American comic world demon hunter

"Fake"

Liv screamed and sat down on the ground in fright. Just now, she was reversing the car, but there must be something wrong with the car's reversing radar. Even if there was nothing behind the car, the reversing radar still kept ringing.

So, Liv had to get out of the car and check behind the car, but who would have thought that the stalled car actually started on its own and started running very fast without a driver. The most important thing is that the speeding car seemed to hit something

"Damn it, I don't have any money to fix the car anymore"

When Liv heard the crash, her car had stopped and quickly shut off.

Liv quickly rushed to the front of the car and checked the impact marks. The front hood was dented and the headlights were broken. It looked like it would cost at least a thousand dollars to repair.

"Oh damn it, what the hell did the car hit?"

Liv looked in the direction of the impact and saw a skeleton.

The air seemed to be quiet, and the weak street light allowed Liv to barely see the skeleton. The more she looked at it, the more frightened Liv felt in her heart. She was convinced that it was not a skeleton, but a homeless man who was as thin as a skeleton.

To be honest, Liv would rather she bumped into a wandering skeleton from a ghost story. That way, at least she wouldn't have to pay extra for the homeless man's treatment.

"Hey how are you"

Liv finally came to the front of the homeless man, squatted down and tried to check the homeless man's injuries. The next moment, Liv could not help but curse.

"Xie Te, you're not even wearing underwear."

Although she was cursing, Liv still took off her coat and covered the skinny guy. During this process, she inevitably saw something she shouldn't have seen, which made Liv couldn't help but spit in her heart.

“Are the skinny guys’ places that big?”

After covering the thin ghost with her coat, Liv reached out her hand to the thin ghost's face, trying to see if the thin ghost was still breathing, because there was no blood on the ground or on the thin ghost, and there was no sign of trauma.

However, before Liv could feel the thin ghost's breathing, the surrounding street lights suddenly dimmed.

"Zizi"

There were scattered sounds of electricity floating in the parking lot, and the sudden darkness made Liv grit her teeth.

"Is there a power outage or someone's prank? There is a hidden camera not far away, hey."

Liv murmured randomly to encourage herself, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a voice that sounded like a demon growling.

Accompanied by the demon's low roar, the sound of cracking in the ground was heard. Liv looked at her feet in panic. There were countless cracks on the asphalt road, and at the same time, there were lumps of earth, as if some creature was about to crawl out of the ground. .

"what"

Liv was really panicked. As soon as she screamed, she turned around and ran away in a hurry. After running two steps, she was tripped and fell to the ground by the thin guy lying down.

Crawling quickly, Liv tried her best to stay away from the crack. She only thought it was an earthquake, but did not pay attention to the devil's roar echoing in the air.

After running five or six more steps, Liv turned around and took a look. There was a big pit on the road that was smooth just now. She didn't know if it was because Liv was dazzled, but she seemed to see the miserable red color coming from the abyss through the pit. light.

"boom"

There was an explosion in the pit, and the fire shot out to a height of nearly ten meters. Liv never dared to look back. She ran away quickly, maybe this would make her feel safer.

But before she ran fifty meters, a yellow taxi stopped quickly in front of her. Liv was so frightened that she screamed. Fortunately, the sound was covered by the brakes of the taxi. .

Liv, who was panicking, saw a man getting out of the car. This man's golden hair was very messy and his face was full of stubble, but these two things couldn't hide his handsomeness. He was wearing a long beige windbreaker, white The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and the tie was tied loosely to his chest.

"Hello, what's wrong? Are you in trouble, dear?"

The man walked up to Liv and kept asking questions, which frightened Liv who had just experienced a series of horrific events.

"back off"

Liv yelled as she frantically searched for pepper spray in her backpack.

"Stand back and stay away from me."

Liv repeated this several times until she took out the pepper spray and she felt safe.

Liv pointed the spray at the blond man's face and expressed her thoughts to the blond man in a voice that she thought was very serious.

"back off"

"I'm John Constantine."

The blond man introduced himself and looked at Liv.

"With all due respect, you are holding the spray in your hand backwards."

"Shet."

Liv quickly adjusted the direction of the spray and pointed it at Constantine again.

Constantine could see Liv's fear, so he explained.

"I can swear that I am not hunting you."

"What?" Liv didn't understand what he meant. "What are you talking about? Who is hunting me?"

Constantine spread his hands, and Liv could see clearly that he still had a cigarette in his hand.

"It's not who is chasing you. You should ask me what is chasing you."

As he spoke, Constantine took two steps in Liv's direction.

Liv backed away hastily and kept saying words like "back off", which made Constantine a little impatient.

So Constantine simply stood there and explained to Liv as fast as he could.

"It is much easier to deny danger than to face it, but you must not make a mistake about who you are wary of. Without me, you will die in your own house tomorrow morning. If you don't believe it, we can give it a try."

Liv suddenly felt that the man in front of her was dangerous, as dangerous as a madman, because he was laughing and asserting that he would not survive tonight.

"Shut your mouth, I'm calling the police" Liv yelled.

Hearing Liv's words, Constantine shrugged helplessly, reached out and took out a business card from his windbreaker pocket, and handed the card to Liv.

"If you are determined to contact the police, then you can find me through this, of course, you can also come to me, but you have to survive until tomorrow."

After hearing what Constantine said, Liv was a little confused, but she still took the business card and took a look at its contents.

"Master of the Dark Arts"

Liv said aloud while looking at Constantine in confusion.

Constantine didn't seem to like this introduction. He passed Liv directly and walked towards the large pit where the flames were still burning not far away.

Seeing that he was no longer paying attention to her, Liv quickly turned around and ran away.

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nbsp;Constantine ignored Liv who was leaving and just curled his lips.

"I'm going to reprint some business cards."

While muttering, Constantine walked into the deep pit. The pit was ten meters in diameter and more than three meters deep. The pit was filled with gravel and the remains of telephone poles. But these were not important. What was important was that there were scattered burning objects in the pit. The flames exuded a strong smell of sulfur, which was so strong that it made Constantine gag.

Although he felt sick, Constantine still breathed heavily. He was trying to identify the identity of the demon who created the pit through the remaining smell.

But he failed. The smell was just the smell of the air in hell and did not prove the identity of the devil.

Before Constantine could investigate further, a sound of wind and a black shadow like a bird flying passed by.

Constantine became vigilant. The creatures that haunted a place full of the smell of hell were definitely not friendly creatures.

"No matter who you are, I'm not easy to deal with."

Constantine shouted while turning his head.

"I'm Constantine. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

"boom"

As soon as he finished speaking, something landed. The airflow caused by the thing landing carried dust and rushed towards Constantine. Constantine covered his face with a windbreaker in embarrassment to prevent the dust from rushing into his eyes.

When Constantine looked ahead again, he breathed a sigh of relief. Standing in front of him was a dark-skinned man with a pair of huge silver wings behind him. At this time, his wings were slowly closing until they disappeared. Behind the black man.

This is an angel.

"You shouldn't be here," the angel began.

Constantine replied softly with no expression on his face.

"You are the one who shouldn't be here. Why, do you still want to see the handiwork you do here?"

"I didn't do this." The angel explained, and then the angel asked Constantine.

"You are Constantine. You haven't appeared for a long time. What made you come back to the world, bastard?"

Constantine hesitated for a moment and finally gave an answer.

"It's a young girl. My old friend asked me to protect her."

"It should be said that it is a dead friend"

The black man interrupted Constantine, looking a little serious.

Constantine waved his hands indifferently and said.

"My friend did occupy a corpse, so I didn't want to get involved with it, but his words got me interested, so I decided to do him a favor. By the way, I don't know who you are yet."

"You can call me Manny."

The black angel marveled in his heart at how quickly Constantine changed the subject. Thinking of this man's resume, the black man spoke.

"Someone asked me to look after you."

"Care"

Constantine didn't like this explanation.

"No offense, Mr. Guard, I have no idea of ​​living with angels. It would tarnish my reputation."

"Mental hospitals can also tarnish your reputation"

Hearing the word mental hospital, Constantine turned around and planned to leave. Manny could feel Constantine's pain at this moment, so he came to Constantine and held Constantine's shoulders.

"You are in pain. You have sent a girl to hell with your soul. I can't change that, but I can ease your pain."

"Take your hands off my shoulders"

There was a tremor in Constantine's voice, and anyone with a low emotional intelligence could hear the struggle in his heart, but he just took Manny's hand away from his shoulder, and then said something frivolously.

"Go relieve other people's pain, I don't need it."

"No, you need to, because you have lost so much."

"roll"

Constantine cursed, but the angel was not angry and just stared at Constantine quietly.

"You have been inactive for two years. Now the devil's temptations are becoming more and more obvious. People are panicking everywhere now. People can feel what is about to happen, and you may not be able to handle those things."

Constantine was stunned for a moment.

"Wait, what's about to happen"

Just when Constantine asked for an answer, a piercing siren sounded nearby. The angel quickly spread its wings and disappeared into the air in a blink of an eye. Only Constantine was left, sprayed by the dust kicked up by the angel's wings. Face.

"You haven't answered me yet, what is going to happen?" Constantine shouted in vain, he wanted to know the answer to this question very much.

But no one paid attention to his question, so he had to climb out of the hole in vain. Just when he was about to go home, Constantine suddenly saw a skeleton in the distance.

Constantine looked at the skeleton, and then walked towards it. The fire left in the hole was too bright. Constantine's attention was attracted by the smell of hell, so he did not find this corpse that was even weirder than the smell of hell.

.

"It smells a little like devil and a little bit like angel. Both smells are very ancient."

Constantine sniffed lightly and came to a conclusion.

"A strange corpse that appears along with hell has some research value."

So Constantine planned to take the corpse back to the House of Everything, but when he stretched out his hand, the corpse actually spoke.

"Devil, smell of devil, smell of damn devil"

Hearing this voice, Constantine took two steps back suddenly and stretched his hands towards the speaking corpse.

"Go to the Holy Cross again and tell me who you are, who you are" Constantine shouted.

As if hearing Constantine's words, the skeleton-like man on the ground hesitated for a moment. After a moment, Constantine heard an extremely ancient and hoarse voice.

"I am Dante, Dante Nefilim. I was a legend. I started out by picking up the sword, becoming a warrior, a hero, a legend, and a demigod. Until I was defeated by the Demon of Demons and his Besieged by minions and eventually banished to eternal purgatory, I must survive, I still have hope."

"Yes, yes" Constantine put down his hand and stepped towards Dante. "You have hope, of course you have hope"

As Constantine spoke, he raised his leg and kicked Dante on the head. This kick was so powerful that it knocked the newly awakened Dante into unconsciousness again.

Immediately afterwards, Constantine took out his belt, tied Dante's body with the belt, and stretched out his hands to carry Dante behind his back.

"An ancient, always struggling in purgatory, with the scent of demons and angels, a former strong man"

Constantine smiled extremely evilly.

"Such a corpse is worth thousands of souls, not to mention that he is still alive."