Papa Midnite still disagreed: "This is my bottom line."
He was the type who wanted everything; he had provided convenience to the demons before, and now he wasn't helping Constantine all the way. Knowing that the World might end, he still didn't do his best, simply trying not to offend anyone.
But how could Fang Yuan let Papa Midnite have his way? He only allowed one person to have it all.
And that was himself.
"If you don't give it to me, I'll go to Mammon and say all the intelligence came from you," Fang Yuan said, his words shocking everyone.
Papa Midnite's eyes widened suddenly. You rascal, how can you besmirch a man's innocence out of thin air?
Fang Yuan didn't care at all. Papa Midnite was a black man; where was the innocence?
Thus, Papa Midnite flew into a rage and immediately prepared to use witchcraft to teach the loud-mouthed Fang Yuan a lesson.
But with the Ancient One Template equipped, Fang Yuan simply waved his hand, and Papa Midnite's witchcraft directly dissipated.
This move left Papa Midnite completely stunned. Constantine quickly said to him, "I suggest you listen to him. Fang isn't as easy to talk to as I am."
Papa Midnite felt as if he were hearing some wild fantasy; he looked at Constantine as if he were being ridiculous.
Wasn't it you who just burst into the club and pointed a gun at me?
However, this also made him realize that he couldn't afford to provoke either of the two in front of him. Constantine, a dying man, had no scruples, and he seemingly couldn't beat Fang Yuan.
He could only pull a Dragon Breath out of his treasury with a sour face and throw it to Fang Yuan.
Thus, Fang Yuan quickly crafted a shotgun identical to Constantine's, and the group of four set off immediately.
Fang Yuan, Constantine, Chas, and Angela.
The latter also held a specially made shotgun. Although it didn't have the cool special effects of Dragon Breath, it could still use holy bullets.
They split into pairs. Constantine and Chas went to the ward, while Fang Yuan and Angela headed to the hospital's fire water supply center, responsible for throwing a holy crucifix into the water tank. This way, the fire water would turn into makeshift holy water, greatly weakening the demons in the hospital.
Angela was very proactive, climbing directly onto the water tank and throwing in a half-meter-long, ornate crucifix.
However, Fang Yuan couldn't help but complain again.
"This crucifix is covered in gold and gemstones. So, money and holiness never conflict, right?"
Angela was speechless. In her understanding, it was normal for church items to be so ornate.
Just like the national bank being in the hands of private organizations, is there a problem?
It was just local characteristics.
Meanwhile, Constantine and Chas ran into a large crowd of men, women, young, and old.
Constantine knew this floor should be completely empty, so there was no doubt—these were all demons here to suck up to Mammon.
"I'm John, John Constantine, you bastards!" Constantine shouted. "I'll give you one last chance to leave, or I'll... kill you all!"
Demons who die in the human World return to Hell, but if they are killed by holy substances, it's true death.
The dozens of people present all looked at Constantine with cold sneers. In fact, they all knew him without an introduction—the famous exorcist, their mortal enemy.
If they had met him alone, they might have given Constantine some face, but now, with so many of them, they just treated Constantine's words as empty talk.
Until Constantine pulled over a chair and lit his lighter against a fire sprinkler.
The floor's fire system was instantly triggered, and water shot out from all the sprinklers, falling onto all the demons.
At first, they didn't care, until a intense burning sensation spread across their bodies.
"Holy water!"
Finally, a demon realized, and someone shouted, "Kill him!"
The demons rushed toward Constantine, trying to stop his next move.
But they didn't know that after John Constantine got his shotgun, he automatically changed his name to John Wick.
Constantine had clearly practiced; every shot accurately hit a demon, and his reloading motion was so smooth it didn't affect his continuous fire at all, leaving Chas, who was holding a gun on the other side, unable to help much.
"Leave some for me!"
Fang Yuan also rushed in, the golden Dragon Breath shotgun in his hand firing directly. An exaggerated flame erupted from the muzzle, like a dragon's breath, burning the demons it hit directly into ashes.
"Wait!"
Constantine was quick-eyed and quick-tongued, calling out to stop Fang Yuan just before he was about to shoot a female demon cowering in a corner.
Fang Yuan stopped firing and saw that the female demon looked quite decent, then noticed Constantine's somewhat anxious expression.
Female demon? Constantine?
Fang Yuan suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when searching for behind-the-scenes movie info, he had seen a deleted scene with a story between Constantine and this female demon.
This female demon was named Ellie, a Succubus, and could be considered Constantine's lover.
The tattoos on Constantine's arms, the Seal of the Red King, were obtained through trickery with Ellie's help.
In the deleted version, Constantine let Ellie go in the end.
However, the director later wanted to establish Constantine's lonely image, so Ellie's scenes were cut.
No wonder Constantine acted like a celibate ascetic in front of Angela.
Since she was Constantine's old flame, Fang Yuan naturally didn't kill this Succubus.
"Ellie, go," Constantine nodded toward the door. "You won't be changing Masters today."
Ellie was a demon under Satan's command. The news that Satan was coming personally to collect Constantine's soul was revealed to Constantine by Ellie.
But demons, well, whoever shows up is the boss. It was normal for Ellie to come and show her loyalty when Mammon was about to descend.
Ellie looked at the situation around her and quickly fled in a flash.
Angela, however, gave Constantine a strange look: "You and a Succubus... that?"
She was a believer and could not understand this behavior at all.
Angela looked at Fang Yuan. Compared to Constantine, Fang Yuan might be more dissolute, but she found Fang Yuan's style more acceptable.
At least he was human.
Constantine didn't explain anything and quickly changed the subject: "Thanks, your holy water spray was very timely."
Fang Yuan waved his hand: "You shouldn't thank us, but this fire system, for actually being able to spray water."
Constantine couldn't understand: "Why wouldn't there be water in the fire pipes?"
Fang Yuan chuckled and shrugged: "Maybe in another Los Angeles, there just isn't?"
Even in a World with demons, the fire pipes in Los Angeles have water. One could only say that in a certain World where fire hydrants had no water during a major fire, the ones ruling Los Angeles were probably more terrifying than demons.
"Worth learning from," Fang Yuan thought to himself.
When it came to exploiting the myriad Worlds, he still had a lot to learn from these foreigners.
Anyway, he was also exploiting foreigners; what did it matter who got the benefits?
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