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Chapter 252: Looking for Midnight Daddy (Please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)
"Don't touch me!"

Martin stopped Rachel who wanted to support him and said to the girl, "Although the sword is powerful, it is not something that mortals can use casually.

In just a few minutes, I've used up all my energy and my whole body is about to fall apart."

Martin was not exaggerating. His lips moved slightly, his chest rose and fell, and the muscles in his upper body twitched slightly, as if someone was pulling him back and forth with a saw.

If he hadn't been holding the sword, he would have fallen limply to the ground.

Rachel stopped her hand from patting Martin's shoulder, blinked her big eyes and asked with concern: "Where are you hurt? Is it serious? What do you need to do to treat you?"

"Don't be nervous. Don't worry too much. As long as you're alive, nothing serious will happen."

Zatanna looked around and made sure that there were no living people in the base. Then she pushed Rachel away, walked to Martin, and put her hands on several parts of his body, pressing them.

"Sister, can you be gentler?"

Although Martin was in pain and had a grimace on his face, he did not shout out loud. He just gritted his teeth and gave Zatanna some advice.

"You are a man, but you are afraid of this little pain? Where is the momentum you had when you were confronting the Three Palace Demon just now?"

After close contact, Zatanna realized that Martin was actually just an eighteen-year-old boy, and not as tough as he had just appeared. He turned from a cold statue into a living person.

"Nonsense! You're not the one in pain, so of course it's easy for you to talk."

Martin turned his head and stared at Zatanna, with the words 'I'm unhappy' written all over his face.

"Besides, a confrontation with the Three Palaces Demon is inevitable. If I don't act tough, we will all lose our lives! Now that the battle is over, you can't let me continue to endure the pain and hardship!"

The resentment in Martin's words was so intense.

Zatanna couldn't help laughing when she saw him being bullied, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Look at how sour you are!"

hiss!
Martin closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain coming from all parts of his body.

"There's nothing wrong with your body. You've just overexerted yourself and your body can't handle it. Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"If only we had a few days to rest!"

Martin sighed and said to Zatanna, "Did you find the son of the Trinita?"

Zatanna was taking out various potions from her pocket and mixing them on the spot, preparing a potion for Martin to relieve physical stress.

When she heard Martin's question, her heart skipped a beat: "Not only did I not find the body of Sangong Mo's son, I also didn't see the Earth Spirit Pearl!"

"That guy ran away!"

Martin missed Brother Taiwu a little. He had a lot of pills on him. If he took a pill, he wouldn't have to play the role of the Thinker statue like he was doing now.

"When we were confronting the Three Palace Demon, the Three Palace Demon's son took the Earth Spirit Pearl and dived into the land, taking the opportunity to escape from the battlefield."

"What does he want to do?"

Rachel leaned forward and asked eagerly.

"What else can be done? It's nothing more than the son wanting to become the father, and the one being ridden wanting to become the one riding on the head of others. There are only a few things that people like that think about, nothing new."

Martin had seen too many of Sangongmo's runaway son.

They claimed that they were rebelling against their father, but in fact they still abided by the system established by their father. Even if they climbed to a high position, they were just a clone of their father.

"Of course, Sangong Mo's son's abilities are average, but he has the Earth Spirit Pearl in his hand. Once he escapes into the city, God knows what kind of trouble he will cause."

"Also, the city spirit is collecting the spirit beads, and the whereabouts of the fire spirit beads are unknown. Although the people chasing Rachel are followers of the Three Palaces Demon, they are not members of the Blood Brotherhood."

All these things are intertwined, as if a dark cloud is pressing down on Los Angeles.

How could Martin relax when the storm was brewing?
He said to Zatanna: "When will your potion be ready? We still have many enemies to deal with. We must speed up!"

"Although I really want you to stand up right away, my potion is not a universal wish-granting machine. Even if you drink it, you won't be able to recover immediately."

When Zatanna heard what Martin said, she also felt the magnitude of the trouble she was facing.

She kind of regretted not leaving with the circus, but now that things had come to this, she could only find a way to get rid of those bastards who didn't want others to have a good life.

"I'll try!"

Rachel had no say in matters involving planning and strategizing, and could only tinker with her magic on the side.

When she heard about the treatment, she perked up, raised her hands and jumped up, saying proudly, "I just discovered a new superpower that can immediately restore Martin to his best condition."

"you sure?"

Zatanna said to Rachel seriously, "Girl, this is not a joke. If Martin gets into any more accidents, we'll have to deal with the assholes in Los Angeles."

"bring it on!"

Martin didn't care much about his own body, and encouraged Rachel, "My body is tough, you can use it as you like, be bold, nothing will happen."

With Martin's encouragement, Rachel nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

She stretched out her hands, and purple-black magic emanated from them. It flowed like water, climbing up Martin's shoulders and gradually covering his body.

Martin looked at the magic power crawling towards his neck and said half-jokingly, "Girl, you better concentrate! If you lose your focus at this moment, my neck will be twisted off!"

"Screw you!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled her hands outwards, the magic pulled the invisible pain out of Martin's body and swallowed it into her own body.

"what--"

Rachel endured the physical pain from Martin, but she did not have Martin's willpower, and could not hold back at all, falling directly to the ground, shouting in pain.

This was the ability Rachel had just discovered.

She can achieve the purpose of healing by absorbing the other person's pain into herself. She will suffer the same pain herself, but can recover on her own in a short time.

Healing is not limited to physical, magical or psychological injuries. Even if the injury is fatal, as long as there is still a breath left, the person can be brought back to life.

"mess!"

Martin's body had indeed recovered to its strong state. He didn't bother to look at his body. He shook his head helplessly and hurriedly supported Rachel's head with his hands.

He mobilized the little remaining energy in his meridians and transferred it into Rachel's body, guiding the girl, who had already begun to roll her eyes, to mobilize her own magic power.

Although Rachel's consciousness was fuzzy, her body had become accustomed to the flow of magic power, and was led by Martin to move on its own.

Purple-black magic power emerged from the body and covered Rachel, turning her into a jelly-like state, swaying and very elastic.

The pain that was pulled out of Martin's body swayed left and right within the magic power. With no entity to leverage on, it bounced back for a while before disappearing.

"Cough cough!"

The pain disappeared, and the magical body became flesh. Rachel was like a drowning person who was rescued. She grabbed Martin's sleeve, gasping for air, and looked terrified.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay!"

Martin gently comforted the girl's emotions, helping her to get rid of the out-of-control panic as soon as possible.

"This kind of thing, once is new, twice is familiar. With this experience, the next time you save someone, you will be proficient."

Rachel stood up and said with fear: "The main reason is that the pain in your body is too intense. I feel like I am about to be drowned by that pain."

"Oh my god, how on earth can you handle this kind of pain and still be able to talk to Zatanna normally?"

"Get used to it, just get used to it!"

Martin didn't know how to explain his magical life to Rachel.

After saying a few perfunctory words, he prepared to leave.

Zatanna felt a little disappointed because she didn't find any of the Blood Brotherhood's assets in their lair.

Sniffing corpses is the biggest source of extra income for mages. Constantine's magic props were almost all snatched from enemies or stolen from tombs.

But there was nothing in the Blood Brotherhood's lair, it was empty, with nothing except the Trinita's things, which made Zatanna very disappointed.

Although she herself was not short of money, the feeling of returning empty-handed was very unpleasant.

Martin comforted Zatanna and promised to draw some talismans for her and give her some pills after the matter was over.

Zatanna did not accept Martin's kindness, but she was no longer angry.

When everyone walked out of the mountain, Martin waved his hand to disperse the wind and rain in the sky. The first thing he did was to contact Senior Brother Taiwu.

West Los Angeles, black community.

Ever since Constantine brought Taiwu into this community, there have been constant eyes staring at them, not just from black people, but also from white people and Latin Americans living below the poverty line.

They looked at strangers who broke into their community with caution, communicated with people around them, and guessed the identities of the strangers.

A blond, white man with fair skin wearing a windbreaker, with a cigarette in his mouth, looks very ruffian.

An Asian man wearing a robe and long hair, holding something that looks like a mosquito repellent in his hand, dressed strangely.

Such a combination is so strange that it is hard not to attract people's attention.

In slums like black communities, people tend to be divided into many different groups, sticking together and being wary of people from other groups.

As prosperous as downtown Los Angeles is, places like Skid Row are just as dark.

Although this international metropolis looks open, there is no slum anywhere, no matter if you are black, Latino, Middle Eastern, Asian, or pure white.

As long as you have no assets, or once had assets but fell from grace, the once prosperous big city will turn into a hell on earth where people are eaten without leaving any bones, eating you up and throwing you into the slums, continuing to serve as a landscape for the wealthy to feel superior.

Of course, only Taiwu had such regrets in his heart when he looked at the dirty and messy streets and uneven houses.

Constantine, smoking, was only concerned with whistling at the beautiful women passing by on the street, and didn't care about the lives of the people around him at all.

He himself lives in a living hell, and can only maintain his state of pleasure through various bad habits. He is unable to feel any sympathy for those who have a worse life than him.

"Let's go find Midnight Daddy. Even though that old guy is a conservative bastard, he is one of the most experienced wizards in North America."

"Even if all the mages in Los Angeles disappeared, nothing would happen to that old guy."

Constantine finished half of the cigarette in one breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, then opened a new cigarette, put it in his mouth and continued smoking.

"Your mind is in turmoil, this is dangerous!"

Taiwu waved his whisk to disperse the smoke in front of him and reminded Constantine

"Yes, that's right, handsome boy, my heart is in turmoil and I can't calm down, so what do you want to do?"

Constantine is like a hedgehog, with thorns all over his body. No matter how outsiders treat him, they will be pricked and bleed first.

But Taiwu doesn't care about these. He has seen too many troublesome people. He can actually get along with people like Constantine who are bastards but have bottom lines.

Moreover, Taiwu could understand Constantine's impatience.

After being reminded by Martin, the two searched for the magicians hidden in human society in Los Angeles, but found nothing.

All of Constantine's friends moved away without leaving any message, and all their assets were disposed of cleanly.

One person is an accident, two people is a coincidence, three or more people is a big trouble.

Constantine had been dealing with the devil for many years and was very familiar with this feeling. He seemed to have seen that the people hiding in the darkness had spread a big net and were waiting for them to walk in.

"Don't let me find the person hiding behind the scenes. Otherwise, I will definitely throw him into the deepest part of hell and let the flames of hell burn his soul forever."

Constantine talked on and on, but he never stopped and soon went deep into the black community.

There were also homeless people on the streets, who had turned into various gang members. They gathered in groups of three or four, and each of them carried a pistol that was not easily discovered.

"Don't worry about this garbage, let's just move forward."

Constantine raised his drooping eyelids slightly, glanced at the gangsters, and called out to Taiwu to catch up quickly and not fall behind.

They walked into an alley and began to turn around and around, as if they were walking into a maze.

This is where Constantine calls Midnight Daddy an old-fashioned antique. It’s the 21st century, and he’s still playing the fortress game, fixing his lair in one place.

This is because he is afraid that others can’t find him!

If you want to kill him, you don't even need magic. Just buy a few drones, strap bombs to them, and you can cause him big trouble that is difficult to solve.

“This maze is very well built!”

Taiwu recalled the route he had taken and couldn't help but praise Midnight Dad who built the maze.

"That old guy is targeting us. He is a bar owner and normally he wouldn't activate this maze."

Constantine's mouth seemed to be blessed. As soon as he finished complaining about Midnight Daddy, a group of black men with guns appeared in front of him.

He stepped back cautiously, and heard Taiwu's reminder:
"Don't step back, there are people behind you!"

Taiwu moved his ears and knew that someone appeared behind him, and the number of people was no less than that of the people in front.

Constantine threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, retreated to the wall, and said to Taiwu with a smile: "Master Dao, now it's up to you. I'm just a chain smoker. I can beat one or two people, but I can't deal with such a group of people."

Taiwu didn't say anything. He threw out his whisk, took a step forward, and faced the burly men who were blocking him from both sides.

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