[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

When the red dot was getting slower and slower, Schneizel made a call.

"I'm here, I'm already here, Schneizel, don't rush, the devil's collection is not as urgent as your call."

Before he could open his mouth, a casual male voice came from the other end of the phone. I don’t know if it was because of his seven packs of cigarettes a day, but his voice sounded a bit hoarse, and there was some down-and-out but uninhibited British accent. .

"I only called you three times, Konstantin."

Schneizel corrected him on this calmly.

Constantine sneered loudly over the phone.

"Yeah, you're just trying to skin me politely every time you make a phone call. God, you were born with some angel from your father, right? In this kind of arrogant, domineering and polite way You are exactly the same as Gabriel and the others, isn't your mother really a heavenly creature?"

"Even angels can't stand father, so your conjecture is not valid, Constantine." Schneizel retorted very calmly.

John Constantine: "... If you want to say that cursing people is ugly, you still win. In one sentence, you scolded both the angel and your father. Who is the British between the two of us?"

"In terms of nationality, it's you." Schneizel looked at the red dot on the computer and finally stopped, and the hidden blue dot was also approaching, "It seems that you are coming soon, and then follow our agreement Do it, Constantine."

His voice was as calm as a winter lake.

"To destroy father's plan and bring my sister back, you must do both."

"Since you're so worried, why don't you lie to your sister as bait from the beginning?"

Constantine scoffed.

"...Are you sure you are qualified to say this to me?" Schneizel sounded really confused.

John Professional Selling Teammate Constantine: "Fuck, you shit."

"But the money I gave was enough." The rich and powerful capitalist was very calm, "I also got you out of prison and smoothed out your bad debts with Interpol by the way. How much did you pay for it?"

Constantine bit his cigarette butt: "Fuck you, why on earth do you think I haven't sold you to any devil and let you rot in hell?"

"Because you don't want to see people like my father reach the root, and you don't want to suffer the consequences." Schneizel said calmly.

"...don't make me sound like a fucking superhero."

Constantine cursed, and then his eyes fell out of the car window. This look made him almost choked to death by his own smoke. He coughed for a while, and then struggled to find his voice.

"My god... Schneizel, you bastard, why didn't you tell me that your crazy dad is so big?"

"I thought you would have expected this outcome before you went."

"If I fucking knew it was this scene, I would have doubled your salary!"

"I will give you three times." Schneizel said straightforwardly, "but you have to bring back my sister, alive and intact, no piece of soul will be left in the hands of heaven, hell or any angel or devil, understand Konstantin? Do your best to bring her back."

"...You really deserve to go to hell, Schneizel." Constantine gritted his teeth.

"Perhaps." Schneizel was noncommittal, and when he saw the blue dot finally stop next to the red dot, he nodded silently, "I will ask Kanon to support you, and I will leave it to you gone."

"Hey wait I have another question—"

Constantine looked at the phone that was hung up, and after ten seconds he dropped the phone on the back seat.

"Fuck! Fuck Brittany!"

In the driver's seat, Chas turned around, with a difficult smile on his face.

"Oh, poor Constantine." He pretended to be gloating, "It's the first time I've seen someone make you so angry."

"Go away, you bastard." Konstantin threw a cigarette at his old partner, straightened his coat and got out of the car, "Although I sometimes hope that you go out and fall into the sewer, but now you can still leave the car Drive as far as you want. What follows is no fun at all."

Chas stopped smiling: "John."

"What?" Konstantin was stunned by his rare and solemn call.

"If you didn't threaten me to drive you every time, do you think I would accompany you to such a ghost place? Fuck you Constantine!"

Constantine's royal driver raised his left middle finger vigorously at him, then kicked the accelerator and drove the car 800 meters away, almost throwing Constantine, who still had half a foot out of the car, into a somersault.

John Constantine staggered two steps, stood up straight with difficulty, looked at the taxi leaving in the dust, and shrugged helplessly.

"Okay..." He stroked his hair, "Then there is only one question left."

Constantine raised his head and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"How do I get up there?"

In his field of vision, a majestic temple hung high in the night sky, covered up with a strange technique that mortals couldn't comprehend, so no one noticed that such a huge temple was hanging above their heads.The construction of the temple is solemn and noble, awe-inspiring and inviolable, with a disgusting brilliance.

"This aesthetic is so fucking heavenly, it makes me want to vomit."

Constantine took out another cigarette and lit it with a lighter. After taking a long breath of smoke, he shrugged helplessly again.

"Forget it, for the sake of three times the salary."

For God's sake, he wanted to just turn around and walk away now too—but Schneizel gave too much.

Fortunately, when Constantine turned his head, he saw an acquaintance.

"Lucky day, I think I should be able to get a ride." Constantine touched his chin and rushed to greet someone, "Yo. Good evening, dear."

Hearing his greeting, the acquaintance—a young lady in a black tuxedo, black fishnet stockings, and a distinctive black top hat—turned her head around and snapped when she saw Constantine. Frowning, a trace of displeasure flashed across her beautiful face.

"I don't want to see you here, Konstantin." Zatana Zaatara tapped her heels and looked at him with her hips akimbo.

"What are you doing here?"

As a former boyfriend and girlfriend, and the kind of old relationship, Constantine doesn't mind Zatana's bad attitude at all. Rather, it doesn't matter how bad his past girlfriends or friends treat him. It should be.The rotten man approached with self-knowledge, snapped his fingers in front of Zatanna, and whispered a spell.

"See through the illusion."

Then he raised his chin and gestured to the air temple in the sky.

"Of course for that."

When Zatana saw the sky temple clearly, she subconsciously took a breath of air, and a trace of blatant disgust flashed across her face.

"This thing..."

"The aesthetic sucks, right?" Constantine laughed, switching the cigarette from one side to the other.

"Twenty confusion spells, 46 jinxes, seventeen great wraiths and... that is a Chimera?" Zatana strengthened her vision with magic power, and the more she counted, the more she frowned, "Are you kidding, John, Tell me that I was wrong about the phantom species just now."

"It's a pity, although I hope it's a hallucination caused by drinking too much alcohol—" Constantine shrugged and took a deep drag on his cigarette, "It's indeed a fantasy. It's real."

"So why on earth are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in London?"

Zatana Zatara took a step back to the side, distanced herself from the big|smoker.

"Someone spent this amount asking me to deal with this."

John Constantine compared an 8 to imply that the other party paid a few digits of money.

"It's still the trouble caused by the magician. You also know those guys. They are usually locked in the laboratory, but if they come out to cause trouble, they will definitely cause a big problem-there is another mad magician who wants to reach the root. You also know their No one has a normal brain, and it seems that the possibility of success this time is not small, so someone paid me to stop that crazy magician."

"Does Akasha record it... the root of all things, the place where everything in the world begins and ends, the limit of all knowledge..." Zatana Zatara endured the urge to sigh and rubbed her throbbing forehead , "Is it a good thing done by those magicians again? After building such a big magic workshop, what does that guy want to do?"

"Building an ideal world without lies," John Constantine wrote lightly. "That's what the guy who asked me said--ha, what educated people can say about crazy programs like 'brainwashing all mankind' How euphemistic."

"That's why I hate magicians." He complained with a cigarette in his mouth. "A group of backward creatures who only focus on the past and hold on to the old ideals."

"I agree." Zatana rarely agreed with him.

"However, I actually asked you to handle this kind of thing..." Zatana looked at Constantine with a complicated expression, "I don't know if he found the right person or the wrong person."

John Constantine is the rotten guy of the rotten guy.Zatanna Zaatara can say that without a doubt.

He is a liar among liars, a scum among scumbags, he will abandon anyone at any time, he will never take any responsibility, he is selfish, indifferent, shameless... She can count ten thousand of his shortcomings.

But he's also the guy who can sacrifice a lot to save the world.

"I had a relationship with that guy when we were in London, and I killed his friend to prevent some great demon from hell from descending into the world... and then we became friends. After this kind of thing, we will each other Help, he contributes money and I contribute, each takes what he needs."

Constantine shrugged.

"Birds with the same plumage clump together, right?"

"Sounds like something that could happen to you."

Zatanna commented briefly.

"Then why are you here, dear?" Konstantin laughed, "Isn't it because you are helping a friend?"

"To help a friend, of course."

Zatana Zaatara held down her top hat and turned her head behind her.

"he came."

Amidst the deafening roar, the Batplane stopped beside them, and the jet-black armor flowed gorgeous and frightening brilliance under the night.The strong airflow blows Zatanna's long hair. If she hadn't suppressed the top hat in advance, she would probably be looking for her hat that was blown off everywhere.

"Cool—" Constantine whistled.

"Come up."

The armor on one side of the plane was opened, and Batman's voice was cold and oppressive.

The author has something to say:

Schneizel's feelings are very Schrödinger.It is between a state that Schrödinger has and Schrödinger does not have.

It's as if in the original novel he shot Cornelia and then avoided the vitals and let her subordinates rescue her. He had a lot of opportunities to kill Lelouch, but he didn't.On the one hand, he was very kind to Nunnally, even willing to give her the nuclear | bomb button, and on the other hand, he left her alone in the sky garden as a bait in the final battle.

This person is very confused.He definitely has feelings, but he is very contradictory when doing things.

This chapter is like he pushed Nunnally out as bait, and at the same time asked Zha Kang to rescue her.

But Zha Kang... Anyone who has seen Hell Detective knows it.If Batman hadn't come, Nunnally would probably have to explain that she was here. Zha Kang could even sell friends and girlfriends for many years (and sold more than one) in order to save the world.

But Batman won't let him sell it.

You have to trust Batman.