American comic world demon hunter

After Constantine walked out of the House of Everything, he first went to the old stable and drove a broken car. This broken pickup truck was even older than the one he had just hit by the demon Fucifer.

I really don’t know where he got so many junk cars that were supposed to be recycled.

However, these broken vehicles are actually stronger than many new bulletproof vehicles on the market.

Constantine was very afraid of death, more than anyone else, because he would go to hell after death.

He knows this better than anyone else. After he dies, his soul will enter hell, where countless demons are queuing up to play with his soul. The pain is definitely more terrifying than all the pain he experienced during his lifetime.

Therefore, Constantine protected himself all the time. He wore a windbreaker engraved with protective magic every day for ten years, drove a broken car that looked old because of the protective magic engraved on it, and always smoked "Sika" brand. cigarette.

Well, smoking is just smoking.

Constantine drove a broken car to the famous Emory University in Atlanta. Soon, Constantine saw the green Ivy League sign at the entrance of the university.

But the guard did not open the door for Constantine.

"Do you need help, sir?"

The aging black doorman was holding an umbrella and wearing a raincoat standing in front of Constantine's car door. Constantine patted the steering wheel depressedly.

"Old man, opening the door for me is a good thing for both you and me."

Constantine said as he rolled down the window, but when he looked at the old doorman again, he saw another face

Although Constantine had only seen this face once, he would never forget it.

Constantine gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, a look of great impatience on his face.

"There is a subtle difference between surveillance and tracking." Constantine gritted his teeth and said, "Can't angels like you not be able to distinguish between these two points?"

Outside the car door, the old doorman holding an umbrella has turned into the black angel Manny, the one Constantine just met last night.

The black angel had a divine smile on his face that made Constantine sick to the core, and he said slowly.

"I can tell from your expression that things are serious, right?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Now open the door and get out, and the smile you want will appear on my face." Constantine slapped the steering wheel fiercely: "I tell you, I will laugh out of eight by then. toothy"

Hearing Constantine's unscrupulous abuse, Manny's expression was a little angry. The next moment, Manny raised his hand, and time stopped on that hand. Raindrops were suspended in the air and stopped falling. Passers-by stood still on the street. Move again.

"I opened it"

Manny said as he opened Constantine's car door.

Constantine exhaled helplessly and finally got out of the car.

"Does every angel have magic tricks like yours?"

He reached out and touched the still raindrops in the air, and any raindrops he touched would fall to the ground.

"This is the first time I've seen such a trick. How can I say it, it's far beyond my imagination."

Angel Manny frowned. The next moment, all the raindrops fell on the ground. Then, the raindrops disappeared, as if the rain had stopped.

"Have you found the devil stalking that girl?"

"Of course" Constantine stood lazily leaning against the car door: "It's a devil on the inside."

"Really?" Manny's expression became solemn: "The devil in that kind of place cannot come to the world without the help of some kind of power."

"Shut your mouth, angel. Don't think that I don't know. You are simply using me to find some information."

"Of course" the angel nodded: "As long as you find out who our enemy is, I can use this to save the common people."

The angel pressed Constantine's shoulders earnestly.

"John, you and I both know that the person who can send the inner devil to the world is at least a devil. We need to do more to protect mortals."

"I am also a human being"

Constantine looked like he no longer wanted to communicate with the angel.

"You keep saying that you protect mortals, but I am also the one you should protect and help you find out the truth. Haha, you know, as long as I make a mistake, the devil will not be stingy about dragging me to hell."

Speaking of this, Constantine had a wry smile on his face.

"So, why should I risk going to hell to help you? Why can't I live the rest of my life peacefully?"

"Why do you say"

The angel looked at Constantine with disdain and disgust in his eyes.

"You are just an unimportant person, a shabby magician. Sometimes your decisions, no matter how good they are, will be questioned by others, and you have no morals at all."

"Wait a minute, sometimes I'm not as good as you say."

"What I said, I was just telling a fact. The fact is that you, John Constantine, you are no longer at risk of going to hell because your soul is always in hell."

Constantine covered his forehead with his helpless hands. He knew that he knew better than anyone else that Manny was right.

Angel Manny patted Constantine gently.

"At least you are like this now, but you still have a future."

"What?" Constantine raised his head in confusion and looked at Manny: "Are you saying that I still have a chance to be redeemed?"

At this moment, Constantine didn't notice that the pupil of his right eye turned silvery white

But Manny noticed.

"your eyes"

"what"

"Why did you get your right eye? Why did I feel the divine power in it? Who and which god gave you the blessing? Damn it, Constantine, do you know what you are doing?"<

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"Wait a minute." Constantine was confused: "You said I really have divine power in my eyes."

"You can't go to heaven, Constantine"

"What, why, what are you talking about, asshole?"

"You have been blessed by a god that I have never come into contact with. Therefore, you will not be accepted by heaven. The only one who can accept you is the god who blessed you."

The angel looked at Constantine solemnly.

"Although I don't know which god this divine power belongs to, I can feel it. I will never be able to see you in heaven again."

"What, the blessing, where did you see it? Damn it, Dante, it must be you, Manny, you are an angel, can you unlock this blessing?"

Constantine clutched Manny's windbreaker anxiously, and Manny shook his head slightly.

"That is a power on the same level as the Almighty Father. Not even the Lord of Hell can unlock its power. Just wish yourself well."

"Wait a minute, there must be a way"

Constantine shouted at Manny, but when he finished speaking, he found that he was already holding the old doorman.

The old guard looked surprised.

"Sir, what's wrong with you"

Constantine glanced at the old doorman and leaned weakly on the car. The rain fell again and wet Constantine's hair.

Half an hour later, Constantine burst into an office.

"Long time no see, Rich. Long time no see, my brother."

Constantine greeted the man sitting in the office chair writing warmly, and there was no hint from his cheerful tone that he was in a bad mood just now.

But even so, Richie was so frightened that he jumped up.

"Get out of my office" Richie stuttered in excitement: "Get out of here, now"

"Long time no see, is this how you welcome me?"

Constantine smiled and reached out towards Richie, who was so frightened that he took two steps back and hit the small blackboard.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to leave, I'm leaving. I'll leave by myself right now."

Richie hurriedly put on his clothes and patted his desk.

"You get this, it's all yours, never see you again, scum"

"Oh, Richie, don't you have any other words of welcome?"

Constantine walked up to Richie with a smile and patted Richie's computer.

"Are you still investigating last night's incident online? Did you find anything bad about the sky?" Constantine looked at Richie: "Speak quickly, brother, you know, if you don't tell me, I won't "Let's go"

"Okay, okay, I admit, I was indeed investigating last night's phenomenon. I checked a lot of data, sinkholes that have occurred in various states in the past thirty years, and unusual celestial phenomena. I checked a lot of databases and chat rooms. , police training, and news reports.”

Richie looked terrified.

"John, I assure you, something terrible is about to happen. In the past two months, there have been more and more disasters caused by supernatural phenomena, and they are located all over the country."

Constantine frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Including the demon from the inner layer of hell who always terrorizes Jasper's daughter, right? I need your help. I need you to set up a power grid for me when I need it. Cut off all power facilities within a hundred miles for me.”

"I can indeed" Richie was trembling: "But I will not participate in anything of yours anymore"

'I know the incident in Newcastle has got you'

"Don't talk to me about Newcastle," Ritchie exploded: "Newcastle is a fucking nightmare, a nightmare."

Richie shouted, covering his head in pain.

"Because of everything you did to that girl, I can't live a normal life without taking painkillers every day. Even when I sleep, I have to rely on sleeping pills."

Richie grabbed two or three pill bottles and threw them hard at Constantine.

"Without these drugs, which have more side effects than the drugs, I would be worse off than dead every night."

Richie yelled and quickly packed his things. Then, he picked up his backpack and put on his coat, looking like he was really going to leave.

Constantine stopped Richie who was about to go out.

"We all learned our lesson, Richie."

"But the lesson you learned is not enough"

Richie said something viciously, and then tried to rush out of the office, but was blocked by Constantine.

"Okay, do you know one thing, Richie?" Constantine took a deep breath and said slowly to Richie: "The police in Newcastle are still investigating the murderer of Astra."

When Astra was mentioned, Richie calmed down a bit. He lowered his head regretfully and whispered something.

"You and I both know that's not what humans do."

"But the police don't know"

Constantine patted Richie on the shoulder.

"Do you think it would be more interesting if someone gave the police some evidence that you were there?"

After Constantine finished speaking, he turned around and left. This time it was Richie who wanted to keep him.

"Wait a minute," Richie wailed helplessly: "You won't do this, will you?"

"What do you think"

"Okay, I'm involved." Richie said weakly: "You know, John, sometimes, I really hope that person is you, yes, I hope that the person dragged into hell by that ghoul It’s you, not Astra”

"I also think so"

Constantine hugged Richie frivolously.

"We will cooperate tacitly"