bank these past few days to handle the paperwork, and the funds should be in your account tomorrow."

Suren nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, we'll talk about the money tomorrow."

Constantine took the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Let's get down to business."

He pushed a piece of paper in front of Suren, his expression turning serious.

The paper is printed with an image of an ouroboros.

"I asked someone to find out a clue about the origin of this symbol."

Constantine pointed to the pattern on the paper and said in a deep voice, "The earliest record of this can be traced back to the late medieval period in 15th-century Europe."

Suren raised an eyebrow slightly: "The 15th century? That's so early? That's several hundred years before the founding of the United States."

Constantine nodded solemnly.

"Um."

Suren put down the paper, leaned against the table, and waited for him to continue.

one second.

two seconds.

A minute passed.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Angela sat on the sofa, secretly observing the two men staring at each other, even softening her breathing.

"and then?"

Suren couldn't help but break the silence and asked.

"And then?"

Constantine shrugged, as if realizing how outrageous his next words would be.

His lips twitched slightly as he suppressed a laugh: "That's all."

"What's gone?"

Suren looked at the other person's smug expression and said, "You've been so serious for so long, and this is all you can come up with?"

"Otherwise what?"

Constantine rolled his eyes and retorted, "You said it yourself, this thing has existed for hundreds of years."

"A mysterious organization that has lived for centuries, hiding in the shadows, deliberately trying to remain undiscovered by outsiders."

"Do you expect me to find out where their hideout is or what color underwear their leader is wearing today in just a few days?"

Suren was momentarily speechless.

Because he felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

"However, perhaps there is a place where we can find deeper clues—"

Constantine abruptly changed the subject and said...

"stop."

Suren interrupted him, waving her hand, "Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now."

He has no interest in saving the world right now.

The most important thing right now is to eliminate the potential threats that have targeted Patty because of him.

As for organizations that smuggle demons across the border every day, let the angels deal with that themselves.

"Oh? You're giving up already?"

Just then, a languid female voice suddenly rang out from outside the window behind him.

Suren suddenly turned his head.

On the windowsill, a figure bathed in moonlight appeared at some point.

"Could it be because they're afraid of implicating that little girl named Patty?"

Bayonetta braced herself against the windowsill with one hand and slipped through the window like a black cat.

She leaned forward slightly, her full hips, encased in leather, were displayed before Su Lun without reservation, glistening alluringly in the moonlight.

Her proportions were exaggeratedly tall, she wore a tight leather jacket, black-rimmed glasses, and that iconic beauty mark under her eye—

"Bayonetta?!"

Suren's pupils contracted slightly when she saw the woman who had crawled in through the window.

Damn it, where did this old relic come from? How come I've never heard of her before?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suppressed his shock, looking at Constantine: "When did you two get together?"

"Young man, using the word 'flirting' to describe a lady is not elegant at all."

Bayonetta strode up to Suren, her pale fingers gently brushing against his shoulder, her red lips slightly parted:

I was the one who contacted him.

"However, more than that, I'd like to talk about something else right now—"

Bayonetta bent down slightly, looked directly into Suren's eyes, and smiled.

How do you know me?

"Oh--"

Suren chuckled softly and took a half-step back without making a sound.

I not only know you, but I've also played several of your games.

This woman, known as the "Bayonetta," is the last survivor of the Umberah witch clan.

She not only possesses dark magic that manipulates time, but also enjoys hunting angels in her daily life.

At the same time, she is also a super demolition team that demolishes wherever she goes.

Seeing that Suren didn't respond, Bayonetta chuckled lightly, completely unconcerned.

She turned around and lightly jumped onto Constantine's desk, crossing her legs.

The black leather jacket tightened slightly with her movements, accentuating her full curves.

"The organization behind this mark is called the Evil Witchcraft Corps."

Bayonetta played with a strand of black hair hanging down her chest and began to introduce herself.

"They are not ordinary demon cultists, nor are they fools who only know how to draw magic circles in the basement. They are a secret society that has been passed down from ancient times."

"To correct you, it's much earlier than the 15th century that the exorcist just mentioned."

She leaned down slightly, propped her chin up with one hand, and looked at Suren. "In recent centuries, their activities have become more frequent."

"Not only are they summoning demons from hell in various places, but they are also searching the world for humans with special bloodlines."

"Perhaps they are plotting some earth-shattering secret that could overturn the world?"

"How about it, handsome young man? Does it sound scary?"

Suren took a few steps back again, widening the distance between them.

He wasn't afraid; with his current strength, even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.

Moreover, even if the sky were to fall, Dante and Virgil, these two true monsters, would be there to hold it up.

Compared to these vague and uncertain crises, he would rather stay away from the dangerous woman in front of him first.

Those associated with her are either creators who have been asleep for millions of years or chaos gods who control the universe.

It's all about galaxy destruction and timeline reboots.

He can't play these high-level games now.

"Since you, the great witch, have taken over the investigation, I won't interfere. I wish you success in your investigation."

Suren resisted her temptation, turned around and strode towards the door, ready to slip away.

The instant his hand touched the doorknob.

【Ding! 】

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