American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

America, Washington State.

On a mountain road in the Cascade region, a black sedan was slowly heading towards the town of Bright Falls.

Pleasant jazz music filled the car as Grant Ward, a HYDRA agent, drove while excitedly acting like a little fanboy of Constantine.

“Mr. Constantine, I didn't expect to be able to investigate this case with you this time, haha. I often hear your name mentioned in S.H.I.E.L.D. They say…”

This was his first mission after recovering from his injuries, and also a chance to get close to and observe Constantine.

“Is that so…”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Constantine nonchalantly smoked a cigarette, letting the cold wind blow on his right arm resting on the open window.

The reason he chose to accept this commission wasn't for the mere $200,000, but because a strong calling was urging him in his ear every day, telling him to go to Bright Falls.

You know, every time after picking up girls, when exercising, there's always a voice chattering in your ear, which seriously interfered with Constantine's life, making him extremely annoyed!

In order to get rid of the interference of this voice and return to a normal life as soon as possible, Hellblazer Constantine had no choice but to accept this commission and go to Bright Falls.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt the car slow down.

Grant apologized, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and ahead, two police officers walked over quickly and knocked on Grant's window.

“Sir, please show me your driver's license.”

“Officer, what happened ahead?”

Placing his hands in a position visible to the officer, Grant handed him his license, looking puzzled.

Several police cars were parked on the road ahead, and something seemed to have happened, making the officers look very serious.

After checking and finding nothing wrong, the black police officer raised his hand to return the driver's license to Grant, staring at Constantine for a long while before replying.

“It's nothing, just a normal traffic accident.” He then asked: “What are you two doing here from New York State?”

As a seasoned agent, Grant could come up with a lie without hesitation, he smiled slightly, acting like an ordinary tourist.

“My friend and I are on a road trip, and we heard that there's a Reindeer Festival in a nearby town, so we came to see it out of curiosity…”

“I see.”

The Reindeer Festival is held in Bright Falls every year and attracts a large number of tourists.

As a police officer from Bright Falls, his expression softened a lot, he took a step back, waved his hand to signal them to leave, and offered his blessings.

“Gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant time.”

“Thank you.”

Turning the steering wheel, Grant slowly drove away.

Both sides of the road were lined with trees, and the humidity at night was high, raising a faint mist under the light of the car.

The further they drove, the more they felt the remoteness and silence here, not even a trace of wind or insect chirping could be heard, as if driving on a road leading to death.

Looking at the unchanging scenery, Grant Ward suddenly felt a burst of sleepiness, an unprecedented fatigue, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and for a moment, he felt he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Just for a moment.

Bang!

The car suddenly shook.

Grant's sleepiness vanished completely, he slammed on the brakes, woke up, and shouted.

“What happened?”

“……”

Without saying a word, Constantine was the first to push the door open and get out of the car. The front bumper of the car was slightly dented inward, and under the light of the car, a man was lying quietly on the ground, bleeding.

He tentatively put his finger under the man's nose, then pressed his pulse, and Constantine said to Grant, who got out of the car, without turning his head.

“He's dead.”

Hearing this, Grant's face darkened, and he walked over calmly.

“Constantine, don't worry, I'll take full responsibility for this. I'll call S.H.I.E.L.D. now to report the current situation…”

Buzz~

The car's headlights suddenly flickered and went out.

The eyes were pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

The headlights did not turn on, the mountain road was eerily silent, Grant maintained his standing position and asked in a low voice.

“Constantine?”

Without waiting for Constantine's reply, only the faint glow of a cigarette flickered in the darkness, which made Grant feel a lot more at ease. He took out his phone and was about to turn on the light.

Buzz~

The headlights flickered, then suddenly turned on again.

“He's gone.”

At that moment, Constantine's voice suddenly sounded. Grant stepped forward two steps and looked down.

【Emotional value from Grant Ward +1323】

The person on the ground… disappeared!

“Interesting…”

Putting his hand on the ground where the person disappeared, Constantine closed his eyes as if sensing something.

He stood up again and looked around, as if he suddenly noticed something, he took out a compass from his pocket and followed the direction indicated by the compass, jumping down from the side of the road ahead.

Step.

There was an open space below the road, and further ahead was a suspension bridge. Behind the suspension bridge, a wooden house with lights could be seen, and a lighthouse was built in the distance.

Grant had many questions in his mind, but he knew when to speak and when not to.

Following Constantine's footsteps forward, the two soon arrived at the suspension bridge.

The compass needle suddenly stopped spinning, and in front of the direction the needle was pointing, a man exuding black energy was walking towards them with an axe in his hand.

The moment he saw his face, Grant recognized that the other party was the person who had been… killed by the car!

He wasn't dead, and he ran so far?

Taking out his gun, Grant was puzzled, and the black energy surrounding the other party made him even more vigilant.

The guy had a ferocious look on his face, and when he saw them, it was as if he saw his father's killer, and he rushed over with the axe regardless.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots hit the other party, and the black aura splashed with ripples. The power of the bullets was blocked by the black aura, and they fell to the ground one after another.

“Constantine, be careful! This guy is not an ordinary person…”

Boom!

A magical flame flashed in the night, and the axe man who rushed over staggered and knelt at Constantine's feet.

With a casual swipe of his knife across his neck, Constantine turned his face and asked strangely.

“What did you say?”

“……”

Seeing with his own eyes the axe man disappear into black ashes in an unscientific way, Grant opened his mouth and subconsciously looked at his pistol awkwardly.

“N-nothing…”

Putting away the obsidian dagger, Constantine looked at the wooden house across the suspension bridge.

“Let's go, let's go take a look there.”

“Okay.”

The two came to the wooden house and searched inside. The things here were simple and nothing special.

Curiously turning on the only old-fashioned television in the house, it showed an eye that kept blinking, and the words spoken were like a curse.

“#%$#@@……”

Not interested in listening to this guy's voice, Grant reached out and pressed the power button.

“#%$#@@……”

The screen was still lit, unaffected.

Frowning, Grant walked around the television, and thinking of the method taught by Li Ang, he yanked out the power cord.

Ka.

The screen went black first, then lit up.

“#%$#@@……”

The voice on the television was like a mockery, cursing even more vigorously.

“Fuck, why doesn't it work?”

“I'll do it!”

Walking over in strides, Constantine disdainfully picked up the television and threw it on the ground.

Bang!

In a burst of shattering sounds, the television struggled to flash a few sparks.

Finally, it was quiet.