American comic world demon hunter

"Hey"

Colson interrupted Constantine's words. He put his hands on the table and looked at Constantine, his eyes full of doubts and heaviness.

"Dante, Constantine" he said loudly: "My original purpose was just to ask about the conditions for opening the door to hell, why I just seemed to have heard something more terrifying, what is the dark power, except in Brother Apart from the devil who opened the gate to hell, are there any other devils who treat the earth as their meal?"

Colson's expression looked extremely gloomy. He stared at Constantine closely, solemnly looking forward to Constantine's answer.

Constantine thought for a moment.

"So you just want to know the news about the Gate of Hell. This thing cannot be explained in one or two sentences. There are at least a thousand ways for the devils to open the Gate of Hell. As long as there are enough souls sacrificed, Hell will be destroyed. The door can be opened at any time, but no matter what the sacrifice is, there must be a powerful demon, at least a demon lord, to preside over it."

"Actually, I want to know more about the dark power now. After all, the gate to hell has been blocked by Dante, and the dark power is likely to destroy the world in the future."

Colson glanced helplessly at the inconspicuous Constantine. This magician was really too unorthodox.

Unexpectedly, Constantine seemed not to hear Colson's words. He sat back on the sofa leisurely, picked up the liquor next to him and poured it into his mouth. Then he looked at Dante.

"Dante, it seems that the guy who presides over the Gate of Hell in Gotham is the Demonic Heart. I can't help you. I have to stay in Atlanta to guard the House of Everything. There are too many demons suppressed there. Now the dark forces are gradually awakening. If I stay out there for too long and something happens to the Wanshiwu House, the whole earth may be doomed."

After Constantine said these words with regret, he took another sip of wine into his mouth, as if he was really drinking to drown his sorrows. In fact, what Constantine said was true or false, when you think you When you see through it, maybe you have been deceived by him.

So, Dante smiled freely and said.

"It's okay, I will find a way to deal with him. He is just a witch demon. I have a way to deal with it. One day, my sword can even cut off Mephisto's head."

"I admire your courage. There are too many people who threaten to kill Mephisto, but Mephisto is still alive and well."

Constantine shook his head and mocked, and his tone made Dante frown impatiently.

"I am Dante. No matter in the past or present, I will be the strongest demon hunter. Any demon is just my prey. Some prey are more ordinary. I give them a happy life, and the Witch Heart Demon and Mephisto are like The prey is stronger, so they can only die a little more painfully, after all, I have to chop for a long time."

Dante said emphatically that he was very confident in this because his power was increasing every moment.

Mephisto is an ordinary demon at best. Dante is not as good as him now, but not forever.

The two people's casual chat made Coulson's eyes widen like light bulbs.

"Can you answer my question, what is the dark force? Our Aegis has been guarding the world. We have always fought against all supernatural forces that may destroy the earth. Now the earth is facing threats from two different hells. Shouldn’t we work together?”

Coulson solemnly expressed his opinion, but his opinion earned Dante's contempt.

"Coulson"

As Dante spoke, he shook his legs on the table, his eyes full of mockery.

"I really admire your great concept of SHIELD, but the threat of hell is really not something you can participate in. You can't even deal with that little hungry devil just now."

"That's because we are not prepared enough. As long as we are given enough preparation time, SHIELD has the ability to withstand any crisis."

"What you said seems familiar." Dante stretched out his little finger to pick out his ears. His new apprentice who called himself Batman always repeated this sentence in his ears, but Bruce had the qualification to say this because he was standing behind him. Although he is his master, Dante will never stand behind S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Dante" Colson interrupted Dante's recollection. He said in the most sincere tone: "I don't want to just hide behind you when the crisis comes. We live on the earth, and we are the masters of the earth. Likewise, We are children of the earth. Even if the power of us mortals seems very low to you, I believe that as long as we know enough and work hard enough, we will definitely be able to find the devil's weaknesses, and we can help you. I hope You trust me”

"Since you said so, I also hope you can trust me and Constantine. You mortals are not even the opponents of the real devil. Even if you think your weapons are powerful, you are still just the prey of the big devil. , the real demon is not the defective product that you have seen and killed, and can be hurt by your bullets and cannonballs."

"Your long sword can definitely hurt demons. As long as we analyze the material of the long sword, we can make more weapons like this to deal with the hell guys."

"Ha" after hearing Colson's words, Dante suddenly sneered: "You actually want to copy my rebellion."

Dante said disdainfully, he pulled out the rebel and put the sword on the table.

"Come on, confident Coulson, come here and pull out this sword. As long as one of you in SHIELD can pull it out, I agree to let you study the rebellion."

Facing Dante's test, Colson solemnly held the Rebel Sword in his hand. However, just when he touched the hilt of the Rebel Sword, his hands instantly shed blood. As the blood continued to flow, the Rebel Gauntlets The huge demon head lit up.

In the end, Colson failed to mention his rebellion. He sat back on the sofa in frustration. Melinda came to him and silently helped him bandage his hands.

"Look, it's not that I don't want to help you. The rebellious blade can kill demons not because of its material, but because it is part of my soul. Do you think you can study the mysteries of the soul? Even mortals I haven’t even figured out my soul yet, let alone that it’s my soul.”

After Dante finished speaking, Rebellion immediately split into countless small silver light spots and flew back to Dante.

Coulson stared at Dante silently, the disappointment in his eyes almost spreading to his face. Dante saw it and sighed after all.

"Colson, I have said it before, you do what you should do, help me block all troubles from your government units, and I do what I should do, I am a demon hunter, I will not let the devil get Any opportunity to be arrogant, this is our cooperation, I will not interfere with you, and you should not interfere with me."

"I know, I know this agreement, but this feeling of seeing danger approaching and being powerless is very bad. Maybe you can understand it."

Colson said sadly. He picked up the wine glass with his bandaged right hand and drank a whole glass of wine.

"Are we really not able to help at all?" After finishing a glass of wine, Coulson looked at Dante with hope, but he only saw Dante's rejection.

"If the crisis facing the earth is a huge meteorite, then you must be the main force to save mankind, but the trouble from hell belongs to us, to the entire magical world. When we become the main force, you only need to wave the flag and shout."

Dante took a bite of the sundae and tried to persuade Coulson in the most relaxed tone possible.

Just when Colson was about to say something else, Constantine interrupted him. Constantine took out a business card from his pocket and threw the business card into Colson's hand.

"Believe me, this crisis is not a problem for me at all. Not only this time, but in the future, if your SHIELD encounters trouble from the magic world, you can contact me through the phone number on the business card. Of course, Everything costs money, lots and lots of money.”

Hearing Constantine's words, Coulson looked at the business card and read out slowly: "Hell Detective, John Constantine, wants you to say goodbye to the devil."

"yes"

Constantine took a sip of wine excitedly. He watched Natasha and Colson exchange a look. The next moment, Colson asked softly.

"Compared with your business card, Dante, do you have such a business card? I always feel that you are much more reliable than Constantine in dealing with demons."

After hearing Colson's words, Dante ignored Constantine's angry roar. He thought about it seriously and couldn't help but nodded.

"Colson, this is a really good idea. In fact, I have also thought that I should have my own source of income. After all, food and accommodation cost money. Maybe I should open a firm to deal with all the troubles caused by demons. "

Dante said as he put his legs down from the table. He sat up straight happily and looked at Colson with admiration.

"You gave me a good idea. Tell me how I can thank you."

"When you destroyed the gate of hell, I could only watch you fighting on the TV. When the dark power came, I could still only watch you fight. I really wish I could help you more instead of just standing in for you. You have a little idea"

"Haha, I like your mouth. You can always say enough beautiful words."

Dante stood up and patted Coulson on the shoulder and said something playfully, which made Constantine roar in dissatisfaction.

"That's obviously my job, and that's obviously my idea. Dante, are you trying to steal business from me?"

Constantine shouted loudly, but Dante seemed not to hear him. Dante put his left hand around Colson's shoulder, his right hand around Natasha's waist, and said cheerfully.

"That's all for drinking tonight. I'm in a good mood. I plan to take advantage of the good mood to have a good sleep and have a good dream. See you tomorrow, guys from SHIELD. By the way, Cole Sen, you have to prepare a set of documents for me, otherwise I won't be able to take transportation. Just give me the documents when we meet tomorrow, and I will contact you tomorrow."

After Dante finished speaking, he picked up the unhappy Constantine on the sofa next to him. Colson watched them leave the nightclub, his eyes full of doubts and uneasiness.

"Is it really okay to leave the safety of the entire world in their hands?"

Coulson couldn't help but muttered something. As soon as he finished speaking, the entire nightclub became completely quiet. All the guys who had been drinking just stood up. They were all SHIELD agents.

Natasha stood next to Coulson and laughed softly.

"You think too much, Colson. This world has always been guarded by guys like them. I have lived for a long time and I have seen many such people. They don't look serious. That's just because of what they see in front of them. The danger is not enough to make them serious.”

"You are right, Black Widow, you are indeed an old woman who has lived for a long time."

Suddenly a pleasant female voice rang out from the crowd. This voice captured the details of Natasha's words and described Natasha as an old woman. Natasha looked over with wide eyes. The speaker was actually the person who had just sat down. The girl who was massaging Dante's shoulders with her beautiful feet on the back of Dante's sofa walked out of the crowd, stood next to the black widow, and looked at the black widow proudly.

"Look, as long as I want, not even Dante can find me."

As she spoke, she took off her mask, and in the blink of an eye she transformed from a South American girl with black hair and black eyes into a blonde Barbie doll.

It turns out she is Poppy.