When We Team Up, No Problem Is a Problem

"How did it go? Did the call go through?" Angela asked.

"Not yet, but it'll be soon. Telephones are like toilets; I'll try calling again and it should get through soon."

Constantine wiped the cold sweat from his brow, wondering if his reputation had spread throughout the United States, otherwise he couldn't explain why Russell hung up the phone immediately after receiving it, leaving no room for reconciliation.

"Constantine, we can only rely on ourselves now, can't we?" Angela closed her eyes, and without Constantine's reply, she already knew the answer.

Angela's sister, Isabelle, is a devout Catholic who was sent to a mental hospital for research because she often claimed to see the devil.

After several years, the mental hospital hadn't come up with any clues, and Isabelle committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Those who commit suicide cannot ascend to heaven; Isabelle, as a believer, will only be banished to hell to be punished.

Angela, the older sister, was a staunch atheist before meeting Constantine, believing that God and the devil did not exist in the world and that science could explain all phenomena.

Despite her lack of faith, she respected Isabelle's beliefs and didn't want to see her sister die with her eyes open because of her faith. She hoped the Church would hold a Catholic funeral for her, but was refused. Through a friend's recommendation, she met Constantine.

At Constantine's place, Angela witnessed various unscientific events, which made her even more worried. She hoped that Constantine could help prove that her sister died from murder, rather than from suicide.

The outcome was disastrous: Isabelle, the younger sister, was confirmed to have committed suicide, and Angela, the older sister, lost both her money and her life due to a bizarre exorcism ritual.

To make matters worse, Angela was completely fooled by Constantine and fell head over heels in love with this scumbag!

What follows is Constantine's investigation into the truth, and a series of events in which the two are attacked by the devil.

Now that things have come to this, Angela has every reason to fight the devil, for herself and to restore her sister's dignity.

Ring ring! Ring ring~~~

Constantine answered the phone listlessly, "This is Constantine. Who are you looking for?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before someone slowly spoke, "Is the major event you're talking about really related to the safety of the entire planet?"

Upon hearing this, Constantine asked incredulously, "Russell, you agreed?"

"Well, after all, I can't just stand by and watch the Earth fall into crisis."

"Buddy, you really are a righteous angel. Believe me, if the two of us team up, no problem will be a problem!"

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Teaming with you is the biggest problem!"

Russell hung up the phone, sighed deeply, opened a drawer, took out a cigarette called 'Egg', and lit it with a lighter called 'Pain'.

"Boss, is something on your mind?" Selina asked curiously. In her memory, Russell had never looked so depressed.

"Selina, there's a pit in front of you that you don't want to jump into, but you have no choice but to. What would you do?"

"Boss, can't you fly?!"

"..."

Russell stared at Selina speechlessly, wondering what he had seen in her that made her his assistant.

He figured out the reason in less than three seconds!

"Selina, boss, I'm so helpless. Please lend me your warm embrace for a while, since I'm so pitiful."

"Hehe!"

"Hey, don't go! Consider it overtime for you!"

Wayne Manor!

Bruce smiled as he looked at the upgraded Battle Armor, now pitch black and dull. His many sleepless nights had paid off; the Anti-Deathstroke Armor was finally complete.

Unlike the Iron Man set in the next studio, Batman's Anti-XX armor is guaranteed to be a success.

After comparing a series of data and simulating battles on the computer tens of thousands of times, Bruce found that the Anti-Deathstroke Armor maintained a 100% win rate, making it virtually foolproof.

Because Russell has been behaving normally recently and hasn't done anything wrong, the Anti-Deathstroke Armor is currently only a backup plan, but Bruce wouldn't mind going over tonight and beating him up.

Personal enmity!

Bruce has never forgotten the matter of the photograph. He has always regarded fear as his greatest weapon, using it to deter restless criminals.

Therefore, the photos must never fall into Russell's hands. Otherwise, if they are leaked, Batman will lose his fearsome persona, and how will he fight crime?

On a small scale, it's just a few provocative photos; on a larger scale, it's a major event concerning the safety of the entire Gotham, and even the entire planet!

"Master!"

Alfred's communicator rang. "Miranda Tate has come to visit and brought an invitation to a charity gala, and would like to invite you to attend tonight."

Hearing the name of the beautiful woman, and the one he admired, Bruce was secretly delighted, but said calmly, "Please have Ms. Tate wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Los Angeles!

Russell flew from Gotham to this place, but due to the strange time difference, the six-hour flight time was reduced by three hours.

In other words, it only takes three hours to travel from the East Coast to the West Coast of the America!

"Time difference is such a baffling thing. The same distance feels completely different when you're heading east and west..."

"Hey Russell, here I am!"

Russell walked out of the airport, pondering whether ordinary people could live for two hundred years by flying eastward their whole lives, since they eat, drink, and relieve themselves all on airplanes. He heard a call in his ear and frowned as he looked over.

With a face so handsome it's almost unbelievable, it's undoubtedly Constantine; just as badly, his character is absolutely despicable.

The woman next to him looks so familiar...

Forgive Russell, but because of the system, he had to watch various movies and TV series to familiarize himself with the plot of the world. So, every time he saw a familiar face, he couldn't help but want to complain.

For example, regarding this couple, Russell's comment was: Neo from the Matrix hooked up with the wife of the male protagonist in The Mummy. Will Trinity follow up with a negative comment online?

"Russell, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Angela." Constantine was very enthusiastic and put his arm around Russell's shoulder.

We came up empty-handed!

He didn't mind; he'd seen similar situations with his friends too many times, and his thick skin was used to it. He said to Angela, "This is Russell, an angel active on earth, and my best friend."

"Hello, Mr. Russell, is it alright to address you like this?"

Compared to Constantine, who can make a poker face turn into a chrysanthemum by wildly throwing away his morals, Angela is undoubtedly much more reserved and speaks very politely.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Otherwise what?"

Seeing Constantine nod, Russell grabbed Angela and gave her a big bear hug amidst her screams, only letting go when Angela could barely breathe.

Beside him, Constantine's eyes were wide open, and he was breathing heavily with anger. "Buddy, you did this on purpose!"

"That's right, it was intentional..."

Ignoring Constantine's sour face, Russell said something that made Constantine's forehead turn green, "Let's not beat around the bush, Angela is beautiful, and from today onwards, we're brothers!"

"..."

Leaving aside Russell and Constantine, who were initially staring at each other blankly, Angela was truly bewildered. She had imagined what it would be like for an angel to be on earth.

Aloof, arrogant, kind, amiable, warm, sunny...

Now, the excitement of seeing the angel for the first time has vanished, replaced entirely by impulsiveness!

If all angels were like this, then Heaven would be doomed!

"If all angels are like this, then Heaven is truly doomed," Constantine said, speaking out Angela's true feelings and delivering a sharp rebuke to Russell.

Russell retorted dismissively, "You're no worse than me. If everyone on Earth were scum like you, even the sulfur in Hell would smell good!"

"What did I do..."

Perhaps lacking confidence, Constantine quickly changed his words halfway through. "At least I was very polite to you and welcomed you very warmly."

Russell pulled down his sunglasses, his black eyes instantly turning golden, and stared directly at Constantine, saying, "I see the future. You'll betray me, but I have to come to protect the Earth. Do you think I'm in a good mood?"

"This... this..."

Constantine was speechless. Angela, who was standing next to him, took over and asked urgently, "Mr. Russell, whether the future is good or bad, can my sister be saved?"

"I don't know. I only see the future of Constantine and me. Because the ending is unpleasant, so..." Russell grinned maliciously, "I modified it slightly. If anything happens to me, even if it's just a scrape on my little toe, Constantine will go to hell."

How could you do this?!

Regardless of whether Russell was telling the truth or not, Constantine was indeed a little panicked; hell was his Achilles' heel.

Russell glanced at Constantine and said casually, "Before coming to Gotham, I placed an order online that cost $5 million."

"5 million US dollars!?" X2

"I'm paying for Constantine's life. The order will be in effect in three days, and anyone can take his head and exchange it for money."

"..."

Constantine's face turned pale, and he swallowed hard, saying, "No need for all that trouble. Here's $500, and you can take my life."

"Don't panic. Since it's set to take effect in Queen of Heaven, it means you can cancel it within three days." Russell patted Constantine on the shoulder. "You're a smart man; you should understand what I mean."

Constantine nodded repeatedly. He roughly understood that after tricking Russell, he would be caught in an endless hunt until his head was used to exchange for $5 million.

It sounds like something we could try!

Russell seemed to have seen through Constantine's thoughts. His smile remained unchanged as he raised his fingertip and touched Constantine's rib area, allowing a bit of Angel's Power to penetrate his dark nicotine lungs.

Constantine's face was slightly flushed, and he felt his breathing was smooth and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

"Dude, what did you do to me?"

"I baptized your late-stage cancerous lungs with holy light, but don't be too smug. This is only temporary. If you want a complete cure... well, you'd better behave yourself from now on." Russell delivered a blow and then rewarded you with a sweet treat.

Before coming, Russell had thought it over carefully. Partnering with Constantine was certainly risky, but on the other hand, this scoundrel's opportunistic nature could be used against him.

Now Russell has a knife to Constantine's throat, and while he's at it, he's also putting a cake in front of him. As long as Constantine is still that scoundrel, he won't make the wrong choice.

Constantine: "..."

If you had told me you could cure me, I wouldn't have been risking my life!

Now look what happened, you've really screwed me over. I've offended everyone I should and shouldn't have...

Also, this tactic looks familiar. Do you have a side job in hell?

For example, black wings or something!