Dark Savages Come To the United States

Constantine's words are tempting.

But Midnight, the voodoo wizard, was not a fool who would be easily persuaded by Constantine.

This guy is black from face to heart.

Especially the hands, which were blacker than Constantine's hands, and the black ones were starting to turn green.

Voodoo, or voodoo, from which voodoo originates, is of course not evil, the word voodoo refers to spirits.

Good and universal ancestor worship and nature worship.

Voodoo and voodoo were not completely changed until the poor ones were sent to the big ship to America.

But this kind of origin has not many people will care about it.

Because Voodoo has long ushered in a strong man, a strong man who is enough to rival the Supreme Mage.

So at this time, Midnight faced Constantine, but his eyes flickered a little.

Midnight is not afraid of Constantine. If Constantine's head is really useful, he will not form the slightest cooperative relationship with Constantine.

Bad luck is sometimes really contagious.

And the biggest rely on midnight is! Jericho Drum!

Doctor Voodoo!

Unfortunately, Midnight is his brother. ①

This is also an important reason why Midnight dares to remain neutral in the world.

Neither heaven nor **** wants to provoke a strong man comparable to the Supreme Mage.

Even the strong man squatted at home when he was studying.

It was as if that powerful guy in Setorak had not been actively provoked. Even the original **** monarchs were cautious when facing Cytorak.

"John, I think you want to taste the bad breath of a revived corpse."

Midnight stared at a pair of eyes, and once again a dark green light began to emerge from his hands.

Although Midnight is not powerful and unstoppable, he is still much stronger than Constantine in battle.

Constantine looked at the midnight in front of him, and then ripped off his shirt.

"Come on, brother. Put your mark on me!"

Constantine's tone made the veins on Midnight's forehead jump.

This thing is so disgusting!

But he is really capable.

"What do you use to guarantee my income? John? Is it because of the dry road you've been traversed by people who don't know how many?"

As Midnight spoke, a series of strange sounds came out of his mouth.

Cold sweat immediately appeared on Constantine's head.

This is the movement of summoning the revived corpse.

"Hey hey hey! What are you going to do? Although I don't mind being passive, I do mind that the active party is a corpse. Will the thing that revived the corpse really not break in my body?"

Constantine's hand quietly clasped the finger tiger that he used to.

This thing has been completely new since he asked Rasuk for help.

The four letters F`U`C`K are engraved on the front end.

The Bible verses above were all wiped out by Rasuk, and by the way, the attribute of divine damage was attached.

This thing works pretty well now, at least better than a wand.

If Karasim's chosen reincarnation object is Constantine, then he can use his iron fist to convince those who interfere with mankind.

It's a pity that it can't be replaced, so there is no way.

"Seriously, if you're going to watch a big show, please let me take out my treasured cigarettes first."

Constantine stared, staring at the midnight in front of him.

He was just talking, and Constantine, who had no bottom line, didn't plan to have anything to do with the voodoo corpse.

The finger tiger on the fist has begun to exude a divine radiance.

"This is the power you got? You chose the angel?"

In the middle of the night, he poured the wine in his hand into his mouth, and then crunched the ice cube.

Constantine showed a charming smile: "Are you going to try it yourself? That's a real honor."

"Ow!"

A reincarnated corpse, which the voodoo magicians called infinite power, rushed directly up.

This thing is more than enough to kill a Balza.

Just a demon of that level, Balza might be the last one alive, although not as good as dead.

"Bang~hoo~"

Constantine made a standard uppercut, and after making a punching sound, the body of the revived corpse immediately began to burn.

The soul floated out of the sewn mouth of the corpse and disappeared all the way up.

"Is this the power of heaven? Now I'm interested in hearing about specific things from you."

Midnight is not at all angry about losing a revived corpse.

Having now seen Constantine's power, he chose to do as usual.

As a less trusted ally, Midnight is professional.

It's as natural as Constantine walking into a **** bar.

Constantine smiled and did not say something like "this is the power of the savages".

Got in at midnight.

Then Doctor Voodoo won't be far away.

Midnight was sacrificed. As a sacrifice for summoning a supreme mage-level powerhouse, Midnight was too good.

Constantine wasn't sure if he had left anything like hair that was used by Doctor Voodoo as a medium for a curse.

But he was ready.

With Auriel's mark on his arm, he is now covered with hope.

If someone can break through the protection of hope and curse him, then he will recognize it.

"Don't say you don't know when the angels came before."

Constantine turned sideways and took a boxing stance.

Obviously he didn't intend to give up the fight just like that.

This kind of posture that the front hand hangs down at the waist and flashes back and forth, and the back hand protects the chin was specially learned by Constantine from a boxing trainer. What is it called Detroit.

It is said to be useful.

This is also the first time he has tried to use this stance to fight.

Somewhat nondescript.

But apparently someone has taken it seriously.

The coach obviously didn't teach this guy Constantine carefully.

Because this stance has extremely high requirements on physical conditions.

Being tall is the first step, and to be effective, you also need a pair of long enough arms and strong shoulders.

The jab is a good technique, but that's how it was for Constantine.

Congenital deficiencies are not very easy to make up for.

Midnight looked blankly at Constantine's front hand constantly shaking and provoking, and turned around directly.

A large group of newly awakened corpses have appeared in Constantine's sight.

"No matter how powerful a weapon you get, it can't hide the fact that you are a weak chicken, John." Midnight turned his back to Constantine and said, "Your physical strength cannot support you to continue fighting, and here is me There is no end to such things as revival corpses.”

Constantine put away his posture and laughed.

"Are you going to hell? I think you'll like that electric chair."

Constantine taunted midnight.

This voodoo warlock will not honestly believe him, and will definitely find specific information on his own.

that's enough.

Doctor Voodoo immediately had a reason to go out and fight.

And he, Constantine, will throw himself into the arms of hope and become a vanguard against evil.

As long as Prius doesn't object...

...

"Who are you!"

Peggy Carter wore a white coat and faced Dr. Stern in front of him.

His face was not good-looking at all.

Although she looks young now.

It's just that no matter who finds out that the only human guy in front of him only knows how to drink coffee, it won't feel very good.

Dr. Stern's silence fell to Agent Carter's eyes like a provocation.

"Where is this?"

Agent Carter asked again, this time only for Dr. Stern's wide, blank eyes.

While testing Dr. Stern in front of her, she felt the difference in her body.

The surging power made her a little uneasy.

There is no good-hearted person in this world who will help a dying person to live and then leave it alone.

Hydra will make good use of those who have been transformed, and there is no reason for the guy who operated on her to disappear.

Agent Carter had to keep thinking in his head.

[Why did Coulson hold me hostage? Haven't SHIELD found out yet? what happened to me? What to do now? 】

A series of questions turned into bubbles that flew out of Agent Kurt's head.

Dr. Stern was still drinking coffee in silence, not even glancing at Carter.

After being lobotomized, Dr. Stern still knows it's a miracle that he drinks coffee.

Generally speaking, there is not much difference between a person who has undergone this operation and a vegetative person.

"Is there a phone here?"

Agent Carter hasn't given up on getting the news from Dr. Stern.

Although she had already scanned her surroundings when she asked.

But the worst thing is that there is not even a landline in this place.

Suddenly, there was a burst of sound, and there was a picture on the only monitor that was still in good condition not far away.

"Ms. Peggy Carter, I want to play a game with you."

Mordock's big face appeared above.

Peggy Carter frowned and looked at the picture with a displeased expression.

"I've seen Chainsaw, and you don't imitate it at all~www.NovelMTL.com~ Peggy Carter sneered mercilessly, and there was a bit of contempt on his face.

"You and Dr. Stern are both in this place now, and in the end only one will survive. Now, great Agent Carter, as the best spy ever, would you like to prove to me that you are righteous?"

Mordock's voice didn't stop at all.

At this point, Agent Carter also confirmed that the picture in front of him was just a pre-recorded video.

"If you can be the lucky one, I will find a way to visit you in the next time and solve your lifespan problem by the way.

As for whether you have this opportunity, I'm not sure. But I think you will thank me. "

Mordok's influence finished speaking, and then disappeared.

Peggy Carter felt the corners of his eyes twitch.

This kind of task requirement is too general, and she doubts whether Mordock's top is enough to do it.