Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 530 The Wings Become Fine (Second Change of Guarantee)
Midnight.

Mark literally gasped when he saw John Constantine.

Good guy.

Did he become a human?

Mark frowned involuntarily and looked at Constantine, who was obviously in a trance, and whispered to Maizi next to him: "We still need him to open the gate of the underworld, but we don't want you to kill him."

Maizi still smiled and said: "I was satisfied at the fourth time, he insisted on serving me."

Mark's face darkened even more.

serve?

Are you sure you used the right word?

Looking at the opposite side, Mark, the hell detective who was paralyzed in his seat, shook his head.

Let Constantine communicate with the underworld in this state?
Can you communicate successfully?
Mark was deeply skeptical.

After half an hour.

In the woods less than ten kilometers away from the town.

Constantine, who was wearing a small red tie, looked up at Mark from his homework and said, "Okay, the pentagram that communicates with the gate of the underworld."

Mark was silent.

This is no longer just a word of humiliation to describe it.

This is Chi Guoguo stepping on his face.

Even his exclusive pentagram was used directly.

Even if a Lucifer Mark appeared, he could no longer feel the slightest surprise.

Paused.

Mark glanced at Constantine and said, "Let's get started. When I finish packing up the counterfeit goods here, I will satisfy you. Life and death are the greatest laws. How can a mere winged birdman have the right to override the palace of the underworld?" On top of that, thanks to you, you still claim to be cheating the hell."

Maizi next to him hesitated to speak.

after all.

Calling the bird with wings seems to have scolded someone himself.

Constantine didn't speak.

The myth of this world is like this, what can he do?
Mark didn't bother to say anything more.

Taking Maizi back a few steps directly left room for Constantine to play.

Subsequently.

Constantine is like performing a reality show in front of Mark and Maizi.

Mark watched with a play on his face.

Maizi watched with relish.

quite a while.

Boom!

The pentagram array with candles lit at the corner suddenly lit up.

A demon with horns and many barbed tails appeared in the pentagram circle.

Behind the demon is the looming black door.

The devil looked at Constantine in his sight stretching his body and said defiantly: "Ah, Constantine..."

The devil dagger in Maizi's hand flashed coldly.

Plop twice.

The devil's head with a cool appearance rolled to Constantine's feet.

Mark smiled slightly.

The figure flitted across and took the wheat and blasted into the gate of the underworld that seemed to be aware of something that was closing rapidly.

Bang!
The figures of Mark and Maizi disappeared immediately.

The pentagram law also dimmed immediately.

Constantine stared at the demon that turned into black mist at his feet.

half a second.

Constantine took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it for himself. With a classic and charming London accent, he said, "I'm sorry Kaqiqi, your debt... No, it's your debt from the underworld. Pay it back."

Done.

Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up at the shade of the trees covering the sky.

The taste in your heart?
very subtle.

There has never been a heaven but only the underworld?

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Constantine's mouth.

He knew it.

How could there be dark-skinned angels in heaven.

Typical impostor.

Think about it.

Constantine tore off the cross from his arms and threw it into the grass without even looking at it. With this hand in his hand, he walked out of the woods.

I can't stay here anymore, go to Star City, it's time to find an old friend to help introduce a job.

Constantine thought so.

what?
Exorcism?

Stop it.

The heaven and the underworld here are about to explode, and exorcism?Are you out of your mind?

Chu Chu Chu!
Constantine drove the car towards Star City without looking back.

……

bang.

Mark looked up at the decaying sky above his head and the ashes filling the air, and his mood was not beautiful.

"If you want to imitate, you can imitate the real thing. When did my underworld make the entrance and exit so stingy? Is this width three feet two?"

Mark grumbled inwardly.

When his eyes fell on the locked wooden door, he didn't even feel like complaining.

Let's say that.

The underworld here and the underworld in Mark's memory are completely the difference between the heaven and earth and the country house.

It's not that the place of detention is wrong.

But...

The devil itself is a native product of the underworld, why don't you set up a prison to lock them up?
Brain pumped?
Mark waved away the endless ashes that wanted to corrode him and frowned, "Get back... the first thing to do is to summon my army of fallen angels. I want to see how Lucifer is. Not here is the Son of the Lord."

Thinking of this, Mark became even more angry.

Old Louis was not like Angelista.

Although Mark didn't like the old Louis.

But mother Angliss is different.

At least.

Angliss gave him a maternal love that the original world did not have.

So Mark approves of Angliss.

But here choreograph your own Jehovah?
Ha ha.

It doesn't matter if he arranges it, but dare to arrange it with Angliss?
Mark wants the Lord here to become his own urinal.

Boom!

The black light suddenly appeared.

All over Mark's body.

The dark palace of the underworld above the sea of ​​gods blazed brightly.

Even Jiumei, who was picking apples from a certain planet in her pocket universe, stopped and blinked.

quite a while.

Mark's face was dark and deep.

Good guy.

Is this playing hide and seek with yourself?
When he was outside, Mark felt that his angel wings were in the underworld.

Wait until he reaches the underworld.

His angel wings had gone outside.

Very naughty.

Roar!
hold head high!
boom!
At the moment Mark released his aura, the ugly creatures in this simple underworld made their own roars and rushed towards Mark crazily.

Looking at the billowing smoke and dust in the distance, it looks like an all-out attack.

"Wheat." Mark said lightly to Maizi without blinking his eyes: "It's all gone."

This ugly and old-fashioned demon is simply discrediting his underworld.

The average appearance level of creatures in the underworld was around [-] from the very beginning.

The man is handsome.

Feminine charm.

Which of the demons who went out to the subordinate planets of the underworld didn't dress up first.

These ugly demons in front of us are only worthy of remanufacturing.

Mark ordered.

The wheat moves immediately.

In an instant.

The wheat seemed to be submerged by the billowing smoke and dust.

only?

Are Sea of ​​Demons tactics useful for an orthodox Underworld CEO?
quite a while.

Mark crossed the mountain of corpses piled up by demons and looked at Maizi standing on the top licking the demon's dagger and said with a smile: "This is my CEO."

Maizi retracted the dagger and said, "Your wings are not here."

"I know."

Mark put his hands in his pockets, looked at one place and said, "The wings are fine, I'm thinking about whether to braise them in brown sauce, fry them or... steam them!"

wheat:"……"

(End of this chapter)