American comic world demon hunter

On the roof of the Emory University library, Constantine puffed out smoke and said softly.

"Liv"

As he spoke, he made a virtual grab in the air with his right hand.

"This is my little gift for you"

As Constantine grabbed his right hand, the smoke seemed to be caught in Constantine's hand. Then, Constantine threw the non-existent smoke out of thin air over Liv's head.

"Okay, I carved a new seal on you. This seal can prevent your smell from being sensed by demons, so from now on, you are safe."

Constantine looked at Liv with a smile, he was relieved because he completed Jasper's request and saved his daughter.

The main thing is that this time there was no failure like Newcastle

After hearing what Constantine said, Liv's eyes looked a little more incomprehensible.

"that's it"

Liv said, grabbing her head with her right hand.

"This way I have been sealed by you"

"Of course" Konstantin smiled and walked towards the stairs going downstairs.

Liv followed behind in small steps, mumbling constantly.

"What happened from yesterday to today is really unforgettable. It's a pity that Dante is not here. I really hope that he can see Focifer's last scream, so he will be very happy."

"There will be a chance"

Constantine took Liv to the parking lot and found Richie's car.

"Guys, I'm going to have a drink or two. Is anyone with me?"

Sitting in the car, Constantine made a suggestion, which was quickly responded to by everyone. On this dangerous and exciting night, it was time to get drunk.

"Where's Dante? Does anyone know where Dante is?"

Liv sat in the back seat and suddenly thought of Dante.

After listening to Liv's words, several people looked at each other for a while.

"I don't know, maybe I'm still being interviewed at Old Mom's Fried Chicken Shop. I remember there happens to be a good bar next to that shop. Let's go find Dante and take him to try the current wine. Richie, drive."

Constantine lay lazily on the back seat and started directing, while Richie started the car and headed to Old Mama's Fried Chicken Restaurant.

Emory University is far away from Old Mom's Fried Chicken Shop. They are separated by a full twenty blocks, and the streets are very congested at night. It took Rich a lot of effort to reach the vicinity of the Fried Chicken Shop.

However, they had no intention of drinking at this time.

Not far from the fried chicken shop, the Mexican restaurant's door and floor-to-ceiling windows, which had been damaged by stray bullets, were riddled with holes, showing everyone who passed by the tragedy that happened not long ago.

"Oh my god, it's so scary. What happened here?" Liv covered her mouth with her hands. She had just exclaimed, and then she remembered the result of her divination on the map.

"Constantine, this is Edgewood Street, this is where my blood flows, this is where I divined"

Liv looked at everything in front of her in astonishment. Near the restaurant, there were still family members of the victims crying, injured people, frightened people, police, doctors, everything in the world would not hesitate to feel sad when a tragedy happened.

Constantine stared at the ruined restaurant. This scene gave him a bad feeling. If Dante was involved in this incident, would Dante reveal his identity and even implicate me? Woolen cloth

"Where's Dante? Dante was here when we left. He should know something."

Constantine asked, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Chas and Liv were looking at the laptop on Richie's lap, where the two of them saw news that upset them.

Especially Liv, she was already crying.

"What's going on? What are you looking at?"

Constantine asked loudly, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious, so Dante leaned over and grabbed the laptop into his hands.

"The silver-haired angel fighting against madness"

This was the most read and reprinted news item that Rich had found related to this incident. Three photos were posted directly below the news headline.

The first picture: A shirtless Dante is putting his cashmere sweater under the neck of a frightened pregnant woman. Dante’s side face is facing the camera. In the photo, you can see the pity and anxiety in Dante’s eyes.

The second picture: Dante walked towards the dilapidated restaurant door with his shirtless body on. On his back, a white and silver holy light seemed to vaguely appear.

The third picture: A corpse is being carried out of the scene by the staff. The corpse is covered with a black cloth that symbolizes the person's death. However, even if the corpse's face cannot be seen clearly, the silver that is as bright and shining as always can be seen clearly. Long hair.

In this news, the reporter who took the photo called Dante a silver-haired gentleman and a brave warrior. She described her brief exchange with Dante from beginning to end, and rushed into the restaurant without hesitation for Dante, risking her life with her life. He paid high tribute to him for killing the terrorists and saving the five survivors who were still alive in the restaurant.

At the end of the article, the reporter also called on the mayor to award Dante the Medal of Honor.

As soon as this news was released, it immediately attracted the attention of countless netizens. All news related to the silver-haired man was on the hot search, and Lao Mama's fried chicken restaurant became even more popular because of this.

After investigation, it was found that before the incident, a silver-haired young man named Dante Nefilim was challenging the world record of eating five hundred burgers in a row at Lao Mama's Fried Chicken Restaurant and succeeded.

All in all, countless news all point to one situation, that is, Dante is dead, so he is popular

Constantine opened his mouth blankly, and after thinking for a brief moment, Constantine immediately shouted.

"Damn it, that's a hybrid between a devil and an angel.

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Even just one finger can release super powerful magic from your child's body. We must not let such a precious body fall into the hands of the police."

After Constantine finished speaking subconsciously, he was severely despised by the other three people in the car.

"Constantine" Chase punched him hard: "Are you going to treat a hero like this?"

"Hey" Constantine dodged Chas' fist awkwardly: "I mean, I am his good brother, it is necessary for me to bring him back and place him in the Everything Room, so that I can sit next to him at any time. Prayers and moments of silence were offered for him.”

"This is the most blatant lie I've ever heard."

Liv shouted loudly, and then slapped Constantine hard.

"You actually plan to harm Dante's body. He is already dead. He left as a hero."

After Liv cried, she opened the car door and ran away quickly.

Chas sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Constantine with contempt.

"You disappoint me, John."

After that, Chas and Richie left together. Richie even parked the car here just because he didn't want to be with Constantine.

Constantine sat in the car and shrugged self-deprecatingly.

"Friend, it seems that I know you best. How could you die so easily?"

Constantine climbed into the driver's seat and quickly started the car. In just twenty minutes, Constantine arrived at the Atlanta Police Headquarters.

Constantine got out of the car, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and confidently walked into the door of the police station.

"Hello, no smoking here. Also, how can I help you?" A police officer came over and asked Constantine.

Constantine took a long drag on the cigarette, then threw it directly on the smooth floor. Then he turned to the police officer and said, "Can you please tell me where your chief's office is?"

The police officer looked at Constantine suspiciously.

"Can I see your ID?"

"Can"

Constantine took out a playing card from his coat pocket and raised it in front of the officer.

Surprisingly, what the police officer saw was obviously not playing cards, because he gave Constantine a sharp salute.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir"

"It's okay, show me the way, and then you can go about your business."

Just like that, Constantine sat in the director's office.

The director was a bald, strong man. He looked at Constantine doubtfully.

"Who are you? I have never seen you. Why did Lina let you in?"

"If the Lina you are talking about is your little secretary who doesn't wear underwear, maybe it's because I satisfied her."

Constantine joked carelessly, and while joking, he took out the playing card from his pocket again.

The director stood up straight the moment he saw the playing card: "Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency"

"Yes, I need all the information about the murders at the Mexican restaurant, as well as the body of Dante Nefilim."

Constantine sat lazily on the sofa. He put the poker back into his pocket, pointed to the director with his left hand and said.

"The president only gave me half an hour to deal with this matter. Guess I'll give you a few minutes."

Sweat quickly broke out on the director's bald head. Currently, the only person who has read the detailed report of the Mexican Restaurant is the director. He knows some inside information that others don't know.

"The incident report has not been compiled yet, but Dante's body is ready."

The director stood up and guided Constantine. As he walked, he exchanged greetings with Constantine.

"Dante's body has been glowing, so I prepared a special room for him, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly. You know, you just informed me by phone to prepare these."

After hearing the director's words, Constantine's heart thumped. Damn it, they really intervened.

"Efficiency determines the annual allocation, so we are the most efficient department"

Constantine suppressed his nervousness and agreed softly.

Immediately afterwards, Constantine saw Dante's body.

"Look, this corpse is not only glowing, but his injuries are also recovering at a weak speed. It even makes me feel that he can come back to life at any time."

The director pointed out Dante's wounds to Constantine.

Constantine nodded.

"Within five minutes, I will see the vehicle containing the body and the incident report parked in the third seat of the first row of parking lot 2. Leave the car key on the door for me. I will pick it up on time."

Constantine turned and left, and the director nodded doubtfully behind him.

Five minutes later, Constantine swaggered to the car prepared for him by the director and drove away quickly.

Twenty minutes later, a well-maintained limited-edition old Ferrari parked in front of the police station, and a middle-aged man with a smile on his face stepped out of the car.

In the director's office, before the bald director could sit still, the door of the office was opened again.

"Hello, my name is Phil Coulson. We have spoken before. Are you ready for the corpse and incident report that you need to prepare?"

As Coulson said this, he took out his ID. The very obvious eagle-shaped logo on the ID made the director completely stunned.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, God, why is it you again?"

The director's political career was over.