"John, why do you want so many things this time? Is there a new case?"

A hunched middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking decadent, with messy blond curly hair on his head and a bulging leather bag in his hand, pushed the door open and walked in from the outside.

When he saw Huang Shaohong sitting opposite Constantine, he was startled at first, and then said at a loss: "John, I didn't know you had guests, I can come back later!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to exit.

"Biman is back, it's okay, he is... my friend!" When Constantine introduced Huang Shaohong, he pondered for a moment and used the title "friend".

"Oh, oh, hello, I'm Biman, and I'm also John's friend!"

This decadent middle-aged man named Biman stopped again when he heard Constantine's words, walked towards this side with a somewhat awkward smile, and at the same time said hello to Huang Shaohong.

Constantine introduced Huang Shaohong: "This is Biman, who is also my friend. He is responsible for helping me collect some demon-killing equipment for a fee!"

Huang Shaohong smiled and joked: "What kind of demon-killing equipment? King Solomon's hammer, Genghis Khan's scimitar, and Julius Caesar's underwear?"

Constantine said angrily: "What he sells is the real thing!"

Huang Shaohong stood up and reached out to the middle-aged man: "Hello, my name is Huang Shaohong, and I am an exorcist from the East!"

Biman quickly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Huang Shaohong: "Hello, hello!"

After he finished speaking, he took back his hand and had nothing else to say except "hello" twice.

Constantine explained to Huang Shaohong: "Biman is a bit autistic. Except for a few friends who often interact with each other, he will be nervous when meeting any outsider!"

Huang Shaohong nodded clearly, and then showed a kind smile: "Biman, I think we can also become friends, do you think so?"

Strangely enough, after Biman saw his smile, he completely relaxed his nervousness and responded with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Huang, I think so too!"

"Hey, what did you do to Biman?" Constantine frowned. He could feel that Huang Shaohong had used tricks on his friend.

Huang Shaohong shrugged: "Nothing, just some psychological tips to help Biman relieve his nervousness!"

"John, I like this. You don't have to blame Mr. Huang. You know I can't control my emotions. I feel much better now!"

The relaxed Biman obviously talked a lot more. Seeing this, Constantine nodded: "As long as you are happy!"

Biman picked up the half glass of whiskey in front of Constantine, took a sip, then put down the glass and said: "Look what I brought you!"

As he spoke, he opened his wallet and took out various exorcism equipment.

"This is the shrapnel taken from the Pope to assassinate him!"

"Here are some vials of holy water collected from the Jordan River!"

"And this, you will love him to death!"

Beeman smiled and pulled out a small box that looked like a matchbox: "This is the Amityville Screaming Beetle!"

Constantine took the small box and shook it, and the box immediately made a sharp sound like some kind of insect.

Beeman explained: "Maybe you think it's funny, but to those demons, it's like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard. It's unbearable!"

Huang Shaohong interjected: "I hate the sound of rubbing plastic foam!"

"I hate the sound of fingers rubbing glass!" Constantine said.

When Biman heard this, he said helplessly: "Gentlemen, that's not the point!"

"By the way, what's going on with you and those bugs?"

Constantine suddenly asked a question casually. Biman, who had been relaxed, suddenly became a little nervous and awkward, and explained hesitantly:

"Nothing, I just like them!"

When he spoke, his eyes were lowered, and he did not even dare to look at Huang Shaohong and Constantine. It was not a guilty conscience, but more like an inferiority complex, a feeling of fear that others would look down on his hobby.

"Who doesn't like it?" Constantine seemed to realize that his question seemed to embarrass his friend, and quickly made amends.

Huang Shaohong also smiled and said: "Little bugs? That's nothing. We in the East have a kind of Gu technique that specifically controls bugs to attack the enemy and protect ourselves. It's very interesting!"

"I've heard of it too, but I've never seen it before. Mr. Huang, do you know this kind of voodoo technique?" Biman suddenly became interested.

"I have related books. We can discuss them with each other when we have time!"

"That's great!"

Constantine listened to the conversation between the two, smiled and shook his head. He picked up something like a musket from the equipment that Biman took out and looked at it.

Biman quickly reminded: "Be careful, this is a dragon's breath gun, which contains the liquid flame of the evil dragon Kangor, and can spray a ten-foot-long fire pillar!"

Constantine pulled the trigger in an unattended direction, and instantly a pillar of fire shot out. Even standing on the side, he felt a wave of heat hitting his face. There seemed to be an ancient and violent atmosphere in the flames.

Huang Shaohong couldn't help but admired: "This gun can actually store dragon breath. It's really a good thing. Can such a thing still be made?"

Biman shook his head: "This thing is very old, and I found it with great difficulty. As for the production process, there should be no problem. The key is that it is difficult to replenish the dragon's breath when it is used up. It would be great if there was a dragon!"

"That's it..." Huang Shaohong bit his cigar and began to think thoughtfully.

Biman turned to Constantine and asked: "John, you want so much equipment, what happened?"

Constantine took a sip from the cigar in his hand, and then said: "I met a little girl who was bent over by a demon. The thing looked like it wanted to come to the world through the little girl. You know this is not unusual!"

Biman shook his head: "John, you know those things can control us, but they cannot cross our dimension!"

Constantine sighed and said thoughtfully: "Anyway, help me check the information and see if there is any precedent!"

Huang Shaohong looked at Constantine and asked with a smile: "John, are you still thinking about slaying demons now?"

His meaning is obvious, we have to deal with Gabriel, you want to deal with the devil?

"Huang, these are two different things!" Constantine said seriously.

"Okay!" Huang Shaohong turned to Biman: "Hey, Biman, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why do you do this?" Huang Shaohong picked up the wine glass and filled himself and Biman with whiskey.

"Thank you!" Biman first picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then said: "Of course I make money, and I also have interests. You know that I have loved those legendary people and things since I was a child, such as The Sword in the Stone, King Arthur, Merlin, etc.

Witch or something."

Huang Shaohong asked again: "Then do you care about more interest or more money?"

"Money!" Biman gave the answer without hesitation, and then explained: "Because you can do more things if you have money, otherwise it is useless to be interested!"

Huang Shaohong took out two thick stacks of American knives directly from his pocket: "How about you follow me in the future? This is a meeting gift for you. Salary is not included, which is 100,000 US dollars a month!"

"This..." Biman's eyes flashed with eager eyes, but he did not pick up the knife, but looked at Constantine.

Huang Shaohong couldn't help but nod secretly. Such a person does not forget his roots and can be used with confidence.

Just as he was thinking about it, Biman said sternly to Constantine: "John, my boss liked this Dragon Breath Gun just now. I suddenly feel that it is a waste for you to use it. I might as well give you another one later!"

After speaking, he took the Dragon Breath Gun and placed it in front of Huang Shaohong: "Boss, this thing is very easy to deal with those demons, evil spirits and so on!"

"..."

Well, Huang Shaohong decided to take back Biman's evaluation of not forgetting his roots, but it can be said that this man knows money, he doesn't have much else, but he has a lot of money!

When Biman saw that Constantine didn't speak and was just smoking his cigar quietly, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "John, don't you object to me following the boss?"

Constantine shrugged: "I will follow him for the time being!"

"John, this is not temporary!" Huang Shaohong shook his finger.

Constantine pointedly said: "I also hope it is not temporary, otherwise I will go down early!"

"You will know that this choice is the right one!" Huang Shaohong nodded with a smile, then turned around and asked: "Biman, is it okay to help me get something?"

"No problem, boss, this is my job. Except for those legendary things that are a little difficult, I can get them for you as long as you tell them!" Biman put the two stacks of beautiful knives into his purse and patted his chest to assure him.

road.

"Okay, give me a hundred buckets of black dog blood!"

"..."

"A train of quilts used by women during menstruation!"

"..."

"A ton of all kinds of rice fields!"

"..."

"Hey, Biman, why are you taking medicine?"

"No boss, I just feel a little uncomfortable with my heart!"

Huang Shaohong looked at Constantine: "When do you think it's best for us to take action?"

Constantine said directly without thinking: "I made an appointment to meet 'her' tonight, just today, otherwise I'm afraid I will regret it!"

Biman looked at the two of them in surprise: "Who? Who are you going to deal with?"

Constantine looked at him: "Trust me, you don't want to know!" Thinking about the person he wanted to deal with, he also felt an unusual headache.

"Okay!" Huang Shaohong also felt that the sooner this kind of thing happens, the better. He looked at the time and then said to Biman: "It's nine-thirty in the morning. Is there any problem with getting those things before dark?

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To be continued...