"Sell my body, you mean?"
Constantine frowned. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What are you planning to do with my body?"
"I can guarantee that I'll only use your body to save the world."
Andrew said, "Constantine, given your reputation, there's no need to worry about what I might do with your body, right? Your reputation's already completely ruined anyway."
"Why are you stating such an obvious truth?"
Constantine grumbled. He did not answer immediately, merely smoked one cigarette after another. When he finished the entire cigarette, he said, "Fine, I agree."
"Constantine, I know you're still thinking about freeloading."
Andrew said, "You're thinking that after getting your lungs replaced, you'll leave Los Angeles and find a way to remove whatever I planted inside you, right?"
"I don't mind you trying that, but let me make this clear first: you'll never be able to remove what I did."
"Just what I'd expect from a superhero, laying everything out so clearly."
Constantine laughed. "Whether freeloading works depends mainly on whose methods are better. If your methods are better than mine, I'll obediently pay up. But if my methods are better than yours, then you can only let me freeload."
"Constantine, you're an interesting guy. You're scum, but at least you're openly scummy."
Andrew smiled. "If you agree, we'll start right away. Tonight, we'll handle the preliminary preparations, which means injecting Nanite solution into your body."
"After that, we'll wait a month to see whether your body rejects it. If it doesn't, we can proceed to the next step."
In truth, Andrew could replace Constantine's lungs right now. The reason he did not was that he feared Constantine would flee Los Angeles the very next second. If that happened, all his efforts would be wasted.
"No problem. By the way,