Gabriel sneered at that. "God came to Earth for a vacation? How could you even say that? Do you think God is as bored as you people are?"
No one knew whether God had come for a vacation, but Van Helsing was indeed taking the opportunity to have fun around the city. He was having a great time too, often taking pictures with beautiful women in front of cars. It nearly angered Gabriel to death, even though he was already dead.
Of course, Van Helsing had not forgotten his real task. When he passed an alley in the slums, he sensed that something was off. He closed his eyes, and invisible Holy Light swept through the entire alley, yet he found nothing. There was only a group of homeless people warming themselves by a fire.
"Disasters keep happening, and there are more and more homeless people in New York. When I get back, I should discuss it with Madelyn and have the superheroes organize some kind of Save the Homeless event."
Van Helsing shook his head and continued searching for God. It was not that he did not care about the homeless, but they needed long-term assistance. Giving them a little money or a few supplies did not really mean much.
In the slum alley, besides the homeless people warming themselves by the fire, there was also a man wrapped from head to toe in a cloak, trembling violently.
The man did not know why he was trembling, but just now, it had felt as if he had encountered his natural enemy. He could not stop shaking and instinctively wrapped himself up even tighter.
After Van Helsing left, the man gradually returned to normal. He lifted his cloak and stared at his reflection in the water, at his body burned