[Spiritual Vision (Talent)]… [Two-Worlds walker (Talent)]… [Exorcism Experience +99]…
Watching Constantine devour two large plates of food, Mike also gained quite a few characteristic traits from him.
"I think you should take a hot bath and get some good rest first…" After leaving the glass restaurant, Mike offered Constantine some sound advice.
This man, who reeked of smoke, had a handsome face but always exuded a sense of decadence.
Even after eating his fill, he still looked listless.
"Never mind me…" Constantine paid no mind to his own condition, instead staring at Mike and Needy and saying, "Since you treated me to a meal, I advise you to leave this place. The Demon Gate is about to open, and without the ability to protect yourselves, you'll only be in the way here."
Or rather, in Constantine's eyes, Mike and Needy, lacking exorcism weapons, were no different from walking to their deaths.
"Do you mean you can't exorcise without exorcism tools?" Mike turned to look at the decadent man in front of him, knowing that if he didn't show some ability, he probably wouldn't be able to convince him.
So, before the man could speak, Mike continued, "Let me guess, someone thinks too highly of himself but is not long for this world. He wants to go to Heaven but can't. He's forced to 'do good deeds,' trying to prove he's worthy of Heaven…"
As an exorcist with some real skill, Constantine had exorcised countless demons in the first half of his life; if not a thousand, then several hundred demons had been sent back to Hell by him.
In this situation, if he went to Hell after his death, it was easy to imagine his days would be very "exciting."
The demons in Hell were not to be trifled with…
Therefore, Constantine, who was in the late stages of lung cancer and not long for this world, was now desperate to get a ticket to Heaven.
However, things did not go as planned. From Gabriel, the angel stationed in California, Constantine was told that his past acts of exorcism were not from his true heart, and therefore he could not go to Heaven after his death.
This was also why Constantine was somewhat resigned and decadent now.
"You know so much about going to Heaven, do you also have connections with the people above?" Constantine initially didn't pay much attention, but after listening to Mike's account, a surprised expression appeared on his face, mixed with a hint of pleasant surprise.
To avoid going to Hell after his death, he was now eager to improve.
"If by 'people above' you mean angels, I do know one," Mike replied with a smile.
Upon receiving a positive answer, Constantine no longer felt any disdain and said familiarly, "As a colleague from the MIB, can you ask that angel if there's any way for me to go to Heaven after my death?"
"You want to go to Heaven that badly?" Mike asked back, amused.
"I only have less than three months to live. Compared to going to Hell, I definitely want to go to Heaven more," Constantine confessed his situation.
At this moment, in his eyes, the young man in front of him had become his last straw.
"Late-stage lung cancer is not an incurable disease to me." To enhance the visual effect, Mike condensed a ball of white light and then threw it onto Constantine.
According to Gabriel, Constantine's exorcism was not from his true heart, so it wasn't considered a good deed.
But from a practical standpoint, Constantine's exorcism work over the years had indeed helped many ordinary families.
In Mike's view, he was a "good person" worth saving.
The white light just now was healing power, which cured Constantine's lung cancer.
"How do you feel now?" Mike still had a smile on his face.
"What was that white light? I feel much lighter all over, especially in my lungs…" Constantine took a few deep breaths and found that his lungs really didn't hurt anymore.
As a celebration, he immediately lit a cigarette for himself. After an epic drag, his spirits clearly relaxed.
Indeed, there was a reason this man had late-stage lung cancer in his early thirties.
"That was healing power. I cured your lung cancer, so you don't have to rush to your death," Mike said, slightly speechless. "Of course, if you continue to smoke excessively, you'll eventually die of lung cancer again."
"How amazing," Constantine said cheerfully, "So, even if I continue to smoke a pack a day, I can still live for at least three… twenty years. That's enough."
Constantine, in his early thirties, had been smoking for about twenty years. By that calculation, he could indeed live for more than twenty more years.
Mike had no nicotine addiction and didn't understand why the other person was so dependent on it. But that didn't stop him from respecting the other person's lifestyle.
More than half an hour later…
To be safe, Constantine went to see his private doctor. He received confirmation that his lung cancer was indeed cured.
"I still want to say, this is truly amazing," Constantine said as he walked out of the private clinic, looking at Mike as if he were looking at a god.
He had previously applied to the MIB for an ointment, which he heard was a life-saving ointment.
However, that miraculous ointment only extended his life by two months and failed to cure his lung cancer.
As a result, such stubborn lung cancer was completely cured by a ball of white light.
Constantine still felt a bit unreal.
Afterward, with his mood relaxed, Constantine calmed down and finally remembered he still had work to do.
He looked at Mike and Needy and said, "The evil spirits in California have been unusually active recently. Even Father Hennessey died in a mysterious incident. I found some clues by investigating the scene…"
As a special agent of the MIB, Constantine also had his helpers, and Father Hennessey was one of them.
After explaining Father Hennessey's situation, Constantine took out a handkerchief with a special symbol imprinted on it.
"I am responsible for Father Hennessey's death, so please help me." With his life no longer in danger, Constantine no longer had to worry about going to Hell.
Therefore, he had the idea of avenging his friend.
The special symbol on the handkerchief, formed by bloodstains, was the unique mark of the evil spirit that killed Father Hennessey.
"My mission this time is to provide support, so you decide what to do," Mike gave the initiative to the other party.
Constantine had a unique ability: he was very good at "causing trouble."
Mike still wanted to rely on him to draw out Satan, so he naturally wouldn't restrict his actions.
"That's good, the place we're going next is a bit dangerous," Constantine said with a smile.
With Mike as a helper with "miraculous" abilities, he had full confidence in avenging his friend.
Afterward, Constantine led Mike and Needy towards an underground bar, accompanied by a young man named Kramer.
This young man was Constantine's apprentice and also a member of the special department of the MIB.
His usual job was probably to run errands and do odd jobs for Constantine.
"This bar is a black market, specifically used for shady dealings, including selling information." Arriving at the bar entrance, Constantine introduced the situation to everyone: "The boss who manages this place goes by the codename Papa Midnite, but everyone usually calls him 'Papa.' He's a very capable person…"
Under the bar's psychedelic lights, one could see a scene of demons dancing wildly through the Spiritual Vision.
And for such a bar to be managed without incident, it showed that the guy named Papa was definitely not simple.
After entering the bar, Constantine found a bartender and, after giving enough tips, the group was led by the bartender to the back hall.
Here, there were no psychedelic lights or noisy sounds, only a burly MIB Agent holding a glass of red wine.
As expected, this person was 'Papa.'