This story may take place in any European/America, any country with Christianity as its background culture..

However, considering the convenience of narrative, we set the city where the story takes place in "London". Although it is called "London", "London" is just a code name. Even if it is called "Dunlun City", there is no problem. I named it London, just because the protagonist of the story looks like a little gangster from the UK.

By the way, there are two British gangsters in this story.

One is called "Dante" (we don't know his full name, and we don't even know whether the name is his real name), and the other is called "John Constantine". Both of them have similar professions, exorcists, but one uses guns and swords, and the other uses spells, rituals and scams. Of course, guns and swords are also used when they are rare.

This story starts with a bar.

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【Control the human world.】(Progress 0)

Su Jing stared at the task prompt on his eye mask and waved to the bartender for a glass of tequila. The black-haired beauty sitting on his left stretched her back over her hand. Su Jing lowered her head and licked her mouth. The salty smell of salt emanated from the bottom of her tongue. He stuck out his tongue and poured the spirits down his tongue.

Alcohol accelerated the blood circulation. He observed with a hint of pleasure that his internal organs were poisoned by high concentrations of alcohol. The mucous membranes were squirming and burned by the alcohol, becoming fragile, and then blood oozed due to the necrosis of the cells.

"We all like to hurt ourselves, right, buddy?" The man in short-haired trench coat sat next to him. He asked for a glass of beer, with a little big tongue. I don't know if he had drunk too much or his accent was like this. "Life is the process of fucking death, and everyone wants to die happier."

"Correct." Su Jing stretched out his left hand. The other party hesitated for a moment, stretched out his bandaged arm and held it strongly. At this moment, both parties felt the extraordinary power contained in the other party's body. Su Jing narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the other party through the psychedelic lights of the bar.

John Constantine is about thirty-five years old. She is not tall. There is a decadent look in her expression that is difficult to imitate, just like his whole life is spent in pain and emptiness. The lines on her thin cheeks are very hard, and even a little sunken, revealing the outline of her cheekbones, and her chin is full of blue stubble. It cannot be said to be beautiful, but when combined with his cynical eyes, it gives people a feeling of a prodigal son.

"I heard the story of you two, it's so fucking Romantic." Constantine showed a humble smile with malicious intentions. His cold eyes swept from Su Jing's face to Su Luo's face, who was drinking the remaining half of the tequila in one go. "I have always thought that young boys like you two would not talk about 'betrayal', 'peacemaking', 'negotiation' and so on. You should be more... personal heroism and stupider."

"You are as sharp as the legendary ones." Su Jing turned his eyes to the bar with bright eyes in the darkness. "Just looking at your appearance, I probably think your tongue is still a little bit of strength left on your body."

"If I were given a chance, I would prove to you that I was very energetic." The liar slashed the back of Su Jing's hand with his fingertips. "Even if you two brothers and sisters go together, the man can handle it. Do you want to try it?"

Su Jing showed a strange smile on his face. His lips were pursed in an arc, but his eyes were slightly wide open. "Have you really investigated my background? Even I can't stand the most provocation of others... There will be a chance, Constantine, we will have a chance to try it. I went with Aluo, and no one has been able to last for five minutes so far... Have you tried the connection between the demon's paradise and nerves? Micro currents, simple bioelectricity, and endocrine, give you happiness that cannot be compared to heaven."

The smiles on the faces of the two looked like they were really having a dirty conversation, but their eyes were cold.

"Okay, let me introduce to me a few other beauties." The magician slid down the high chair like a boneless one, and came out of a shriveled cigarette box from his beige coat. On the dance floor, a little gangster with short black hair was dancing close to the dancer with her upper body. Constantine stared at the boy for a few seconds and shrugged her shoulders.

"He will have at least an hour and a half to drink until he loses consciousness. He probably knocked a lot of medicine before, and he sucked his nerves randomly because he was not a human being... What a fucking waste."

There is a quieter compartment far from the dance floor, which is already a little full.

The crisp sound of glass collision, the fiery red-haired Lazarus Long and Lu Mengyao clinked their glasses, and the two drank it all. When Su Jing and Su Luo came back, the two groups of people were all here.

“Happy cooperation.”

"cheers."

Nine people, four people in the dark side, Lazarus Long, Van Newven, James Digrez, John Constantine and five people in the light side, Su Jing, Su Luo, Lu Mengyao, Sadako Yamamura, Gaiqi Wilde.

No, to be precise, the nine people in the dark side.

"Mr. Fan, thank you for your help." Lu Mengyao raised her wine glass, "Cheers for business."

"cheers."

The dark-skinned red-haired man also raised his wine glass. It was one of the initial creators of the Infinite Trade Association to match the two sides. In addition, Lu Mengyao's identity as a Chaos Schizer - John Constantine, Lazarus Long, and James Digrez were both Chaos Schizers. After a long underground negotiation, the two sides reached a cooperation agreement.

Simply put, it is collusion to cheat.

"In a world where difficulty has been strengthened, if we do not cooperate sincerely, the probability of successfully completing the task is less than 30%. A win-win situation is the pursuit of our interest exchangers. We have always believed that common interests will bring people together."

Van Newen, who had a slightly stiff accent, said his plain toast, collided with the goblet and drank it all over again.

At the same time, it will split people into countless servings. Su Jing picked up the wine glass and took a sip. To be honest, he didn't like the taste of red wine. The old slippers on the table chatted and laughed calmly, but those who didn't like this hypocritical social occasion had a stiff expression. The silver-haired boy opposite was blank. Sadako Yamamura couldn't drink the wine, and was stunned with the juice. Constantine leaned against the pillar to smoke. The "ancestor" Lazarus on the opposite side looked enthusiastic on the surface, but she yawned indifferently.

"Well, where is Ah Luo?"

The brunette girl pointed to the dance floor, "She seemed to have gone there to find fault."

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted. The two people on the dance floor had already handed over. Su Luo threw the gangster who had reached the nerve of paralysis with a back. The other party knocked over a bunch of tables and chairs, staggered and got up, and was pushed by a fierce flying knee onto his lower abdomen, and vomited all over his opponent.

Su Jing held his forehead with his hands and sighed.

"Uh, Dante... fainted." Sadako Yamamura pointed this in kind.

"Do you want to cut him first now..." Su Jing made a gesture of cutting his throat, and the ancestor shook his head gently.

"Boy, please judge what level of his spiritual power is?" The red-haired middle-aged man with a pleated face showed two rows of ivory teeth. He replied without waiting for his answer, "It is probably the six-star median. It is similar to what we expected. This level of power, even if it is the explosive power of the six-star peak after he is 'demonized', we can still suppress it."

Instead of first removing the instability, it would be more useful to keep him. Su Jing noticed that Fan Nuwen frowned slightly. This businessman who said that harmony is the most expensive is now acting the most ruthless.

"I'll go to the bathroom to help A Luo to rush." ​​Su Jing got up and left the table, sitting among the pile of people who eat people without blinking... Although he has always been extremely courageous, he instinctively felt a little disgusting.

In the women's bathroom, Su Luo was frowning and rinsing her coat covered with filth with tap water. Su Jing handed over a clothing card, and the girl was relieved.

"What do you think?" Su Jing asked while holding the door of the women's bathroom with a mop.

"A bunch of bitches."

"Very objective." Su Jing nodded.

"That little guy is not worth worrying about, the other three... are all more dangerous." Su Luo exchanged a new masculine outfit with a clothing card. "If I were to judge, that Constantine would be the most dangerous."

"Tell me the reasons."

"That mouse boy can see through the depth at a glance. The other three are wrapped in many lies, but... Constantine gave me the lowest sense of danger intuition, so I think he is the hardest one to deal with." Su Luo sorted out her collar in front of the mirror.

"Hmph... Both sides know that it's only a matter of time to turn against each other. But in the early stage, they have to use the other party's strength to pass the task." Su Jing turned over the collar behind her neck. "The problem is, which side can win the chance of victory as soon as possible after turning against each other. Therefore, the early cooperation is also a process of testing each other. Both sides will make tricks on each other... Hey, I have played this game with Little Viper many times."

There was a little black mark on the back of Su Jing's hand, which he himself didn't notice. When he was talking to Constantine before, the other party teased the back of his hand and wiped a little ashes on his skin.

The brief fight in the bar soon passed, and Constantine leaned against the outside of the private room and brought all the conversations between the two in the bathroom into his ears. The black wizard rarely used violent means, but he was proficient in this trick of concealing people's ears.

"Your cigarette is finished." A cold and cruel voice sounded in front of him, and the little mage reached out and bounced away the cigarette butt he was holding, and then shook half of the cigarette from her lady's cigarette box, "Smoke me."

"...The beauty gave her free cigarettes, I rarely encountered such a thing in my life."

The exorcist lowered his title and walked away from the cigarette. The other party rubbed his fingers and lit it with a bunch of cold flames. What is the trick? Have you touched your hands and feet in the tobacco? Or is it the flame? Or is it painted runes on the paper of the cigarette and soaked in potions?

Constantine sucked smoke into his lungs with nothing happening.

But she got it.
Chapter completed!