Once they had the phone number, there was no need to call. Adjutant could simply lock onto the location based on the signal source.
Come to think of it, as one of the three great Seraphim, Gabriel was genuinely difficult to locate through conceptual or magical means. Phone tracking was actually more convenient.
When the two men and the cat found him, the man with shoulder-length hair and a full beard was squatting by the roadside, smoking as he gazed gloomily at the distant sky, lost in thought.
For a moment, Su Ming felt that his demeanor resembled Johnny Silverhand—the kind of person who wanted to resist, had resisted, yet was still powerless, forced to keep his rage bottled up inside.
Six of the seven archangels were blond. Gabriel alone had black hair, which made him seem more melancholic and taciturn.
Other than guarding the gates of Silver City in the past, he had basically had nothing serious to do. He was lonely all day long, left to brood by himself.
That was how things went: the more one thought, the more there was to think about; the more there was to think about, the more one thought. Even when there was nothing wrong, one could think up trouble.
He also bore the title Evangelist Angel and was considered the gentlest of the seven brothers.
But in Su Ming's view, that had merely been a precursor to depression. After the Body of God died upon the throne, Gabriel finally fell as well. Once he reached the human world, he played even harder than Lucifer.
Proud Lucifer was at least picky, usually finding handsome men and beautiful women to play games with. Gabriel, on the other hand, became a gigolo selling his ass just to get drugs and food from Old