People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Constantine looked at the newcomer, and his eye twitched.

It's like my wish came true.

Suren leaned against the doorframe and continued, "It's such a pity. I even prepared a suit to attend your funeral."

Behind him, Lady yawned and looked down at her phone.

They came here specifically to see Constantine today in order to find out information about the slit-mouthed woman who was killing people all over the city.

We need to figure out whether this is the work of a serial killer or the work of a demon.

Both Suren and Lady had just returned from out of town and were completely clueless about the current situation in Los Santos.

Instead of searching for information everywhere and spending energy investigating from scratch, it's better to just follow your peers and use the information they already have.

Constantine sneered, "The last time we met, you were just a human brat who only knew how to talk big. How come you reek of a demon today?"

"What? You've already gone to hell for advanced training?"

"I'm not like some people who would rather go to hell than be accepted by anyone."

Suren shrugged and bluntly poked at Constantine's sore spot.

He walked to the bedside, looked down at the girl on the bed whose face was contorted in pain, and continued, "Your skills seem to have deteriorated quite a bit. You need a mirror to kill such a low-level demon?"

In many guesthouses, mirrors not only serve as objects that reflect light, but also as entrances to trap demons and open passages to other worlds.

Upon hearing this, Constantine could no longer contain himself.

He took half a step back: "Fine, since you think you can handle it, then you deal with this thing."

"Then watch carefully and learn well. This free lesson is only offered once."

Suren chuckled softly, and the magic power belonging to the Spartan bloodline within him suddenly erupted.

A pure and terrifying pressure enveloped the girl.

The girl's body trembled violently, her expression filled with fear and dread.

To the demon that parasitizes the girl's body, the blood and aura of Sparta are like an abyss that cannot be looked at directly.

This kind of pressure alone is enough to completely break it down.

A few seconds later.

A monster with most of its head cut off and its body emaciated could no longer endure the torment and howled as it crawled out of the girl's body.

Carrion demons are the most common low-ranking minions in Hell, occupying the lowest rung of the hierarchy, and are of low intelligence. They generally prefer to possess those with weak willpower.

As soon as the monster revealed its physical form, it scrambled and crawled toward the door.

Upon seeing this, Constantine immediately raised one hand and muttered an exorcism incantation.

"By the time you finish memorizing this set of words, it will have already covered two blocks."

Suren complained.

A short shotgun appeared in his hand without his knowledge, and purple magic instantly flowed into the gun, enchanting the bullets.

"Bang!"

A huge gunshot rang out in the room.

The demon fell to the ground, the magic-infused bullet shattering most of its body.

The monster emitted pungent white smoke from its entire body, twitched twice, and then became still.

Suren looked at the Demon-Slaying Holy Flame in his hand, somewhat surprised.

When he fought that ancient ogre last time, its abnormal regenerative ability made him feel that this legendary exorcising weapon was somewhat overrated.

Surprisingly, it works quite well against ordinary demons.

Perhaps the effect would be even better if it were combined with a specially made sterling silver bullet or a highly concentrated holy water?

Constantine, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

He remained in the posture of chanting the incantation, his expression stiff.

In the past, every time he performed an exorcism, he had to first prepare holy water, draw a magic circle with salt, and then fight a bitter battle at the risk of being devoured by the demon.

This person in front of me, who doesn't even know the slightest bit about mysticism, blasted the demon to pieces with a single shot?

This simple and direct solution opened his eyes.

Perhaps he could try making such a weapon?

Only then did the girl's family members arrive, panting, from their neighbor's house with a large mirror.

They didn't see any demon, but in a short while, a large hole appeared in the wall of their living room.

But seeing Suren's ferocious appearance, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Shall we go downstairs and find a place to talk?"

Suren turned to look at Constantine.

Constantine did not respond.

He glanced back at the girl on the bed, whose consciousness was gradually returning, then silently walked to the parents and whispered:

"Go and make preparations; she won't make it through tonight."

"What?"

The mother, who had just been secretly rejoicing that her daughter had finally returned to normal, fainted upon hearing this.

Constantine sighed and offered no further explanation.

Even if an ordinary person is only briefly possessed by a demon, they will suffer a severe loss of vitality and need to stay in bed to recuperate for a long time.

Not to mention that the carrion-eating demon just now intended to use this body to break down the barrier between the human world and hell, and forcibly descend into the human world in its true form.

The girl's life force had long been drained away; her current rosy complexion was merely a final burst of energy before death.

After giving his final instructions, Constantine followed into the elevator.

downstairs.

Constantine, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, lit it again.

He asked vaguely, "Speak, what brings you all this way to see me?"

"Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

Lady, who hadn't said much, spoke up.

"..."

Constantine glanced at the woman and wisely chose to remain silent.

He frequented Los Santos's black markets for many years and had naturally heard of this man's infamous reputation.

He had devoted all his skills to black magic and exorcism rituals, and his body was constantly ravaged by lung cancer, making him even weaker than the average person.

If you really piss them off, one straight punch could probably send you to meet your maker.

Suren stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "That crazy woman who's been wandering around the city lately, killing people."

"Let's share some information."

Upon hearing this, Constantine suddenly realized: "So you're the other group that takes on commissions?"

Having figured out the other party's intentions, he revealed a disdainful expression and sneered, "Why should I give you the information I've worked so hard to find? This is my prey."

"It's okay, we didn't really expect you to be that generous."

Suren looked at him with a smile, but that smile gave Constantine a bad feeling.

"It's okay if you don't tell us. We're free these days anyway, so we can be your bodyguards for free, protecting your personal safety around the clock, Mr. Constantine."

Suren shrugged and said.

"..."

Constantine's hand holding the cigarette trembled, and he almost burned himself.

This is probably the umpteenth time he's felt helpless today.

He looked at Suren's harmless appearance, then glanced at Lady beside him, who was ready to take action at any moment and subdue him by force.

Constantine was out of ideas.

His prized tricks and magic were utterly useless against this unreasonable threat of violence.

They couldn't win in a fight, and they couldn't escape either.

He scratched his hair in frustration and muttered angrily:

"FUCK! Come with me."