[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

"Hey! Jack, do you know the Wishing Angel?"

Santa Monica beach pier, a woman in love said to her casual boyfriend: "It is said that as long as you treat her to eat ice cream, you can get a wishing sticker, write your wish on the back of the sticker, stick it to your heart, and the wish will come true."

"It's just a ridiculous urban legend."

The boyfriend scoffed at his girlfriend's innocence, his eyes wandered around, and he was soon caught by two hot beauties who were leaning on the railing and eating ice cream not far away.

Wow!

So sexy!

I really want to invite them to a love hotel——

"I suddenly remembered to call my mother, can you avoid it for a while! She doesn't know we are dating."

The man who was caught by desire sent his girlfriend away, held up his mobile phone and went straight to the hot beauties he liked.

The girlfriend saw everything in her eyes, trembling with anger, and was about to step forward——

"Sister, can I treat Anya to an ice cream?"

A gentle voice sounded from below.

The girlfriend lowered her head and saw a pink and lovely girl carefully tugging at the corner of her clothes. Her round, rosy face looked like a bone china doll in an antique shop.

"Just an ice cream... Anya will exchange stickers with you..."

The girl looked at her girlfriend imploringly.

The girlfriend can't help but think of the legend of the wishing angel.

Just buy her an ice cream to get a wishing sticker...

Write your wish on the back of the sticker, stick it to your heart, and your wish will become a reality...

No matter how absurd...how impossible...wish...

will...

"What flavor of ice cream do you like?"

……

Matthew arrives at the Santa Monica Beach Pier.

This is the most popular resort in Los Angeles, with beautiful scenery, bustling, handsome men and beautiful women everywhere.

Matthew's attention was attracted by a couple in the crowd.

The woman is worried and bossy, the man's expression is dull, and he keeps pace, as if...

[Sure enough, you felt it too. 】

Crowley's voice rang in his ears.

Matthew looked around and saw the Serpent of Eden lying on the beach in swimming trunks and sunglasses.

【She sold her soul to the devil? 】

【If it was a devil, her wish would not come true in such a simple form, we like it more...】

Crowley gestured.

Matthew understood.

The one who fulfills the woman's wish is Anya, the angel of wish who wanders by the sea and has the same name as Magneto's mother who died tragically in Auschwitz concentration camp.

Do you have any suggestions for wish angels?

Matthew asked Los Angeles City Will.

【No. 】

why?

[She doesn't belong to me, nor does she belong to Los Angeles. 】

The city of Los Angeles will answer truthfully.

Matthew said to the Kesiple system: I need the detailed information of the wish angel.

【Respected and great master, serving you is the duty of your humble and prudent servant Kespler, but the information about the Angel of Wishes is not within my ability. I regret to let you down. 】

The system tactfully rejected Matthew's request.

But for Matthew, the rejection of the system itself is also an answer, which shows that the wish angel is related to the creation energy fragments, so the Kesipler system cannot provide information about the wish angel.

So--

An idea raced through Matthew's mind.

He walked into the clothing store, bought a gentleman's hat that didn't match his suit at all, imitated Zatana, dressed himself as a wandering magician, walked up to the woman who got a compliant boyfriend after making a wish on the wish sticker, and helped her up hat, showing an inscrutable smile: "Is this the false happiness you want to get at the cost of your soul?"

The woman was shocked when she heard the words: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"You know what I'm talking about."

After speaking, Matthew turned and left.

Ever since the successful wish was made, the woman who has been worrying that happiness is a deformed transaction of selling her soul hurriedly caught up and grabbed Matthew's wrist: "Do you know what happened to me?! You have a way to solve my troubles ? Tell me! What should I do! What should I do!"

"You got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Matthew held the stick in his hand, with a mysterious expression on his face.

The woman became more and more flustered.

She lowered her voice and asked Matthew: "Sir, you can save me, can't you?"

"Everything is an exchange of equal value, and there is always a price to be paid."

Matthew flicked the cigarette ash to create a smoky atmosphere: "The so-called wish stickers exist like this."

"Then I... what price do I have to pay for my wish?"

The woman begged Matthew with red eyes.

The more the wish came true, the more afraid she was, fearing that her soul would fall into hell.

"Don't be afraid, the worst result is that the soul will fall into hell..." Matthew pretended to be casual. "In fact, most people will fall into hell after death, and only a very small number of souls are eligible to ascend to heaven."

"No! I don't want to fall into hell!"

The woman screamed.

She is a devout Christian.

In her perception, falling into hell is the most terrible punishment in the world!

The result is now...

"Help me! Help me! I don't want... I don't want to... I'm going to church right now! I'm going to the priest to confess! Lord forgive my sins!"

Women are already incoherent.

She pushed Matthew away and stumbled towards the church in the distance.

Because of the effectiveness of the wish stickers, her boyfriend, who is obedient to her and never leaves her, followed behind her numbly.

Matthew didn't stop them.

When the woman was scared out of her mind by his nonsense, he successfully took away the wish sticker that the woman had stuck on her heart, spread it flat in his hand, and looked at it repeatedly.

"It doesn't look any different than a normal sticker in a gift shop."

"The wish power attached to the sticker has been used by Annie, and it's really just a normal sticker now," said the Los Angeles City Will.

Annie is the name of the woman who made a wish on the wish sticker asking her boyfriend to never leave her.

I see……

Matthew raised his hand to throw the stickers into the trash.

"Hey! Littering is uncivilized behavior, although we are all demons!"

Crowley suddenly appeared and took Matthew's trash-throwing hand.

"Is it uncivilized to throw rubbish into the trash can?" Matthew asked.

Crowley took off his sunglasses and looked straight at Matthew with snake eyes: "Are you sure this sticker is ordinary garbage that can be thrown into the trash can?"

"The power attached to the sticker has been used and it's just a normal sticker now," Matthew said. "Normal stickers can of course go in the normal trash."

"No no no! Although the power attached to the sticker has been used, it is still not an ordinary sticker! It is a special sticker that can be attached to the power of wishing." Crowley emphasized.

"So you also came to the beach to investigate the wishing angel?" Matthew asked.

Crowley: "..."

Why do you feel like you've fallen into a pit?

"Lucifer? Morningstar asked me to come to the beach, and he said that I would meet the wishing angel here."

Matthew throws another chip.

"turn out to be……"

Crowley breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew who Lucifer? Morningstar was, and he knew why Lucifer? Morningstar left hell.

"need my help?"

Crowley took the initiative to court Matthew.

Matthew pointed to Anne who was walking towards the church: "Can you please help me see what she did after entering the church?"

"Uh..." Crowley was silent for a long time, and whispered, "I'm a purebred demon."

"Yes, it's kind of immoral to entrust a demon into a church, but who cares? I'm not an angel."

Matthew smirked...

Crowley turned away angrily.

He wouldn't walk into church for any angel or human other than Aziraphale!

After parting ways with Matthew, Crowley bought two wine and chocolate ice creams to share with the angel Aziraphale.

Aziraphale took the ice cream, took a sip, and asked Crowley, "Was the person talking to you just now a hybrid of a demon and a human?"

"Theoretically, it can be described as a hybrid, but in reality it's not completely a hybrid of demons and humans..."

"What business does he want with you?"

Aziraphale interrupted Crowley.

He thought it was the perfect way to hide his jealousy.

Crowley: "Are you jealous?"

"I do not have!"

"But your expression is obviously jealous?"

"No, I just want to know what plan you two demons have together!"

Aziraphale solemnly emphasized.

"That's still—"

"If you dare to say that word, I will ignore you for the next 100 years!"

"All right……"

Crowley raised his hands in surrender and told Aziraphale that Matthew was inspired by Lucifer?

As Crowley narrated, Aziraphale's expression gradually became serious.

"Is it possible to write a wish on the back of a sticker and stick it to your heart... a wishing angel...? Similar things have happened in the past... people who make wishes eventually..."

"Souls go to hell?" Crowley asked, "but I've never seen a demon in hell who harvests souls with something like a wish sticker."

"The soul is eaten as the price for the fulfillment of the wish..." Aziraphale said, "It is said that people who make a wish on the wishing sticker and the wish is fulfilled by the wishing angel will not go to hell after death, will not enter heaven, and will not be transformed For ghosts haunt the world, for their souls are the power and the price of their wishes."

"If this is the case, things will be troublesome."

Crowley muttered, holding Aziraphale's hand: "Let's go on a trip! The tentative destination is the Trisolaran galaxy 4.2 million light-years away from Earth!"

"You want to escape?"

"Are you going to face it?"

Aziraphale: "..."

……

Since Crowley can't count on it, Matthew can only rely on himself.

Fortunately, the temporary body provided by the system is purely human in composition and protected by the will of the city of Los Angeles. Although the essence is closer to demons, it will not be stabbed by divine power when entering and leaving the church.

Knowing that Matthew was going to set Anne in the confessional, City Will of Los Angeles "intimately" got him a set of priest clothes.

[I like uniform temptation——]

Los Angeles city will shout excitedly.

Matthew: Put on the priest's clothes and walk to Anne who is kneeling in front of the cross and weeping.

……

Annie is weeping for the possibility of falling into hell after her death.

blah blah blah!blah blah blah!

The sound of steady footsteps stopped behind her, and a warm hand patted her shoulder. Annie immediately felt a lot more relaxed. She turned around, hugged the "priest"'s knee and wept loudly, confessing while crying.

"Lord, I'm guilty! I shouldn't have sold my soul to the devil for my own selfish desires! I was tempted by the devil, thinking that doing so would bring back my cheating boyfriend!

But I... I... my shepherd!Please forgive me!Forgive you lost lamb... I am willing to sacrifice all my possessions including my body, just to be forgiven by the Lord! "

"Son, it's not your fault."

In order to better fool Annie, Matthew used the power of the Kespler system to add a layer of light to the head of the temporary body——

Annie looked up at him, and what she saw was a mass of pure white that seemed to be a holy light, and the outline of the facial features of the looming logo.

The golden afternoon sun shines on Matthew's back through the rose window of the church, as if an angel descended to the world.

Anne's heart is nothing but sacred and adoring.

She knelt down at the pastor's feet without reservation, against the dust.

"Lord, thank you for answering my prayers! From now on, I give up my everything, including my property, my love, my marriage, my future... I will go to the strictest missionary school to ask the most respected My nun taught me how to be a qualified nun..."

"The Lord doesn't need you serving Him as a nun..." Matthew said, "The Lord wants you to tell Him everything you can think of about the wishing demon."

"The wishing devil..."

Anne was not surprised by this word, and even breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a deep breath and told "Angel" every detail she could think of of the mysterious wishing angel wandering the beach.

"She looks less than ten years old, her hair is dark brown slightly close to red, barely reaching her shoulders... She looks very cute, wears a pink skirt, and has a soft voice..."

The more she recalled, the more afraid Annie became.

Subconsciously, she has determined that the "Angel of Wishing" is a demon from hell who tempts humans to sell their souls. The beauty, cuteness, and gentleness shown by "Angel of Wishing" in front of her... have naturally become evil disguises for demons to confuse human beings.

She begged the "angel" to subdue the devil with the holy sword and change her tragic fate of falling into hell.

However, the real angel is wearing beach shorts and eating ice cream at the beach, discussing with his demon friend who has been dating for 6000 years whether to go on vacation to the Trisolaran galaxy 4.2 million light-years away from the earth, so as to avoid being involved in the muddy water.

Standing in front of her in the clothes of a priest, listening to her and comforting her, is a demon from hell.

……

At the end of the questioning, Matthew told Annie to go home with peace of mind, and he would solve the wish stickers for her.

Annie walked out of the church reluctantly, turning her head three times a step.

Matthew here-

【What you said just now was all lies, right? 】

The City of Los Angeles will ask Matthew.

Matthew: The wish she made on the wish sticker has been fulfilled, and her soul will naturally be taken away as a price. This is an exchange rule that cannot be changed by any force.

He didn't see anything wrong with lying to Annie that "you'll be all right."

He is a demon, not an angel.

Taking off his pastor's clothes, Matthew left the church through the back door, pretending to be melancholy and sad, wandering around the bustling Santa Monica beach, hoping that the wishing angel would take the initiative to approach him.

……

night falls...

Santa Monica Beach is still buzzing.

People turn on colored lights, or barbecue, or sing and dance, and there are also young couples walking hand in hand behind the rocks, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and enjoy the romance to the fullest.

Matthew is walking on the beach.

The wishing angel has not appeared in front of him so far, and he has not been able to meet the second person who has used the wishing sticker on the beach.

Is it...

"Do you want to know why?"

Lucifer? Morningstar's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

Matthew turned his head: "When did you..."

"I've been here all along, you just didn't see it."

"All right……"

Matthew shrugged pretending to be indifferent, and asked Lucifer? Morning Star: "Are the wishing angel Anya and Magneto's mother Anya the same person?"

"The wishing angel is not a human being, how could it be Magneto's mother?"

Lucifer Morningstar replied humorously.

Matthew: "But I..."

"You want to know the answer?"

"I want to know what happened to the wishing angel?"

"The truth is sad and you may not be able to bear it."

Lucifer Chenxing reached out and held Matthew's hand: "Walk with me on the beach?"

"I……"

"Don't want to?"

"No, it's my pleasure."

Matthew took the initiative to hold Lucifer? Chenxing's hand tightly, and set foot on the sandy beach where the warmth of the day remained.

Not far away, under the coconut tree, a girl known as the wishing angel held a princess sticker and looked at them enviously.

……

After playing in the dark for twenty hours, Deathstroke finally remembered that he came to Los Angeles to meet the mutant brothers to discuss serious matters, so he pushed away the still enthusiastic Maze and prepared to—

"Got to go?"

"how do you know?"

"A mercenary like you appeared in the children's paradise because of the sudden explosion of childlike innocence?"

Mize backhanded the dagger into Deathstroke's vitals.

"The batch of mutant children brought back by Matthew are currently under my protection. If you dare to take them away, you must become my enemy!"

Deathstroke: So hot!

……

After 10 minutes, Deathstroke, who finally explained clearly, put on his clothes and prepared to leave.

Bang!

The door was knocked open.

Timberwolves broke in, stabbing at the death knell with sharp claws: "You bastard! I should have known that there would be no good for a mercenary bastard like you to appear in a children's playground! How dare you tempt children! Tell me! Which bastard organization hired you ! Or are you going to contact the buyer after you get the child!"

"Hey, hey! What are you talking about!"

Death Knell, who has not yet gotten rid of the will of the city of Los Angeles, tried to raise his hands to express friendship, explaining: "I came to Los Angeles to take orders for business, and saw a good-looking boy in the children's park who was in trouble, so I picked up a temporary Shan, I don't plan to sell children for the time being... Of course, if the price is reasonable, it's not..."

"You really plan to sell children!"

The Timberwolves' temper flared up again: "Stay away from my daughter!"

Deathstroke: "..."

Swish!

Sparks flickered, and Mize greeted the Timberwolves with her dagger.

The Timberwolves, who were fighting instinctively, immediately let go of the death knell and confronted the fallen angel Mads with their wolf claws.

"What's going on here!"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Mads shouted angrily.

The dagger burning with hellfire and the metal wolf claws of the 31st century burst into fierce sparks when they collided.

Deathstroke: Gut ready to leave.

"stop!"

Mize spread his wings and hit Deathstroke in the shoulder and across the back: "You fucking stay with me! Make it clear!"

"Are you a mutant too?"

The Timberwolves' attention was completely attracted by Maze's black wings.

"I...According to the scientific common sense of humans on Earth, my situation belongs to aliens..."

Not wanting to waste time explaining in detail the grievances and grievances of angels, demons and hell, Mize chooses to use aliens as his temporary identity.

The Timberwolves naturally accepted Maize's identity as an "alien". After shaking hands with Maze, they picked up the death knell who was lying on the ground with a temporary shattered spine fractured by Maze's wings.

"Now, we have time to listen to your explanation!"

Deathstroke: "..."

……

After some exchanges, the Timberwolves apologized to Deathstroke for their recklessness, and asked Metz for help: "You have stayed in Los Angeles longer than us, and you are more familiar with this city than us."

"So you came to this city to find your own daughter whom you never met and didn't know existed until three days ago?"

"She is a child that my enemies created with my genes..." Timberwolves said, "I didn't know she existed until three days ago."

"What will you do to her after you find her?"

"I don't know, but since she is my daughter, I should take on the responsibility of being a father—"

Timberwolves took out the Barbie doll in the backpack: "Look, this is a gift I prepared for her."

"Not every girl likes..."

"Amazon.com says every girl wants a beautiful Barbie doll."

Forest? Stupid father? Wolf pleaded wronged.

Mads: "..."

As a stinky straight man who also talks at the beginning of F to his teammates, after learning that he has a daughter, he took the initiative to search the shopping network for gifts that little girls would like, which shows that he really wants to be a qualified father.

"Do you know what your daughter looks like?" Mize asked.

Timberwolves: "I don't know... I'm sure she won't look as thick and brutal as me..."

"It turns out that you also know that it is a huge disaster for a girl to grow up to be like you—"

Before he finished speaking, the death knell was broken by the Timberwolves' iron fist of justice.

"To shut up!"

Timberwolves growled.

At this moment, the phone rang.

It was the little wolf girl who stayed on the second floor of the Morning Star Bar.