The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 440 My Faith
The small folder is very thin, there should be only a few sheets of paper in it, and you can tell from the burrs on the corners of the folder that this thing should be some years old.

As a matter of fact, it is indeed the case. As we all know, John is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, so when he learned that a seraphim of the highest class had come to the world. Although he didn't know why this guy came, but, Since then, he has already started to work on how to prevent this guy from suddenly displeasing him and killing himself.

Of course, with John's strength, it is definitely impossible to confront an archangel. Therefore, our Mr. John Constantine wisely started from another angle.

That's what he believes in.

Yes, you heard that right, John is going to deal with a seraphim from the level of faith, which makes people feel like he wants to kill a fish by drowning, or kill a bird by falling to death. In short, just listen It's all kind of ridiculous.

But John is not an ordinary person. Although he was beaten by a group of hooligans from time to time, and was thrown out of the tavern by the security guards without paying for the drinks, but if you give him enough time, I will believe that he can kill Lucifer.

In fact, he really killed it, but that's all for later.

And in this folder are all the things that John has found over the years that can shake the belief of 'Archangel Gabriel'.

Gabriel calmly opened the document envelope that was falling apart, and then he took out a photo from inside.

In the photo, it was Gabriel and another man.

The man looked to be about 50 years old, and he was a little bald, but from the well-maintained skin and expensive attire, one could tell that this guy was a very rich man.

And the background of this photo is exactly this [Cambridge Club], coincidentally, it is also the tea table where Gabriel and John are sitting at this moment, Gabriel is still sitting in his seat, It's just that John was replaced by the bald middle-aged man.

Gabriel looked at the photo and said nothing.

"Do you know him?" John asked, lighting another cigarette.

"Of course I do. He's Mr. Cussel, a lifetime member of the Cambridge Club, and... no smoking is allowed here," Gabriel said.

"Oh, so you still remember this name. It seems that you know him very well." John continued to speak while smoking a cigarette as if he hadn't heard it.

"We don't know each other well. In other words, I am familiar with everyone I have met. My memory can store all the people and things I have seen. Of course, I will not refuse anyone to talk to me. It even includes you!" As soon as the words were finished, a dazzling holy light burst out in front of John's eyes, directly burning out his cigarette without even a trace of ash.

John looked at his two fingers that had not been burned to the bone, and shrugged indifferently: "Well, it seems that you don't like me, at least not as good as this Mr. Kussel, right."

"Of course, I like most of the people in this club. They are all souls who have contributed a lot to this world, but you are a scum destined to go to hell."

John nodded: "Yeah, I'm tired of hearing this comment, but do you know what this Mr. Cussel does?"

"Businessman, politician, he built the railway, he advanced the perfection of north-south transportation throughout Europe by 20 years."

"Oh, I didn't expect him to be quite serious." John said, "But, do you know his other identity?"

Gabriel seemed silent for half a second: "Another identity?"

"Yes, the other one. This great Mr. Kussel, is actually a leader of the National Front Party, who promotes racism, exclusion of color, blood, so to speak, souls killed without cause in his hands , can fill this club at least 30 times.”

"you're lying."

"I lie to people, but I haven't fooled angels very much. Humans are very cunning creatures. What you see is often what they want you to see, especially if you sit here all the year round Guys who don’t go out for a walk, you probably have almost forgotten what the outside world looks like.”

"I won't doubt Mr. Cussel just because of a word from someone like you."

"A person like me? Hehe, come on, I've said it all, human beings are all liars, and a person like me who writes a liar on his forehead, from a certain point of view, can be regarded as a gentleman Now, as for who Qussel is, you will find out soon, right. Now, what you have to think about is not these, but you and this big man of the National Front drinking tea and chatting , The interaction was very pleasant, but your 'father' turned a blind eye to this, and didn't even disclose any information to you, do you think this is normal?"

As he said that, John lit a cigarette again, but this time, Gabriel didn't immediately stop him, as if he had fallen into some kind of thought.

John smiled and added more strength: "Do you know how cruel those racists are? They don't kill people because of the land and people of the motherland, let alone for their own survival. They just do it for profit. For the sake of money, there is no justice or honor in their actions. What they have done is not even as good as the prime minister by the window on the second floor. It is a naked crime, a devil in the world, and your 'father' actually let you go Associating with this kind of person, hehe, do you still think that he let you come to the world, is it really just a trial? I think he just abandoned you. "

"Father will not abandon me."

"Yes, then did he tell you, what is your mission in the world? Did he tell you when to pick you up? For so many years, when you prayed every morning, did he give you a response? ?”

John lightly exhaled a smoke ring and said with a smile.

Gabriel was silent, but there was still no ripple on his expression.

"No, but I believe that my father will not abandon me. I am his most devout child. I will not doubt my faith just because of this photo."

"Stop talking." John wanted to try harder, but Gabriel suddenly interrupted him.

"You've said enough. You should go," he said, with a slight wave of his hand.

In an instant, a flash of light flashed, and when John opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the path outside the Cambridge Club.

And Gabriel's crooning was still faintly echoing in his ears.

"My Faith. Never Cracked"

John smiled.

Then, in a good mood, he walked to a phone booth by the road and made a call.

"Hi Ziliang?"

(End of this chapter)