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Listening to the man's firm but difficult words, and looking at the man's Adam's apple that was constantly moving, Dante took another sip of wine without comment.

"As you wish." Dante put the empty wine bottle aside, clasped his hands behind his head, leaned comfortably on the sofa, and put his feet on the nearest table.

"Why, aren't you going to tell me why you're here?" Dante asked softly: "But before you tell me everything, I want to tell you one thing first. Just now, I met a possessed man at the airport. The devil on the security guard, that devil escaped from me, but that is not the key. The key is why you smell like that devil, and it is not as strong as usual."

After Dante finished speaking, he pulled out a 1911 from the holster on his waist, holding it in his hand and playing with it. The embarrassed man looked at the muzzle of Dante's gun and couldn't help but swallowed again.

"I"

The man hesitated for a long time. He looked extremely nervous. Sweat continued to accumulate on his forehead, and then dripped down his cheeks and onto his shirt.

"I'd better drink some wine, damn it"

The man yelled in a low voice. He quickly grabbed the wine glass on the coffee table, and drank all the remaining wine in the glass regardless of the wine spilling on his hands. He squeezed the empty glass and squeezed it hard. , veins even appeared on the back of his hands and forearms.

"I'm Gary Lester, I'm in some trouble and I'm here to ask for help from my friends"

"Is the trouble you are talking about the devil?"

After Dante finished speaking, he snorted softly. He picked up the pistol and shot it.

"Oh my God." Gary was startled. He really jumped up. He kept stroking his body with his hands: "You just fucking shot me. What did I say?" Isn’t it right?”

Gary scolded and frantically searched for his wounds, but he found that he was not shot.

Dante looked at Gary's funny performance and grinned: "Look at your left foot. That bug was on you just now. They seem to have a certain connection with you. Don't tell me you don't recognize it." they"

As Dante spoke, he pointed the gun in his left hand at Gary's feet. This action scared Gary. However, when Gary saw the broken insect corpse on the ground, Gary's expression was more frightened than when he saw it. Even more ugly

"Yes, of course I know them." Gary stood there blankly. He looked helplessly at the bug. This bug was part of the devil that Dante had just scared away. Gary stood there and looked at it for a long time, until He fell weakly on the old sofa.

"I brought them to Atlanta, I'm guilty, I'm guilty"

Gary curled up and sat back on the sofa, his arms resting on his knees, his face covered with his hands, and an occasional look of pain could be seen between his fingers.

"I told the airport security not to touch the bottle, don't touch it, but he didn't listen to me. I brought the devil to Atlanta. I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it."

"Okay, no one is blaming you. Cheer up and stop acting like a fucking bitch." Dante picked up a rag from beside him and threw it to Gary. "Now wipe your hands clean, they're all covered in wine."

Maybe Dante said this a little late. The moment Gary received the rag, he wiped it on his face. Dante helplessly watched Gary wipe away the tears and sweat from his face, and then saw The rag left a few stains on Gary's already dry face.

Gary didn't notice Dante's suppressed smile. He folded the rag and put it aside.

"Thank you, I mean, thank you for the towel, and, yes, thank you for your comfort," Gary said incoherently, slowly telling his story.

"Yesterday I was in Sudan. I took a nineteen-hour flight from Khartoum to get here. This is Atlanta. Because I was carrying a bottle with me. There was a devil sealed in that bottle. I sealed it, no no. No, it’s not me, it was someone else who sealed it in that child, and I sealed them in the bottle. Sorry, sorry, my mind is a little messed up, I, I’m very sad.”

Gary was really incoherent. He couldn't help but stood up from the sofa and threw himself directly in front of Dante. With a thud, he fell to his knees on the ground.

"I saw a boy in Khartoum. It was an ordinary street in Khartoum. I saw a boy sitting on the side of the street with no one paying attention to him. He looked like he was underage, but I'm not sure. He was a black man. I couldn’t tell how big he was. He was very thin, very pitiful, and scrawny. But what I can’t forget the most is his face.”

Gary, who was kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed at his face. His fingers kept shaking, even trembling with some convulsions. He tried to draw some patterns on his face with his fingers, and he said as he drew.

"Those patterns were not painted with paint, but carved directly on the child's face with a knife. It looked like a seal. I only know a little bit of magic. Logically speaking, I

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I shouldn't have intervened, but when I saw that poor kid, I felt I should do something, I had to do something, maybe, I could save that boy and that would make up for the mistake I made in Newcastle."

"Hey" Dante stretched out his hand and grabbed Gary's arm, pulled him up and put him back on the sofa: "Speak slowly, don't get excited, I'm not a priest, I won't listen to your offense, and I won't punish you. For your sin, you just need to tell everything as a story."

After Dante finished speaking, he patted Gary's shoulder to signal Gary to calm down. Then, Dante took out a bottle of wine again and poured a glass for Gary.

Gary drank two drinks in a panic, and the alcohol added a little more color to Gary's pale face. Gary's eyes became a little blurred, and his mood became a little more stable. He continued to speak.

"I was drinking before I went to Sudan. In fact, I was in New York. I drank myself unconscious in a bar in Hell's Kitchen. When I woke up, I was in Sudan, Sudan, New York, New York. ,Sudan"

As Gary spoke, he stretched out his hand and made gestures.

"How far is it? Can you believe it? I came to Sudan from New York with just a hangover."

His eyes were full of yearning, not only yearning, but also worship and admiration.

"I think it must be God's arrangement. The all-knowing Father saw the mistakes I made in Newcastle. He saw my pain and repentance. He sent me to Sudan, and sent me to the body where the devil was sealed. When it comes to the child, I said, I am not a powerful magician, I only know a few magics, but the magic I have can save that child. This is God’s will, it must be God’s will.”

Gary seemed a little drunk. He lay on the sofa, his body no longer tense and stiff, but relaxed comfortably.

"I used my magic to transfer the devil inside the child into one of my antique bottles. I bought that bottle on the roadside in Hell's Kitchen before I was drunk. It looked very old and had many runes on it. I felt that the bottle could withstand the devil inside the child, and, I guessed it right, I did it, I sealed the bugs into my bottle, I saved the child, I saved a life, I had atoned for my sins , I have been regretting what I did at Newcastle in the past two years. I have always believed in Constantine. I regard him as my brother, even now. The only, the only time I think he did something wrong is when he That time at Newcastle, but I've redeemed myself now."

"You did a good job." Dante clapped softly. Although Dante realized that what happened to Gary was a conspiracy, Gary made the decision to save the boy in pain. , that’s enough, isn’t it?

As for the whole thing that happened to Gary, how could it be such a coincidence? A dabbler with only one or two magic skills, inexplicably came to Sudan from New York overnight, and inexplicably bumped into a child with a demon in his body. Apparently there was a big hand. Putting all this together, the black hand knew the relationship between Gary and Constantine. He knew that after Gary sealed the devil, he would choose to solve the devil with Constantine.

"But I didn't expect that everything should be perfect. I took the bottle to the Master House and handed it to John. John is much better than me. He will completely drive out the devil. Everything should be perfect." Gary suddenly died His eyes were filled with ferocity, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The airport security detained me, they checked my things, they found my bottle, and I told them Don’t touch it, but the damn security guard broke that bottle.”

Gary burst into tears. As he cried, he tore the clothes on his chest fiercely. His shirt was torn, and his chest was scratched with blood from his nails. He howled desperately.

"I could have redeemed my sins, but now, the devil has begun to wreak havoc again. Many people in Atlanta will die because of that devil. I have committed a greater sin. My sin is unforgivable. My sin is unforgivable."

He yelled crazily, and raised his hands to the ceiling, with broken muscle fibers still between his fingernails. He seemed to be praying for God's punishment, but God did not punish him. This result made him even more painful.

"I'm guilty"

He murmured until Dante stood up, walked over to him, and slapped him hard across the face.

This slap directly knocked Gary unconscious. Gary fell on the sofa. His face was covered with a mixture of tears and stains. There were traces of nail scratches on his chest, and the traces slowly seeped out. With bloodstains.

"Maybe passing out is the best outcome for you."

Dante looked at Gary with pity, went to the bedroom and found a blanket to cover Gary.

"As for my slap, just regard it as God's punishment. After all, some poor people will die because of you. Even if you didn't mean it, your recklessness made you make a big mistake."

After Dante finished speaking, he returned to his sofa, stroking his gun in his hand. After getting used to the warm feel of vibranium and the smooth magic power, Dante was no longer used to these ordinary guns.