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John took out a lighter in the crowded and silent crowd. He looked at the blond woman in front of him who made him feel very uncomfortable. He especially hated the woman's upward smile.

That smile signifies the arrogance that sees through everything, and the composure that controls everything. That confidence comes from years of experience on the dark road, as well as an innate bastard character.

Even as crazy as a drug addict obsessed with danger.

All in all, she may have gone through some shitty things, but don't think it's those damn past that made her who she is today.

No, those are all excuses.

John knew it, because now he was looking at his past after experiencing the destruction of an entire world, and he felt that whether his mother survived or not, whether his father was a bastard or not, he would still go down this path. road.

Yes, he will still follow the path of magic, and he will still find these dark powers. Because deep down he doesn't want to be a weakling, because he won't surrender to death. He enjoys the pleasure of defeating one bastard after another in this shitty world.

And the woman in front of him is a mad dog like John.

The same smell, the same taste.

She smelled it, and so did John.

"How long have you been observing these escapees? Three days? Four days?" The woman took John's lighter and lit it. She was not in a hurry to light a cigarette, but observed John again under the swaying light of the fire. After a few glances, she seemed equally interested in John.

Under the greedy movement of the crowd, John and the woman in front of him were as unmoved as stubborn rocks. Those people didn't care at all about these two guys who were standing in the latrine and not taking a shit. They only cared about the light on the wall and the new world behind the light.

"It's enough time for me to get useful information." John held the cigarette butt while watching the woman light the cigarette on her lips, and then watched the woman put his lighter into her pocket. "It's enough time for me to find an idiot to use as a stepping stone." . Of course, I was just lucky, because this idiot I found actually..."

"A bastard who made a fortune by relying on the woman who loves her, a beast who can even sell his own child!" The woman put her hands back into her coat pockets, holding a cigarette in her mouth, and through the wisps of smoke, the amber His lustful eyes were illuminated by the white light on the wall behind John, flashing with a crazy and cold light, "Can a person really change so easily? Is what changes him new benefits? Or is it really a discovery of conscience? This Just raise your bet, right?"

John raised his eyebrows. He was not very happy because he didn't like the feeling of being analyzed by others. It was like being put on the chopping board and being disemboweled and cut into pieces by a butcher.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind?

This woman has been quietly watching from behind? But can anyone really hide from Metatron?

"Don't be so surprised, dear! Among this group of people, there are several people who are eyeing those two guys." The woman took two steps, she slowly leaned forward, and put her side face to John's left ear At the same time, she smiled maliciously and said, "You did what you could do, and so did I. And I think you owe me a big favor. The fact that you are still here is a good proof."

John smelled a faint floral fragrance.

It was like musk, and... some kind of herbal smell.

After John smelled this smell, he felt that his eyes were a little blurry. He hurriedly covered his nose. With a frown, he remembered that this was a kind of food that the indigenous people of Australia put in the water before performing seance rituals to induce people. Herbs that produce hallucinations and expand extrasensory abilities.

It is also a truth serum.

"Don't worry, it's just a little residue." The woman moved her head and said with a smile, "That was a shaman who was being used. I forced him to leave his body. He may be in a cat now, or It's inside a rat, and God bless, I hope it's not the latter."

"So you helped me clean up some tails." John didn't feel grateful. He had never had such strange emotions, and he didn't expect others to thank him, but he needed those people to remember what he had given him. The good thing is that this means a stack of alternative chips.

The most important thing is that John becomes increasingly convinced that he knows the true identity of the mysterious woman in front of him.

If she is really someone who sincerely helps him, then she must be one of the other two companions mentioned by Chen Yu who acted together.

But who is she?

John thought again of the weird smile on Chen Yu's face when he sent him to this hellish place.

"It's not just that." The woman adjusted her coat. She still tilted her head and observed John. Her smile was even more irritating. It seemed that she wanted to know more, which made John feel that he had instantly become nothing. The little brat was even held firmly in this woman's hands.

John wouldn't mind playing the passive side if this was flirting, but it certainly wasn't.

Now all he has to face are guys who can kill a planet with just a sneeze. John has no intention of doing so, especially since he always feels that the woman in front of him makes him very uncomfortable.

"I'm not very clear about the specifics. Someone told the psychic medium 'Mrs. It was by following these leads to Los Angeles that I found you, John Constantine."

John was not too surprised. He knew that there must be something fishy in the prophecy of "Mrs. Xanadu".

Is that Chen Yu's trick?

Or... is this woman lying?

More and more people are entering Lucifer's Castle, and there are fewer and fewer people on the streets.

John didn't have much time to think, he had to make a decision quickly. And this decision didn't seem difficult to make, because this woman knew John's every move like a roundworm in her belly.

"After entering that castle, I am not completely sure that I can lure Lucifer out, and I am even less sure that I can drag Lucifer into the water." John looked at the woman and said, "You have the card I want, right? "

"No, dear John." The woman stretched out two fingers teasingly and gently pinched John's chin. She winked and smiled at the same time, "That's my card, but it is indeed our common card." Game, and don’t forget, you will owe me two favors!”

John curled his lips, he hated this feeling more and more.

"Who are you, dear?" John asked suspiciously.

"You can call me Isabella." The woman grinned, "Isabella Constantine!"