Chapter 42: No matter life or death, I will pay 10 million US dollars! (Ch 838015483)

Constantine recruited teammates to stop Hell from destroying the world, but this was all the information he knew. He knew nothing about who did it, how many people were there, and when they would take action.
Therefore, when Wayne asked him who his opponent was, Constantine answered seriously that it was a very powerful demon from hell, who seemed to be a guy with a name, but he didn’t know it yet.
Wayne rolled his eyes. He was familiar with the plot. The bosses were Mammon, the son of hell, and Gabriel, who had the face of the Supreme Sorcerer. He knew the problem, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.
There might be people watching from both sides. If Wayne dares to give a spoiler now, he will probably be beaten with the black whip and the white whip in turn in the next second, so he can only give some hints secretly to help Constantine solve the case faster.
It wouldn’t matter if the scumbag Constantine didn’t sacrifice himself in the end. Wasn’t he right there? Constantine didn’t have the courage to do it, but Wayne did!
Wayne is a helpful person by nature. When the time comes, he will sacrifice Constantine and use his fragrant soul to summon Lucifer. When that happens, if Old Lu is happy, Mammon and Gabriel will all have to worship him. Why should he worry about the safety of the earth?
This can be said to kill three birds with one stone. Lucifer is happy, the earth is saved, Wayne is happy, and there is one less scourge in the world. Isn’t a happy ending good?
Constantine: I feel bad!
“Okay, time is limited, you don’t need to know magic.” Constantine naturally put the compass into his pocket, “Just come back to Los Angeles with me, and leave the rest to me. I know an ‘old friend’ who has a good relationship with me. By borrowing his collection, you can maximize the use of this humanoid exorcist.”
Wayne hesitated for a moment and said, “Okay, but I have to make some preparations first.”
Before he could open his mouth to ask, Constantine saw a fist as big as a sandbag coming towards him and hitting his handsome face with a “bang”.
Constantine was not surprisingly KO’d with one punch as his fighting ability and physical fitness were both poor. Wayne blew on his fist, which felt very good and made him feel relaxed, as if his thoughts were clear.
Taking the compass back from Constantine’s pocket, Wayne took out the memory eraser, put on sunglasses, and flashed them at Constantine.
Constantine’s eyes suddenly became confused. Wayne instilled new memories into him and said, “The fist marks on your face are from the battle with the devil. I’m going to make some preparations now. Just wait here.”
After saying that, Wayne turned around and ran upstairs, leaving behind a sound of hurried footsteps.
The big black stick is quite useful, but its function is limited to clearing and instilling false memories. Human instincts cannot be changed.
Continuously instilling memories that are different from a character’s own personality and instincts will eventually have loopholes, and it is even easier to be discovered when facing a person with a high IQ. The last time the memory of not being able to kill was instilled into Black Mask, Roman soon discovered that something was wrong as time went by.
Although his memory did not recover, his behavior gradually returned to normal. Unfortunately, he met Wayne, and after a good training with the best-selling farm tools, he now obediently pulls weeds in the garden.
For a scum like Constantine who has the spirit of cheating others instilled into his soul and has a strong will, the effect of the big black stick seems to be minimal. You might just instill a set of memory experience of truth, goodness and beauty in him, but he will turn back into his original scumbag before he even gets on the plane.
Moreover, large-scale memory modification is harmful to the brain. Wayne doesn’t believe that Constantine didn’t leave something in the brain to prevent this from happening.
So Wayne chose to let him forget this insignificant and harmless little memory.
As Wayne went upstairs, Constantine’s eyes became clear again. He struggled to get up from the ground. He touched the dark circle under his left eye and gritted his teeth in pain. The latest memory in his mind told Constantine that the injuries on his face were left by the battle with the demons.
However, another old memory he backed up told him that after he took Wayne’s compass, he was beaten severely. Finally, he saw the other party take out a big black stick and dodge it at him twice, and then he had a new memory.
Constantine found a medical box from the counter, took out iodine and medical cotton swabs, and complained as he wiped the wound: “Damn, he looks weaker than me, but he’s so strong. So, is the Elias family no longer playing magic and is playing with technology?”
After applying the iodine, Constantine made himself another cup of coffee to use as throat lozenges for his cigarettes.
Lung: Damn it, I’ll still follow you in my next life! (#｀皿´)凸怒怒怒怒怒！！！
After smoking his tenth cigarette in the hospital lobby and casually crumpling up the empty cigarette box and throwing it on the ground, Constantine spent another ten minutes adjusting his windbreaker in front of the bright reflective glass. After waiting for a full hour, there was still no movement upstairs.
His movements were even slower than his girlfriend Angela putting on makeup, which really left him speechless. He was really impatient and complained loudly to the upstairs in the middle of the empty hall: “Asshole! Are you having a pool party upstairs with those fat women from the psychiatric department!”
In response, he heard the top floor door slam shut. Then Wayne chose not to take the elevator, but walked down humming a song, carrying a brand new canvas bag in his hand.
“Where exactly are you going?” Constantine looked at the sweat on Wayne’s forehead with dead eyes, wondering if he was afraid that he would never come back, so he wanted to leave a seed for the family in advance.
Wayne grinned, “Placed an order.”
“Buying magic props? I really support online shopping now.”
“No, buy the bounty!” Wayne took out his phone and shook it. On the screen was a page showing a successful order. “I set a 7-day countdown. Assuming the Earth is still there, if I don’t cancel the order within seven days, or if I don’t return to Gotham alive, various assassin organizations will receive your bounty.
Ten million if captured alive, and ten million if killed. A high-definition photo of you smoking is attached as a reminder that those killers, mercenaries, and assassins who don’t care about their lives can operate with planes and tanks.”
Constantine’s smile froze instantly. He didn’t even notice that the coffee in his hand had spilled on his pants. He was stunned and said, “Fuck you, man, are you sick?”
“You came to me out of nowhere and asked me to save the world with you. Whether it’s true or not, I agreed to do it for the safety of the earth. No matter what you say, I am from a magical family or the third son of a ‘gift’, I can’t survive if the earth becomes a living hell.
Originally, defending the Earth and fighting against Hell was a very noble, awesome, and meaningful thing, and it would go down in history as a great thing, but when I thought about you being my teammate, I couldn’t feel good at all!”
Wayne patted Constantine on the shoulder and said with a meaningful smile: “After all, you are John Constantine. It is said that you have betrayed three times more teammates than you have eliminated demons. Just standing here, I feel like I am going to fall into a pit.
I hope that when I stop the Hell conspiracy, I won’t be used as bait to be thrown to the Hell Lord, otherwise you will have to spend the rest of your life avoiding assassinations.”
Constantine: “…”
Wayne whistled, totally ignoring the green-faced Constantine – in fact, he not only issued a bounty, but also packed all the information about Constantine and stuffed it into Batman’s private mailbox.
Out of trust in Batman, if he were to fall victim to a trick, the scumbag Kang would be sent to Arkham to sleep with the Joker.
Anyway, since he has holy blood, he must make contributions to the world!