Chapter 2757 (1/2)

Multiverse 1, earth 0, Greenwich Village, New York.

Midnight street here is still not very quiet, all kinds of mystery shop is still normal business.

Gypsies, Indian monks, Japanese deities and so on are just like special service practitioners playing with uniforms, sitting in their shop windows, waiting for new novelty seekers to appear on the streets.

As I have said before, the whole street is basically full of swindlers, full of all kinds of fakes and lies. There is probably only one caster with real ability, that is Madame Shangdu.

The red telephone booth on the corner suddenly opened, and out came a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a yellow windbreaker. At this time, he had a greasy smile on his face.

It's not an adjective, but to get rid of the possible pursuits, Constantine smeared corpse oil on his face and could temporarily disguise himself as a dead person by holding his breath.

But I'm afraid it's not very effective to smoke at the same time.

But make do with it. Why are you so serious? Anyway, I have a ghost with me.

”Come on, brother, move her here.”

He turned and waved to the phone booth. Gabriel, who was called ”good brother”, drank his John's wine, so he couldn't drink it for nothing.

Even if there is no way to take the angel to block the knife, it's good to bring help to carry the goods.

Ghost knows where the woman fell from. Although she has no worries about her life, it seems that she dropped her head when she fell to the ground. Even if she was held by a beautiful man like archangel, there was no response.

OK, Gabriel is as dirty as a Mexican drug dealer who vomites on his face after getting drunk. He can't see the perfect face of an angel... But he hasn't taken a bath in a year. Can body fragrance wake people up?

It seems that this woman is really in a coma, not in disguise.

Gabriel checked her condition at that time, and unexpectedly found that she was not a creature in the current multiverse, but came from outside the origin wall. He suggested Constantine to find a doctor who can really cure people to save the woman.

If in the past, when he was an archangel, it was easy to save a mortal caster.

But now, Gabriel lost his wings and gave up his identity as an angel. He was an ordinary man himself. At most, his body was more durable.

At that time, Zha Kang said a lot of dirty words insulting the angel, but at the same time, he secretly informed the dark Zhenglian, and his heart was serious.

He sent three people to Greenwich to find Madame Shangdu, because her spell can foresee part of the vague future and part of the fragmented past.

Maybe people have foreseen today?

The answer is... It is.

The door of Lady Shangdu's fortune telling shop is wide open, and there is a new sign beside the door, which says:

”Constantine and angels are not allowed in.”

”Ha ha, she is still so duplicative, woman!” Zhakang took a puff of his cigarette and spit to one side. He took the sole of his shoes and wiped it evenly. He said to Gabriel: ”by the way, good friend, Lucifer has slept thousands of men and women in recent years. How many have you slept?”

This is no words to find words, slag Kang led the angel carrying people to the house, but also with the foot full of phlegm to kick the sign aside, conveniently also shut the door.

”The combination of spirit and flesh is not about quantity.” Gabriel calmly replied to zakang. Of course, he can tell a number, which is about a thousand people, both men and women.

Because he lives in the dark of the street, he is still free, so the number of people is no less than Lucifer.