People in DC, every day administrative leave

Constantine in the passenger seat opened Jasmine's phone and glanced at the latest text message. The soul contractor named Anton asked her to take the vinyl record to 60617 Martin Luther King Boulevard.

Zhang San used the all-powerful Google to search for this location. Most of the information on the Internet said that Chicago's Martin Luther King Avenue was a dangerous area with various crimes and slums.

There are also many homeless people and gangsters here, and their criminal behavior has caused some shops to close and move away from the area.

Click.

Loading a magazine for the unnumbered pistol in his hand, Zhang San told the two that a firefight was likely to occur next.

"If you don't need Director Gary's gun, give it to me." Constantine had already experienced the feeling of not carrying a gun when he was in Evergreen last time. This time he had to get one for self-defense no matter what.

"I thought you were going to use magical little magic to scare those gangsters who have done everything, just like the monsters in some movies that can scare away heavily armed soldiers by just standing there and screaming twice."

He handed Chief Gary's pistol to the British guy, and at the same time took out some body armor. After all, the area he was going to was full of black people, and he couldn't expect the other party to have the sense not to shoot but just chat.

Magic may be of some use to white gangsters, but if you want to use it to scare black gangsters, forget it.

As long as Constantine dares to show his hands with flames in front of the other party, others will definitely shoot him several times to turn this guy into a human showerhead.

"You still have this with you?"

After putting on his body armor, Chase saw in the rearview mirror what the rear passenger was wearing on his head, a cartoon version of Batman's hood.

"An authentic Batman cowl to prevent those gangsters from retaliating against me."

The voice of Officer Zhang who was wearing this thing sounded a bit muffled to the two of them. If he could lower his voice a little bit, he might actually be talking like Batman.

Fortunately, the police on the road did not stop the car with the strange passengers. Even if a patrolling police car drove up beside them while waiting for the traffic light, they only glanced back and said nothing.

Ten minutes later.

squeak.
The car slowly pulled over and stopped.

Chas was left watching the car, and Constantine, who had a gun hidden in his waist, walked into an apartment building similar to a community with Officer Zhang.

In the guard room next to the iron gate, a uniformed black man stared at them for a while, and then said to Zhang San, who was wearing a Batman hood: "Take off your hood."

"We are here to meet a friend. He lives in Room 3908 on the seventh floor."

That Anton couldn't possibly live here. For a white man to dare to live in a black area was no different than seeking death. Constantine guessed that the real owner who had ideas about vinyl records lived here.

Sure enough, the guard didn't ask Zhang San to take off his hood anymore, he let the two of them in directly.

"Don't hit Anton later, he's still useful."

In the stairwell, Constantine softly recited some kind of spell to impose a layer of 'protection' on himself and Officer Zhang next to him.

If the body armor prevents bullets, then his spell prevents the two of them from being harmed by magic.

The person who wants to obtain the vinyl record must have great power, and the person must know that the story of this legendary record is not made up. It might be a black magician. Last time they were able to easily kill Faust because of Officer Zhang's sneak attack from a distance. The black magician would not be so easy to kill at close range.

Pushing open the door with the sign No. 3908, the ritual symbols and red lights that caught his eye made Constantine change his guess.

The other party is not only a black magician, he is also very familiar with witchcraft.

After passing through the cubicle, the two came to a room where the sound of a TV was coming from. There were extinguished red and white candles and witchcraft props everywhere, and the old furniture was covered in ashes.

As they saw when they entered the building, the entire building was abandoned. There are paintings spray-painted by gangsters on the walls, the elevators are out of order, and there is filth left by homeless people in the corridors.
And how could there be a doorman in an abandoned apartment building, so the black man underneath should also be the other party's subordinate.

With the ace police officer following him, Constantine, who was not worried at all, continued to walk forward and saw a wretched-looking man: "Are you Anton?"

"who are you?"

Seeing that the 'Batman' next to him was a bit burly, Anton, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, quickly raised his hands to show weakness.

"A profit-seeking soul contractor, a fool like you has no ability to get that lady's soul back. So, who is your other trading partner?"

Constantine, who was approaching step by step, left this guy speechless. Anton, who smiled bitterly, took one more look at the muscles of 'Batman', and then pointed back: "There he is."

To be honest, he is just a contractor, there is no need to get a beating in vain.

It was the right choice to leave this guy who looked very difficult to mess with to that person and let them fight with each other.

Looking in the direction Anton pointed, two old green canvases separated the room to create a secret space, but they could still see the black and white TV programs being played on the TV inside through the gaps in the canvases.

Since the windows were all boarded up and there was no light, Constantine walking in front could only see a man sitting on a chair in front of the TV.

That familiar back and outfit
"I should have guessed it was you, Father Midnight." A smile appeared on Constantine's face. The black man in front of him who dressed himself up like a successful person could be said to be his 'old friend'.

"Midnight what? What does he do?"

Zhang San didn't want to say those other words, because the other person's name seemed to be deliberately taking advantage of others.

"Daddy Midnight, a voodoo master who likes to deceive people, is also a drug dealer."

Constantine, who had his hands in his trouser pockets, explained the identity of this gentleman and then glanced at the program on the TV. It was a voodoo channel specially designed for a specific group of people to watch.

Father Midnight, who was playing with the cigarette in his hand, sneered, turned to look at the big man wearing a cartoon version of Batman's hood, and said to Constantine: "Can you help introduce your friend?"

"I am Revenge, I am Night, I am Batman!" Before the British guy could speak, Zhang San lowered his voice and introduced himself.

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The scene was a little quiet for a while. Father Midnight put down the lighter he was about to use to light a cigarette and cast a questioning look at his old acquaintance.

Although John Constantine is not a good person, he wouldn't hang out with such people, right? (End of chapter)