American comic world demon hunter

"I'm just a liar at best, but my deception is not up to the level of a master, otherwise I wouldn't be easily seen through by you."

Constantine grinned and smiled an ugly smile. He reached out and patted the steering wheel and shouted something, intending to change the topic.

"Without further ado, we are about to leave the dimension of the House of Everything. Let's think about how to deal with that devil, Dante."

Dante nodded. He sat in the passenger seat and watched the trees on both sides gradually thin out. As the car continued to advance, the trees also continued to disappear until it broke through a certain limit. In just the blink of an eye, they Came on a real path.

The small road with no cars just now suddenly turned into a city avenue with many vehicles. It was only now that Dante truly returned to the earth.

Why is Constantine so sure that no one can enter the House of Everything without his permission, let alone find the House of Everything?

Because All Things House and the earth are not in the same dimension at all

Constantine drove the car skillfully. He controlled the speed of the car so that the broken car perfectly blended into all the cars on the road. No one could feel that there was an extra car on the road.

When the broken car drove steadily, Constantine said softly.

"If we want to seal that damn devil, we must first find it. What can you do? If not, we will choose a few places to try our luck."

Constantine said lazily. As he spoke, he put the bottle engraved with the emblem of King Solomon not far away into the pocket of his windbreaker. Then, he put the still damp beige long windbreaker on it. On the body.

"Don't you have a second coat, John?"

Dante glanced at Constantine with disgust. His coat had probably not been washed for a long time. Now, the damp windbreaker exuded a strong smell of tobacco and some unspeakable smell. This smell made Dante Din opened the car window, he needed some fresh air.

Hearing Dante's contempt, Constantine grinned: "I have dozens of defensive magics on this dress. I failed hundreds of times before I could barely make such a finished product, and now you still want to laugh at me. clothes?"

After Constantine finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Dante's clothes. After all, he had just boasted about his magic windbreaker, and now he planned to laugh at Dante's mortal clothes.

However, when he saw Dante's clothes clearly, he was suddenly stunned. Dante's red windbreaker hem and black shirt looked just fashionable and handsome at first glance, but when he looked carefully, he felt more and more confused. I think this suit gives him a mysterious and great feeling.

"Dante, what are you wearing? Damn it, I saw infinite magic power in your clothes. Am I wrong?"

"This is" Dante was about to explain, but his words were interrupted by Constantine.

"Don't tell me how great your dress is, tell me it's just an ordinary dress, otherwise I'll feel very embarrassed, after all, I just brag about my own trench coat."

He seemed to be extremely depressed and said something harshly. His deliberately exaggerated expression made Dante smile softly.

"I disappoint you, John. This suit is a small gift given to me by a god. Its material is somewhere between existence and non-existence. In other words, although it has no defensive capabilities, it will never be damaged."

After Dante finished speaking, he reached out and patted Constantine's shoulder gently. Constantine looked at Dante with more expectant eyes and said.

"Okay, I admit that your clothes are a good thing, but what I care about most is whether the person who gave you the clothes is a god or a goddess. Don't tell me it's a goddess, don't tell me."

"Yes"

"Fake, I feel that after living for so many years, all the collections I have accumulated are not as good as this piece of clothing of yours."

After Constantine finished speaking, he silently closed his mouth. He suddenly felt that he should go out for more walks. There seemed to be no future in staying in this three-acre area of ​​Atlanta. Although he had forgotten about the mysterious circle of Atlanta. All the good things in there are in his hands

While Constantine was still thinking, Dante took out his phone.

"Constantine, stop making trouble. I'm going to contact the woman from SHIELD who came to Atlanta with me. She should know where the devil is."

Dante said as he pressed Black Widow's number, and the call was quickly connected.

"Dante, you should give me an explanation. You agreed that I would always accompany you, but you threw me in the middle of a group of men as soon as you got off the plane. Aren't you worried that something might happen to me?"

Natasha's lazy and charming voice came from the phone, but when Dante heard it, he just laughed disdainfully.

"Well, I apologize. Are you satisfied? Now answer my question. Do you know where the devil who just escaped is? Constantine and I are together. As long as the devil is located, we can solve it."

"Of course" Natasha replied quickly: "You guys come to the largest McDonald's in downtown Atlanta. Hurry up. Two people have died here. We tried using flames and poison gas, but we couldn't eliminate it at all."

"okay"

After Dante finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned to Constantine to give instructions.

“The largest McDonald’s in the city center, it seems the hungry devil has chosen a good place for himself”

"It's about the same position as I judged," Constantine said, and then he looked at Dante seriously: "But I want to know more, is your relationship with SHIELD already so good? It sounds right. There is a woman following you closely, why didn't Fury give me such treatment in the first place?"

At this point, he felt that what he said was a bit wrong, so he paused for a moment and said again.

"Are you being monitored by them? Do you need help? Brother, if you need it, I will stand behind you."

"No need." Dante smiled softly. He could hear the sincerity in Constantine's words, but SHIELD had never been taken seriously by Dante, not even Dante who once tried to become a god. He didn't care about Aegis, let alone the Dante in front of him who gave up on becoming a god, gave up on collecting human faith, and just wanted to be free.

"I just got in touch with them today. I have no passport, no ID, and can't take trains or planes, so I can only use S.H.I.E.L.D. as my means of transportation. You see, I was in Gotham just a moment ago. We will be in Atlanta in the next moment, the Aegis aircraft is so convenient and fast.”

"That's good. I'm really worried that you've been completely targeted by them. They are a national force. They have no principles, only goals. Moreover, they never mind using the most vicious methods to achieve their goals."

After speaking, Constantine sneered disdainfully. He swept his eyes across the vehicles on the street and found the road leading to the city center. The tattered Ford swayed left and right on the street. After about fifteen minutes of journey, It trembled and stopped nearly 80 meters away from the McDonald's.

It wasn't that Constantine didn't want to park further forward, but that the McDonald's was completely surrounded by police.

Dante got out of the car, reached to his waist with his left hand and took out his pistol. With a faint smile on his face, he walked towards the policeman who was on guard.

"Hey, put down your weapon or we'll shoot."

When Dante was about thirty meters away from the police, the police shouted and stopped Dante. Dante helplessly raised his right hand, pointed to his smiling face, and said.

"See clearly who I am, the person who solves the problem is here"

The policemen heard Dante's words, and they looked at each other, as if they were asking each other if anyone had seen Dante, but they each shook their heads.

"Last warning, put down your weapons and lie down on the ground, otherwise we will shoot."

The police shouted at Dante, and the smile on Dante's face fell. It seemed that he was not as famous as he thought. Although he was recognized by many fans at the airport, the bunch of bad policemen in front of him were obviously not as famous as he thought. never heard of myself

Constantine stood aside and watched silently as Dante shrank. It was not until the police pointed their guns at Dante's head that Constantine walked out. He reached into his windbreaker pocket and took out a card because The playing cards became damp and soft after being stained with water. He showed the funny playing cards to the police in front.

"Maybe you don't know the face of my colleague, but at least you should know this one, take a good look at it, and then get out of the way for me. Keep your eyes open in the future and don't repeat such mistakes again." Constantine said righteously Said something.

I don’t know what this group of policemen thought of the broken poker, but they quickly stood at attention and saluted Constantine and Dante in unison. Then, without even saying a word, He made way to McDonald's for the two of them.

Dante asked softly as he and Constantine walked into McDonald's.

"What did you let them see? This magic is quite fun. Please take the time to teach me."

"The devil knows what they saw," Constantine replied casually, and then he threw the poker into Dante's hand. Dante took the poker and looked at it twice. He couldn't see the mystery in it.

"This is just a small illusion, not really magic. What I hold in my hand is a card, and what they see is always something that scares them. It may be the ID of their leader, it may be It’s the address of their family members, and it may even be evidence that they were having an affair behind their wives’ backs.”

After Constantine finished speaking, he took the playing card back from Dante's hand. He crumpled the playing card into a ball and threw it aside.

"I am a magician, but that doesn't mean I have to use magic to solve all troubles. Sometimes, small means are also useful."

Constantine said as he wiped the poker residue off his hands, then he put his hand on Dante's shoulder, with a lustful expression on his face, and whispered to Dante.

"Now it's time for me to meet the woman next to you. Those who can be sent out by SHIELD to perform field duties are all beautiful girls with big breasts and big butts. I don't think she will let me down, Black Widow."

Constantine couldn't help but scream at the end. He saw Natasha walking towards the two of them. He glanced at Dante with a little surprise, and countless thoughts kept rolling in his mind.

He was thinking: Damn it, what shocking things did Dante do during his absence? The person SHIELD sent to monitor him was actually the famous Black Widow.

Natasha couldn't hear Constantine's voice, she only heard Constantine subconsciously shout her title. Natasha rolled her eyes charmingly, and she walked to Dante with her long and charming legs. In front of him, I saw her left hand pinching her small waist, her right hand gently brushing the long red hair on her temples, and her feminine eyes gently glaring, showing all kinds of charm.

She first smiled at Dante and showed her dimples to Dante. Then she stretched out her right hand and held it with Constantine. Her delicate little hand made Constantine couldn't help but hold it for a while longer. After the simple etiquette was over, she spoke.

"I prefer hearing you call me Natasha instead of calling me Black Widow"