I, the crooked way in the American manga

Chapter 3 Constantine
Constantine, an exorcist who had learned black magic when he was young and almost killed his father, DC's famous face sexist, a guy with no lower limit.

He had committed suicide a few years earlier.

According to the teachings in the Bible, suicide cannot go to heaven, only to hell.

But the problem is that the demons in hell, almost all those who sneak out and come to the world are sent down by him.

If he died and went to hell, it would be equivalent to a policeman in a cage where half the prisoners were his enemies.

After he goes to hell, those demons will tear him alive.

In order not to let such a bad thing happen, he has been working hard to go to heaven all these years, and he has worked harder to exorcise demons.

He is a very purposeful person.

He appears in a certain place, it must be because he can get benefits from a certain place, or be entrusted.

Both of these are not good things for Zhao Song.

What Zhao Song wanted was a stable social environment.

Stable collection of believers, incense, complete the opening of treasure chests, and learn Taoism achievements.

Constantine brings no disaster.

He is the raven and herald before the disaster comes.

Since he gave his life to Heaven, he has offended at least two-thirds of the demons, and almost all the demon kings!

This man is hated by gods and ghosts.

His teammates have also died and withered over the years.

There is no teammate who can't kill him!

It is not a good thing to be a friend or an enemy with him.

Zhao Song glanced at Constantine, then moved his eyes away, went to the other side of the bar, ignored the succubus approaching, and took out a thermos from his sleeve.

He unscrewed the thermos and took a sip, which contained wolfberry chrysanthemum tea with rock sugar.

The taste is very good.

The bartender looked at the weirdo, shrugged and left.

"Who is he?"

As soon as Constantine came in from Zhao Song, he saw Zhao Song.

It's because the style of clothes this person is wearing is so out of tune with this place that it's hard for people not to notice.

"Zhao Song, the master of the gymnasium from the east."

Next to him is an intelligence broker on the magic side.

"How is his strength?"

Konstantin's head turned gray from the news that he was about to be exorcised.

He came to New York to find allies.

The world is getting worse and worse.

He noticed that the world had already begun to rise in darkness.

The rise of darkness on the magic side can be understood as the revival of aura in the American manga version.

However, the revived aura is directed to those evil creatures.

Whether it is a demon from hell or a lingering warlock left in the world, their strength has begun to become stronger under the rise of darkness.

The usual third-rate characters have all become extremely troublesome under the recovery of darkness.

At the same time, the demons from hell are more active.

The barrier between humans and demons has also become thinner due to the rise of darkness.

There are more and stronger demons crawling out of hell to do harm to the world.

That's not the point, remember what I said earlier?Half of these demons were sent back by Constantine.

The first thing they do when they come back is to take revenge!
He needs some allies to fight the dark rise.

But neither the angel nor the half-blood angel will help him. In their words, "these are God's arrangements."

Constantine can only come to find some warlocks, exorcists to help him.

The problem was that he had just scumbed his ex-girlfriend, if that was an ex-girlfriend.

He just fucked his ex-girlfriend Zatanna, and Zatanna said that if she saw Constantine again, she would wring Constantine's head off and stuff it in his ass.

Zatanna is not kidding, she walks the talk.

He could only come to New York and ask for help.

"Strength? He didn't show his strength. You know, Orientals are always restrained. They won't show their strength."

said the intelligence broker.

Constantine continued to ask about Zhao Song's background.

Seeing that his boss was interested in Zhao Songgan, the information broker said, "He opened a gymnasium in Faradays and gathered a group of people.

These people changed their beliefs for this oriental man, and those who have faith will have their souls stamped.

Originally, these people would sell their souls for money, but Balthazar relied on money to collect souls.

Now their souls took the shape of this Oriental.

He delayed Balthazar's taking souls from the Lord of Hell.

Balthazar is the biggest demon-like leader in New York, and his position has been challenged by the oriental man.

Today is the day for Balthazar to negotiate with this Eastern Grandmaster.

The master blocked his way of making money, and he was in a hurry.

If his behavior displeased his boss, his boss would kill him at any moment. "

Constantine knew it.

The Grandmaster, the enemy of the devil.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend!
He lit a cigarette, stood up resolutely and approached Zhao Song.

He wanted to sit down on the empty seat next to Zhao Song, but as soon as he sat down, Zhao Song left the place before he could speak.

"Hey buddy, I'm here for you."

Constantine had to turn around and say.

Zhao Song said without turning his head, "I have nothing to say to you, John."

Konstantin was not angry, he was not at all surprised that someone knew him.

He is a well-known figure in the wizarding world.

The famous broom star.

There is nothing strange about being recognized.

He stood up again, when he was about to pester Zhao Song again.

A voice came over, very annoying.

"Oh oh oh, let's see who this is, isn't this the famous John Constantine?

Look at him now, he really looks like a lost dog.

I heard that the demon kings in hell are discussing and have already offered a reward for your soul.

When the time comes, your soul will surely become the plaything of the Lord of Hell, John, your time is numbered. "

A guy in a patterned suit and rose tie walked in through the door. He saw Constantine and laughed at him mercilessly.

It seems that everyone knows that Constantine's situation is not good.

Zhao Song looked at the hybrid demon, looking at his scarlet eyes.

This person is his opponent this time.

The devil's advocate from hell, Balthazar.

Constantine saw this guy pretending to be an entrepreneur and wanted to punch his teeth.

But he can't.

This is the bar at midnight, if you do something here, you will have to bear the joint attack of Father Midnight, demons, vampires and others.

It's okay to say one or two, but he can't handle too many enemies.

"Bastard, I'm coming to kill you."

Constantine said, he handed a business card to Zhao Song, turned and left the bar.

He got the information he wanted, and it was useless to stay here.

What's more, half of the people in the small area of ​​this bar hate him, and the other half don't like him.

When he stays here, he always feels like a needle is on his back.

Zhao Song watched Constantine leave, dropped his business card, and looked at Balthazar.

Balthazar played with the coins and said, "Let's go, it's too noisy here, let's go to the boss's office and talk."

The sound insulation of the boss's office is very good, the floor is covered with thick wool carpets, and behind a wide desk sits the world's most famous voodoo master, Midnight.

A black man, a voodoo master.

He's wearing a hat, a red suit, smoking a cigar, and there's a skull on top of his desk.

That is his sister.

His sister was dead, it was his sister's skull.

Her sister can communicate with her brother through this skull, telling him about hell.

Seeing them coming in, Midnight stretched out his black hand.

"You can do it yourself."

He said.

Balthazar looked at Zhao Song and said threateningly: "We want you to give up your ridiculous gym, Grandmaster, otherwise, we will choose to pull out you and your gym.

You know we have that ability. "

……

In the office, Balthazar continued to threaten Zhao Song.

The door above the bar opened, and a woman came down the stairwell. She had a hot figure and wore a pair of glasses.

"What is it?"

The strong man guarding the gate still took out a tarot card.

"The Hanged Man."

said the woman.

The strong man got out of the way, and the beautiful agent walked into the bar.

Even if she had expected it, she almost lost her mind when she saw the magical creatures in this room.

The drunken vampire bared his fangs, and his scarlet eyes couldn't even be hidden by the light.

The lying hybrid demon showed his horns at some point, opened his mouth, and cursed the half-blooded angels.

As for the half-blood angels, they sat quietly on the bar, talking in twos and threes.

This world has opened up a new side to this beautiful agent.

Peggy Carter's niece, S.H.I.E.L.D. administrator, Agent No. 13, Sharon Carter, came to the bar pretending nothing had happened, her eyes swept over everyone here.

The special glasses she wears will scan the faces of these people to the director's computer.

She somewhat understood what the director said.

If there was a so-called potion of immortality that could bring her aunt Peggy Carter back to life, it might be here.

She ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar.

Her eyes also fell on the only door here. If she guessed correctly, behind this door is the owner's office of this bar.

It seemed that she was going to make some noise and open the door of the boss's office.

She took a sip of her glass of wine, calculating how to open the door without revealing herself.

(End of this chapter)