People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

In the spacious and cozy office, Balthazar was grooming himself in front of the mirror.

Having spent many years in the human world, this hybrid demon was in a very good mood lately.

As long as His Highness Mammon successfully arrives...

As the number one contributor, it can wash away the lowly bloodline of half-human beings in its body and be promoted to a noble pure-blooded demon.

His Highness Mammon also promised it that he would grant it the right to rule a separate state.

However, the only thing that made it uneasy was that the demons around Prince Mammon seemed to have vanished into thin air recently, and it was impossible to contact them anywhere.

But none of that matters.

Balthazar smiled at the handsome human face reflected in the mirror.

"Huh? Why is the mirror distorted?"

Before it can react.

"boom!"

The mirror shattered instantly.

The immense impact sent Balthazar flying, crashing heavily onto the desk.

The specially made bullet blew away its human disguise, revealing half of its ugly demonic face.

Before it could even get up, a black figure pounced on it and pinned it to the table.

"Bang! Bang!"

Constantine straddled the demon, punching it repeatedly, shouting, "Where's the Spear of Destiny?!"

Balthazar was beaten so badly that his eye socket shattered and his eyeball fell out.

But it wasn't annoyed at all. A smile appeared on its half-human, half-demon face, and it mumbled indistinctly:

"Don't waste your energy, little John. It won't be long before I'm no longer wearing this disgusting human skin."

Before he could finish speaking, Balthazar suddenly raised his leg and kicked Constantine away.

Constantine grunted and slammed into the wall.

A hand grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.

"It's a pity you're so short-lived, you'll never see that day."

Looking at Constantine's flushed face, Balthazar said mockingly, "Stop struggling, little John, just enjoy these last moments."

Constantine gripped Balthazar's arm tightly with both hands, his face flushed and struggling to breathe.

Just as Balthazar was about to snap that fragile neck,

"Bang!"

Before anyone knew it, Constantine had donned a brass knuckle engraved with crosses and various inscriptions, and punched it in the face.

"what!"

The brass knuckles, imbued with divine power, instantly smashed half of its face to pieces.

Constantine seized the opportunity to break free of his restraints.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath, and with a few punches, he knocked Balthazar to the ground.

"Damn it! Where is the spear of fate?!"

Constantine took out a Bible and held it in his hands.

"Ahem... See you in hell, John."

Balthazar, panting heavily, grinned sneered, "This time, you can't escape."

Seeing its stubbornness, Constantine sneered, "I may go to hell, but you might not."

He opened the Bible and began chanting incantations.

"..."

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, A—"

"Stop! You're insane!"

Balthazar convulsed in terror, screaming, "The Spear of Destiny is no longer in my hands! I've surrendered it!"

Constantine stopped reciting, his eyes icy: "Who did you give it to?!"

"What good will it do to tell you? John, do you dare go to that person and ask for your things back?"

Balthazar breathed a sigh of relief and sneered.

"Bang!"

Constantine didn't waste any words and delivered another heavy punch.

"Stop talking nonsense, where the hell is it?!"

"Gabriel."

Balthazar, enduring the pain, spoke slowly and deliberately. He wanted to see Constantine's reaction upon hearing that name.

Gabriel?!

Constantine's pupils suddenly contracted.

The guy who watches over humanity for God is actually connected to Mammon's affairs?

This truth made him instantly realize the seriousness of the situation.

He suppressed his shock, swung his fist back, and delivered another heavy punch to Balthazar, coldly mocking:

"By the way, God will only forgive you after you have received forgiveness."

Constantine stood up and walked towards the elevator.

He must rush back to the church immediately to ask Gabriel what exactly happened!

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened.

Angela carefully stepped out of the elevator, holding a pistol in both hands.

Upon seeing Constantine, she immediately asked:

"Where is that bastard who killed Isabel?!"

Constantine was taken aback when he saw her.

He never expected that this woman would be so reckless as to secretly follow him!

You should know that all the demons in the city are looking for her!

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

Constantine yelled angrily, "Get back in the car..."

Before he could utter his next sentence, a sudden change occurred!

The elevator behind Angela suddenly shattered inwards.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a large hole was torn open in the elevator door.

Angela was instantly sent flying backwards into the elevator, her body passing through layers of broken walls and disappearing into the dark, rainy night outside.

"Angela!"

Constantine's expression changed drastically. He frantically pulled out his phone and dialed Suren.

"Beep—beep—"

"Damn it, answer the phone!"

Constantine was so anxious that he paced back and forth.

A few seconds later, the call failed to connect.

"FUCK!"

Constantine was furious and threw his phone on the ground.

He braced himself against the wall, looking at his own grotesque face through the reflection, and gradually calmed down.

Where will Angela be taken?

Those demons captured her, undoubtedly to complete Mammon's descent ritual.

He suddenly remembered that during the day at the mental hospital, Suren had not left with them, but had made an excuse to stay.

Isabel also jumped from the roof of the mental hospital and died after falling into the water tank...

"Reservoir...reservoir..."

Constantine kept repeating those words, and his eyes became clear.

He turned around abruptly, pressed the button on the still-functioning elevator, and rushed towards the mental hospital.

……

Mental hospital.

Suren, Carrie, and Midnight Dad huddled in a corner of the reservoir room.

Suren frowned as he looked at the earthenware jar that Old Man Midnight was holding.

The fishy stench emanating from the earthenware jar made him lean back slightly in disgust.

"Does this thing of yours even work?"

Suren asked doubtfully.

"This is the rotting corpse incense dug out of a ghoul's tomb; it can mask all the smells of the living!"

"Midnight," Old Man said with some heartache.

"It is very difficult to hide one's whereabouts from the angels' perception."

"But if it's just about changing the scent to fool the other person, it's still quite easy."

As he spoke, he sprinkled powder under the feet of the group.

"According to what you just said, Gabriel's purpose is to release Mammon from hell."

"Then His attention must have been entirely focused on the ritual."

"As long as we disguise our own scent as that of a demon from hell, given His arrogant nature, He won't even bother with a few crawling insects hiding in a corner."

Just now, in order to dispel Old Man Midnight's suspicions, Suren briefly explained to him the whole story of Mammon's descent.

Of course, he didn't mention a word about his plan to kill Mammon.

"That sounds plausible."

Suren nodded thoughtfully.

"Of course, there is one prerequisite."

"That means the other person has never seen what you really look like."

Old Man Midnight glanced at Suren, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

"You...you haven't met an angel before, have you?"

"I don't think so, right?"

Suren stroked his chin, carefully recalling his experiences over the years.

Apart from recruiting an angel named Augustus in the sewers of Haddonfield a while ago, I haven't seen any other angels.

Augustus is still imprisoned in Silent Hill and has no chance to send a message to Heaven.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Gabriel to know himself.

Hearing this slightly hesitant answer, Old Man Midnight fell silent.

He always felt like he was on a sinking ship.

Just as the three of them were staring at each other in disbelief...

"Bang!"

A dark shadow fell through the broken skylight above the reservoir and plunged straight into the water.

"They're here!"

Suren's expression brightened, and his eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness.

The long-awaited grand show has finally begun.