American Comics: I Check In Every Day And Become The Black Hand Behind The Scenes

Room 1101, Angel Hotel, Los Angeles.

Constantine and Lance had just checked in. After opening the room, they received a call from Lin Feng.

"Place?"

"12 Engstrom Street... Lance, what's the date?"

"Oh, yes, number 1247, what's wrong?"

"What?"

"You said the Death God Association lost three Death God agents there?"

"Okay, I see, I will definitely not act alone."

"Hang up, see you later."

After Constantine hung up the phone, he looked at Lance with a serious expression.

The Death God Association, this is a legendary organization that only exists in the circle of exorcists.

According to rumors, those guys named Death God agents are all extremely powerful, and the weapon called Zanpakuto in their hands can easily damage the soul of the enemy.

No matter who it is, even those half-Angels and half-demons, as long as they get in the way, those brutal Death God agents will let everyone know what cruelty is.

But very few people have actually seen those Death God agents, and they can't produce any evidence, so they are called legendary organizations.

Constantine met a Death God agent named Grant Ward. Unlike other Death God agents, his weapon was not a knife, but two pistols that seemed to have infinite bullets.

That time when he was on his way to exorcism, he encountered Grant Ward who was chasing a huge amounts of monster that looked like a mutated creature. The pistol in his hand was like a special Gatling, and he beat the monster into a monster in a few seconds. Through the sieve, the corpse dissipated like a bubble.

Later, Grant wanted to clean his memory, but because of the arrival of guys in black suits from another mysterious organization, he failed to clean his memory in the end.

"The Death God agents are all dead. It seems that there is great danger in that place."

Constantine murmured, and once again praised her for pulling Lin Feng.

...

2008, May 23, 12:20 am.

Los Angeles, Angel Hotel.

Lin Feng brought Matsumoto Ranju and Sebastian Xiao here, and met Constantine, who had been feasting for a long time, and Lance, who was a little embarrassed.

"You bastard..."

Lin Feng looked at Constantine who was greeting him with a big chicken leg, with a helpless look on his face, he also picked up a big chicken leg and started to make it.

Matsumoto Rangiku and Sebastian Xiao next to them were much more elegant, eating food in small bites.

After the meal, Lin Feng and Constantine burped together.

"You guy, is your stomach a bottomless pit? After eating so much, there is no change at all?"

Constantine had a big belly like a pregnant woman in July, and looked at Lin Feng's belly with eight-pack abs with some jealousy: "Or, what kind of magic did you use?"

"It's a secret."

Lin Feng looked at Constantine with a smile, especially the big belly like a pregnant woman.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell Constantine that he owns Liuku Immortal Thief, which is considered the supreme magic technique for foodies, so let the other party envy him.

"I look like this, which affects the battle a bit."

Constantine knew from Lin Feng's appearance that he was not going to tell himself, so he touched his round belly and said, "Let's digest it with magic..."

"#￥%@#@"

After a magic spell, Constantine's stomach shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to its normal state.

"Okay, next, we should go to Engstrom Street."

Lin Feng got up, looked at Enstrom Street, which was just next door, and narrowed his eyes: "Look at what secrets are hidden in this street."

"Set off."

...

"John Constantine..."

"You violated the agreement between us and brought irrelevant guys..."

"If you want to save Tracy's soul, and you leave alone, I will inform you of the next meeting place..."

"Remember, you came here alone. If I find out that you brought someone with you, you will know the consequences..."

"Belur."

In a villa full of hell atmosphere, Lin Feng and others came here, but they didn't see the owner of the villa, only saw the message left for Constantine with a human corpse.

"The souls of these corpses have all disappeared."

Matsumoto Ranju and Sebastian Xiao checked these corpses and found that their souls had long since dissipated.

"Those three worst are Death God, the agent of our association."

Sebastian Xiao squatted next to the three torn corpses, his tone was very low: "They are all very capable young people who joined the Death God Association with blood and hope, but in this ghost The place is broken..."

"I will avenge them."

Lin Feng looked at the interior of the hell-like villa, and his anger made him unable to suppress the strength in his body.

"That's the work of the bastards from hell."

Constantine also felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and suppressed his nausea and said, "I just don't know who made such a big deal, bypassed the dimensional barrier, and did this kind of thing under the eyes of Ancient One."

"It should be that guy."

Lin Feng looked at Constantine: "Do you still remember the Spear of Destiny? Two demons came to the world with the Spear of Destiny."

"Mamon..."

Constantine spat out a name: "He must have done something good."

"It has something to do with him, but not much."

After sorting out the clues in his mind, Lin Feng said, "This devil just came to help Mameng come by the way. His ultimate goal should be to create a hell on earth."

"Such an old-fashioned guy again?"

Constantine was speechless when she heard Lin Feng's analysis.

But he did not deny that Lin Feng's analysis was correct.

After all, building a hell branch in the world and controlling a hell alone is something that many hell demons dream of.

Even Mamun, the son of hell, wanted to come to the world for this reason.

"Since this is the case, then this demon and Mamon are actually competitors."

Lin Feng looked at Constantine: "He will definitely not let Mammon come to the world so easily, which also explains why Mammon's people have not made a move for so long."

"It seems that Mamun has misjudged the wrong person."

Constantine's tone was cold: "He created a competitor for himself."

"Next, it's up to you."

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the floating clouds: "I need to find someone, you can handle these things yourself, is there any problem?"

"Definitely."

Constantine pointed to herself: "Who am I?"

"I am the great Constantine!!!"