People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Suren deliberately dragged out his words, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Why don't you help her regain her psychic abilities first, and then I'll tell you."

If Constantine doesn't help her restore her talent, and the demon finds another substitute, who will she ask for her points rewards and the Spear of Destiny?

"Impossible! I would never personally send her to hell!"

Constantine refused, saying he didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

"Constantine, this is not a decision you can make on your own."

Suren said, "The arrival of Mammon is inevitable, as you have seen in the recent chaos in Los Santos."

"Are those demons just out sightseeing?"

Constantine, though unwilling to admit it, still looked grim.

"Even if you don't help her restore her talent, can you guarantee that Mammon won't find anyone else with psychic abilities?"

"Or, can you protect her at all times, preventing her from being captured by demons?"

Suren's tone was persuasive, "Since things are already out of control, why not take the initiative and help her restore her talent?"

"This way, we have the initiative, and we can know in advance what happens."

Constantine felt that these words sounded somewhat familiar—

Isn't this the same line you always use to trick others into becoming cannon fodder?!

Angela realized what was happening and said firmly, "I'll do anything to stop those monsters who killed my sister."

Under Suren's persuasion and Angela's pleas, Constantine scratched his head in frustration and finally gave in.

"Come with me to my room; I need to make some preparations."

Constantine glared at Suren.

"You guys handle this yourselves. I have some personal matters to take care of."

"That's what Suren said."

Constantine gave him a suspicious look, said nothing more, and left the ward with Angela.

"Mr. Suren, what do we do next?"

Carrie, who had been quiet all along, asked curiously.

"Go and make some preparations in advance."

Suren watched the two figures disappear into the distance.

Mammon's final destination was this mental hospital. Although we don't know what tricks he has up his sleeve, it's better to make some preparations in advance.

……

The underground water storage tank of the mental hospital.

Suren surveyed the dark space.

The glass skylight above the reservoir has not yet been repaired.

A few weeks ago, Isabel jumped from that spot and ended her life.

In Western theological systems, water is the medium connecting the human world and hell, and also a sacred object for washing away sins.

And Mammon chose this place as the location for his descent.

"Suren, when are you going to settle the five million you owe me from last time?"

A deep voice came from the shadows, and Midnight Father, holding a cane, stepped out of the shadows with a hostile expression.

"What do you want from me this time?"

"I'll pay you all at once after this job is done."

Suren said without batting an eye, even though he didn't have a single penny in his account.

He pointed to the reservoir at his feet and said, "Set up a magic array for me here."

Midnight Old Man took a half step back: "What are you going to deal with this time? Not some demon god again, is it?"

Having learned from his previous experience of being tricked, Midnight Old Man was now somewhat wary of Suren.

"You're overthinking it. It's just dealing with a few ordinary demons."

Suren asked sincerely, "Do you have any more powerful killing formations?"

Midnight Old Man looked incredulous. Did he really need a stronger magic circle to deal with just one or two little demons?

You can't believe a single punctuation mark this guy says.

After a moment's deliberation, he gritted his teeth and quoted an exorbitant price: "Ten million!"

"no problem!"

Suren readily agreed, since he had nothing to lose and wasn't afraid of those wearing shoes anyway.

At worst, we can try to borrow some more after this is over.

Seeing that Suren agreed so readily, Midnight Father became even more flustered.

He looked around and couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you going to deal with? It's not some kind of Satan, is it?"

Before Suren could respond, he immediately distanced himself: "Let me make this clear first, I will absolutely not help you control the magic circle this time."

"I'll set up a trigger-activated automatic magic circle, and then I'll leave!"

"make a deal."

Suren nodded.

Although this kind of magic circle may not work against Satan, the necessary preparations still need to be made.

Moreover, his real killing move wasn't these fancy magic circles.

His true source of confidence lay in the [Yama Blade] trial card lying quietly in the system space, and the communicator in his hand that could summon Uncle Dante at any time.

……

Inside a rented room in the city.

Andrei looked at the computer screen, patted Clancy on the shoulder, and asked excitedly, "How's the video editing going?"

On the screen were their sights and sounds, from the small town of Haddonfield to the fog-shrouded hardware store, and finally to the Black Mountain base.

Clancy rubbed his tired eyes, saved the file, and said, "The progress is almost there..."

"But should we really send it out? Suren warned us not to cause trouble."

His exact words were: "Don't cause him trouble."

Andrei pointed to the screen.

The scene shifts to the Black Mountain base, where a figure wielding a greatsword is wreaking havoc.

But the figure was completely covered by a thick layer of mosaic from head to toe.

It could only be barely made out to be a human silhouette.

"Look at this mosaic."

Andrei laughed smugly, "At this level, even if he were sitting here looking at it himself, he probably wouldn't recognize who it is. Let alone those netizens."

"How could I possibly cause him trouble?"

Seeing Clancy's conflicted expression, Andrei patted his shoulders: "Don't worry, buddy."

"If he really comes to me, I will stand up and take responsibility for all the consequences."

"Think about the benefits this video can bring."

"Think about your younger sister who's still waiting for her college tuition!"

"Once this video is released, we'll be the hottest adventure stars on the entire internet! Sponsors will be lining up to send us money!"

Clancy looked at the screen, thought about her impoverished family, gritted her teeth, exported the video, and uploaded it.

A moment later, Andrei looked at the successful upload notification and let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at Clancy, who seemed lifeless, and smiled as he put his arm around his neck:

"Don't worry, I used a proxy to change my IP address in order to post this video, and I even posted it on an overseas paranormal forum. No one can find us."

"Stop making that sour face and come on! I'll treat you to a fancy meal. When we get back, we'll be celebrities!"

……

Safety and Containment Center.

In the dimly lit hall, the sound of keyboards clicking filled the air.

They are top hackers from all over the United States, dedicated to monitoring information on the internet around the clock.

A video that was posted on a forum after going through multiple redirects and having its IP address covered was captured by their program as soon as it appeared.

Not only were the videos blocked, but the information tracking team has also traced the source and uncovered the uploader's physical address.

"Sir, the location of the person who posted the message has been located."

A surveillance officer pulled up the surveillance footage from a roadside location.

The picture shows two people sitting in a restaurant eating.

It was Andrei and Clancy.

Sitson walked in from outside, his face grim.

Last time, he recklessly mobilized experimental subjects to intercept and kill Suren, resulting in the complete annihilation of his army.

Those in power berated him mercilessly.

If he hadn't used the equipment on the monster to obtain Suren's combat data and redeem himself, he would have been thrown to be fed to the demons long ago.

"Have you been able to compare the scenes?"

Sitson stared intently at the screen, his voice laced with suppressed anger.

"They're out!"

One researcher typed, "After comparing the terrain and scenes, the video was filmed starting from a hardware store in Bridgeton and continuing all the way to the Black Mountain base."

Sitson gritted his teeth, staring at the pixelated mess on the screen: "Who is this person?"

"Sir, we retrieved Andrei's recent social media records and deduced his combat data, cross-matching it with the database. The results..."

The technician swallowed hard, hesitating slightly.

"Speak!" Sitson snapped.

"Yes... Suren."

"Bang!"

Sitson slammed his fist heavily on the control panel, his face extremely grim.

Sure enough, the other side was deliberately eliminating their branch base!

Last time it was a forest observation point in West Virginia, and this time it's the Black Mountain base in Maine.

What about next time?

The next time they come knocking with that greatsword, will their target be this hidden underground security center?

Those damned Armitage family bastards actually forbade them from taking action against Suren, saying they were afraid of being exposed prematurely and ruining the plan.

A glint of malice flashed in Sitson's eyes.

He couldn't just sit and wait to die. Since the higher-ups were not doing anything, he had to make plans for his own life as soon as possible.

To directly provoke this jinx is tantamount to suicide.

But as long as you're human, you're bound to have weaknesses.

At that moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed.

If you won't touch Suren, then go after the people around him.

For example, that girl named Patty.

As long as this woman is under control, even if Suren has extraordinary abilities, she will have to be hesitant to act against him and will have to obey his orders.

"Mobilize the task force and head to Los Santos immediately to capture that woman named Patty. Be careful not to alert Suren."

"Sitterson said coldly."

He stared at the otherworldly monster on the screen, cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily. He couldn't help but feel that these American soldiers were unreliable.

"etc."

Sitson continued, "Awaken the T-02 prototype codenamed Tyrant and program it with the same capture commands."

Only with such a powerful weapon, infused with the power of a high-level demon, can the operation be guaranteed to succeed without fail.