The capital of hell, the edge of the city, in the "slums"...
"Woman, you won't always win."
Mr. Hawke, who came to collect the rent, left a bag of head money.
besides……
A special enough note.
Why it's special.
It's because this piece of hell currency with a large face value does not come from human souls.
But the evil beasts of hell.
"But at least I won this time, and that's enough."
Laura picked up the revolver that had been thrown to the ground.
The last bullet entered Mr. Hawke's head as expected, and he fired the gun himself.
The winner of Russian roulette is Laura, and the opponent needs to pay the chips of his soul.
"One bullet is not enough to kill the devil."
"But the bet from the Devil King can force them to give up their souls."
"In Mephisto's eyes, I think our souls and the devil's souls are equivalent."
Laura's splay depicts gold filigree and infernal writing, as well as a series of zero bills.
The head of the evil beast is roaring.
However, it is no different from those souls imprisoned on gold coins.
only.
Is it because he is locked on this small piece of paper and the area he can move is slightly larger? !
"It's such a bad feeling."
Aaron threw away the weapon in his hand.
"I have always thought that treating everyone equally is a good word, but if it is used as a joke on the soul, it is really pitiful."
Aaron saw the rules of the capital of hell.
Even if Mr. Hawke is extremely reluctant, once the gambling begins.
After Laura fired first, he no longer had the right to say no.
And the winner.
You can harvest chips.
And the loser.
No matter who you are, you must give your soul, whether it is your own or someone else's.
Perhaps the only advantage of demons is that they always have some souls in their hands!
correct!
in stock? !
"You said this is also known as the Golden Capital, then..."
Aaron suddenly realized, he had a guess, and asked Laura.
"hehe."
Laura laughed.
She is a very cold woman, and it is not too much to describe her as handsome and unrestrained.
But it turns out Laura is beautiful when she smiles.
"You and I are together again."
"Did you see the tallest building in the center of the city?!"
Aaron looked along the position of Laura's finger.
Even on the edge of the city, you can climb all the way up to the dim sky.
High-rise buildings shining with colorful lights.
It may be 100 floors or 200 floors, or it may be a taller building according to common sense.
It was very far away, but it looked extremely clear.
Topmost.
The name of the Archdemon Asmodeus is marked on the top of the building.
"Asmodeus Tower, the highest point of the Hell Hotel, where all the losers' bargaining chips are!"
"The largest soul vault in the entire hell city!"
"Seizing him is equivalent to taking the wealth of the Devil King, are you excited?!"
"adventurer?!"
Laura's goal.
This woman didn't know how long she had been in the capital of hell, but the adventurer's soul had already guided the way.
If you want to play, play big.
"ah?!"
"I-I mean, maybe we can find some solutions to the trouble through soul gold coins?!"
"To be precise...we are archaeologists, not thieves!"
Aaron spread his hands.
what happened? !
He seemed to suddenly see a little snake. Hey, this is not the reaction an archaeologist should have.
However.
Faced with the temptation of antiquities and the devil's treasure, Laura is completely unable to control herself!
She also wants the secret of obtaining soul gold coins.
And now.
It looks like I have found a helper that I can talk to.
"Yeah?!"
"I agree with you, we are archaeologists, so we want to break into the devil's vault!"
"Maybe we need some other powerful firepower!"
…
Hell City, Inner City, Block 42.
boom!
A sudden powerful shot, golden bullets brought huge impact.
Thus tearing apart the demon's body.
There is no need to care about the names of these hell natives, because their souls are about to become the trophies of a murderer.
"You committed a foul!"
Tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and the streets began to become chaotic.
The horn on its head was half broken, and the lingering demon roared.
Kill!
Without any hesitation, he rushed in for the massacre!
"This is not a bet! This is a provocation!"
"damn it!"
"You're going to pay the price, you bastard."
same!
The few "lucky ones" who haven't completely died are also mourning.
they think.
This is the rule of provoking Lord Asmodeus and provoking the capital of hell.
even.
It is a foolish act to provoke the great devil king!
However.
In this regard, the uninvited guests who broke into Block 42 expressed different views.
"Everything is according to the rules."
"I bet my life, and you bet your lives, everything is so fair!"
The voice sounded older and more serious.
Click.
It was the sound of a pistol being cocked.
However, what is incredible is that this gun is actually made of gold.
More accurate statement.
This is a killing weapon made by melting an unknown amount of gold.
It's precisely because of this gun.
Containing the power of soul gold coins, it has the power to kill demons.
Snapped!
A soul gold coin with a basic face value was inserted into the magazine as a bullet!
Peng!
It was obviously a normal-caliber launch, but the explosion caused almost overturned the area more than 10 meters in front of it.
For a moment.
Kuo Nao's demon child completely disappeared.
"And I've already paid the price!"
All was quiet.
There is only the sound of losing the bet, shattering the body, and the souls of the demons turning into large denominations of "wealth" scattered on the ground.
Jingle Bell.
Such a beautiful rhythm is like the winner at the gambling table, reaping the victory of this round.
However.
To George Stacy, everything seemed so cold and empty again.
He bent down.
Step by step, he picked up the gold coins among the debris of the ruins.
On face value.
Those demon souls are still yelling at him, but what can they do? !
"..."
Old George was silent.
The body that used to be slightly fatter than middle-aged has completely disappeared.
Strong muscles, strong bones, and... the devil's horns growing out of his head.
as well as……
Half of his face turned green and red, and his muscles were twisted, looking extremely terrifying.
Just like old George said just now, he has paid the price.
Give half of yourself to hell.
…
"Hey, Sheriff!"
"I finally found you, and I ran three streets to find you."
It flaps its wings, its body is as fat as a ball, and it has a slender black tail like a heart.
Old George knew him.
This demon comes from Asmodeus Mansion and is dedicated to delivering important messages to the Great Demon.
As for the name? !
unimportant!
"Before I kill you with one shot, tell me what you want to say clearly."
"5 seconds!"
Old George's tone was stiff.
When he sold his soul to hell, perhaps he also took away some of his emotions.
But that's a good thing.
At least that's what old George thinks, if only he could be a little more harsh!
Less pity, less hesitation.
Just like in New York.
If only he had been less indecisive that night, if only he had acted earlier.
If he could kill the demon as decisively as he does now, he could kill the black-handed Valon first!
perhaps……
All disasters will not happen.
certainly.
At this moment, all this is just old George's self-comfort in his heart.
He is the chief of the Hell City Police Department!
Although apart from the hell beasts he raised, he was the only one in the entire police station.
And all the remaining demons who signed up were crushed by him.
but!
George Sr. did not regret his decision.
He blocked his soul in exchange for an identity that was somewhat of a status in the eyes of the devil.
Although this identity may sometimes seem like a joke like a clown.
But that's enough.
"Gwen..."
Old George often said this name.
This may be the last bit of tenderness he has left in his current state.
Also for his daughter.
He never wants to see his daughter's soul in the capital of hell, so...
He's just trying his best to find someone who can kill the demon.
It's just a small possibility to maintain the balance of the big devil's "ridiculous game".
to this end!
Even if he is doing things for Asmodeus, he will become a disgusted existence in the mouths of more souls.
Old George is willing to do it too!
…
"Hee hee hee."
"Don't be so cruel. You have a human soul and you have accepted the power of hell."
"Why do you have to think on the devil's side?!"
A little devil in the middle of winter.
Flying in circles around old George, his voice sounded very cute and childlike.
However, looking at the "chips" under the ruins, the overflowing greed is not concealed.
perhaps……
It's a rare errand for Lord Asmodeus, shouldn't he ask for a tip? !
"four three……"
As Old George counts down, the "tip" arrives.
The gun that belongs exclusively to the Sheriff, the gun made of soul gold is directly pushed to the stomach.
The little devil's whole body was trembling from the coldness.
That's scary.
"Okay, okay."
"Take this, Lord Asmodeus gave it to you..."
The little devil wrapped his tail around his back and threw out a wrapped... parchment scroll.
"!
"
Old George reached out and took it.
It was not fully unfolded, but the strand of black hair was seen from the corner.
It's a human being.
It's a woman.
She was a miko wearing a kimono, and Old George naturally knew who she was.
"Can't you finally bear it?!"
Old George was mumbling.
He knew that what he was holding in his hand was a wanted order just signed by the big devil.
What they are facing is the capital of hell, or the entire territory of hell.
"Go to the TV Tower to find your old acquaintance!"
"In the shortest possible time, everyone, whether in the inner city or the outer city, must know!"
Old George turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the nagging little devil behind him.
And the little devil was flying around, still yelling at old George.
"This is a huge reward."
…
The capital of hell, inner city, central area of the fifth district.
It has the largest entertainment industry, broadcasting companies, tower radio stations, movies and newspapers, and all facilities are here.
】
After all...pleasure and depravity are both part of hell.
"George Stacey."
"You know I don't welcome you now. You'd better leave by yourself before I drive people away."
Daily Bugle.
After reopening in hell, the person behind the desk in front of him was old George's old acquaintance.
J. Jonah Jameson
"Hell Daily."
Old George looked at the sign affixed to the door. The Daily Bugle had changed its name.
"The stupid devil did it himself."
"Wherever I am, there is a Daily Bugle, even in hell!"
Jonah Jameson's usual tone.
It seems that even the soul falling into hell cannot change his backbone in facing evil.
Old George was most familiar with him like this.
When I was in New York, even as the commissioner of the New York Police Department, I was often criticized by Jonah Jameson.
then.
Faced with Valon who kidnapped the playboy, it was this guy who sprayed the most intensely.
"When I came last month, you still had your arms and you could point at my nose and curse."
"But now it seems..."
Halfway through what he said, Old George's tone suddenly became silent.
"Ha ha."
Jonah laughed. He still raised his mustache and cursed at old George.
"Are you pitying me?!"
"A bastard who turned into a demon, do I need you to care about me?!"
"Even if I only have one head left, I can never forget that I am a human being!"
"The human soul is the noblest!"
Yes.
Jonah Jameson appeared in front of old George, now only a head on the desk.
His soul was divided.
A more accurate statement is that he lost most of his position in the devil's gamble.
The face value of an ordinary soul is only one gold coin.
As for Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of Hell Daily is now personally named by the great demon Lord Asmodeus.
His soul is more playful!
Every time you lose, some souls are removed and used as incomplete gold coins, although the face value is very low.
but!
A screaming mortal soul, a wretch with only his head left talking nonsense on TV!
What could please the demons more than such a hellish scene? !
Jonah Jameson did not completely turn into a gold coin after losing the bet.
on the contrary!
He sank into an even more terrifying hell.
But does it matter? !
It doesn't matter, because as long as Jonah Jameson has one mouth left, he will never be convinced!
while alive.
It was like this when being put to the head by Vallon, by Typhoid Mary, and with a gun to his head.
now.
Facing these demons who should be crushed to pieces in hell.
Jonah Jameson still does that!
…
"Since it's inconvenient for you, I'll do it myself."
Old George didn't say anything.
He walked straight to the news desk and spread out the wanted notice on the parchment in his hand.
"Miko..."
At this moment, Jonah Jameson was also stunned.
"Her name is Kikyo."
Old George said the name of the witch and said.
"Asmodeus put a bounty of 100 million gold coins on her head!"
"One hundred million?!"
Jonah Jameson was shocked once again.
This number, unless the hell vault is opened, will definitely include the souls of many hell natives.
after all.
There are many human souls in the Capital of Hell, but not to this extent.
but……
Demons and humans alike, plus visitors from other dimensions.
The souls of living beings are trustworthy currency in hell.
That's it!
The number of 100 million souls will make all the monsters in hell crazy!
"George Stacey!"
Jonah Jameson jumped up from his desk in excitement. He was so excited that he even tried to bite old George with his mouth.
"You can't do this, you will kill her. The witch saved people in three states!"
"It's because of her that this damn city isn't filled to the brim!"
"The 100 million bounty will not be paid entirely by human souls. You can't really become the devil's lackey!"
Beep!
And in response to Jonah Jameson, it was George Sr. pressing the send button on the news station.
"You will be punished!"
Jonah Jameson fell to the ground and watched helplessly as the image of the witch was sent.
"retribution!"
Old George said slowly.
"I wait for the divine arrow to miss my heart, but until then... we have no choice."
