Injustice Starts with Marvel

At this very moment, when the three gods were sitting in the bar, each felt that the other was responsible.

An irresponsible man, smoking a cigarette he could never put down, came to a new place and took over his new job.

...

Los Angeles.

The khaki taxi had just stopped, and a cigarette butt that was about to burn out came out before the passengers inside before the door opened.

The cigarette butt jumped twice on the ground, and was stepped on by others in a blink of an eye. At this moment, the car door opened, and a man in a black windbreaker with a sleepy expression on his face came out.

All the way to the apartment building, the man opened the cigarette case and took out another Marlboro.

When he threw away the last cigarette, the traces of that cigarette had already disappeared.

And he always has a cigarette in his mouth!

He took out the lighter, flipped the spark habitually, and after lighting the cigarette, the man looked at the fat man who was walking towards him not far away.

The fat man stopped in front of the man and raised his eyebrows happily.

"I knew that no matter how chaotic the world is, it won't affect your work. I was the first to notify you, John!"

"Um."

The man named John nodded indifferently, and then silently followed the footsteps of the fat priest to the corridor that could not be illuminated by the sun.

Facing each other, the family was looking at John nervously, while John passed them by indifferently.

All the way to the sealed door, John opened the door and looked inside with his head.

In the extremely dark room covered by the curtains, there was a girl on the bed whose limbs were bound, and at this moment, the girl was slowly howling and struggling.

Outside the room, beside John, the girl's mother was crying and talking.

"It's definitely a spirit, absolutely, no science can explain that kind of thing.

She was lying on the wall, not on the ground, but on the ceiling, using her hands and feet!

I'm so freaked out, why is this happening to us, and why the sun god sanctioned America but not Hell! "

Hearing what the woman said, John glanced at the woman and exhaled a breath of smoke.

As a master of the dark arts, John knew very well that this was indeed possession by evil spirits, not a mental illness.

He could tell the difference.

However, he is too lazy to chat with the patient's family members. Explaining is not his hobby, and it is his privilege not to explain.

So he walked past the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth and slowly walked into the room.

On the bed, his arrival made the demon that was lodged in the girl more active.

But the man didn't care. He first put the cigarettes on the dressing cabinet beside him, and then he took out a string of ornaments from his pocket.

When he came to the window, the man opened the curtains casually, and the moment the sunlight came in, the girl who was possessed by the evil spirit on the bed curled up sadly.

At this time, the man spoke.

"Tsk tsk, the appearance of the sun god is not without benefits. The power of light has been strengthened countless times, and the effect of exorcism is much better than before."

After finishing the words, he took out a bunch of ornaments from his pocket, pointed the dozen or so ornaments to the sun, and picked them out one by one.

"Let me see your reaction, it's not arrogance, it's not lust, it's not purgatory, it's not Satan's subordination."

After a long while, when the man held a pendant of the six-pointed star of Solomon and shone in the sun, the evil spirit on the girl suddenly let out a piercing roar.

Apprentice, the man nodded.

"Ordinary hell offal, fire kin, stupid nightmare, hehe."

After the words fell, the man came to the bed in a blink of an eye, rode directly on the evil spirit, lowered his head and whispered to the slowly struggling evil spirit.

"I'm Constantine, John Constantine, bastard!"

After the words fell, it seemed that his name really had some effect. In just a blink of an eye, the evil spirit possessing the girl's body actually spoke.

The girl raised her head, and there was a grunting sound from her mouth that was completely inaudible to ordinary people.

But in Constantine's ears, he heard it clearly.

"It turned out to be you, John Constantine, and I will kill you!"

"Of course, I would do that too!"

Constantine smiled disdainfully, and then he imprinted the Solomon hexagonal pendant on the top of the girl's head fiercely.

Immediately, the girl and the evil spirit in her body struggled crazily, and the place where the pendant touched the girl's forehead, acrid green smoke burst out in an instant.

Outside the door, the parents who were watching everything lowered their heads in pain, but they dared not stop Konstantin's movements.

Almost every kind of person in every country is the same, and few people will intervene in the real ghosts and ghosts that are happening to them.

Just like that, Constantine's pendant made the girl and the evil spirit howl in pain for more than ten seconds.

But what Constantine didn't expect was that the evil spirit was not directly removed, but passed away with the girl.

Seeing the evil spirit girl who was not struggling but seemed to be fainting, Constantine frowned.

"It is clear that the power of the sun has been strengthened, and the world's rejection of evil spirits has continued to increase.

But why, the evil spirits I have encountered recently are so stubborn? "

After the words fell, Constantine pursed his lips and lowered his head to listen to the voice of the unconscious evil spirit.

But then, the moment he tried to probe, an evil spirit's head popped out of the girl's throat!

No, it's not the simple head, but the head that is about to burst out, which is constantly covered by the girl's tender skin!

Seeing this scene, Constantine frowned dissatisfied.

"Why is it getting harder and harder for me to deal with them when everything is getting better!"

With a casual complaint, Constantine rolled over from the bed and yelled at the people around him.

"Go, find a mirror at least three feet high, go!!!"

With his roar, everyone around him jumped into action.

At the same time, Constantine unplugged all the telephone lines in the room and used them as ropes later.

Then, he took a chair and smashed all the glass and window frames.

Finally, he moved the struggling girl's bed directly to the window.

The sun shone fiercely on the girl and the evil spirit, and they struggled harder and harder.

Soon, the mirror was brought in, and Constantine ordered everyone to lift the mirror up high, and the hideous body of the girl on the bed was fully reflected in it.

Seeing this, Constantine nodded.

"Everyone keep the mirrors steady, close your eyes, and don't open them no matter what you hear!"

After the voice fell, the people around closed their eyes immediately, while Constantine simply leaned on the girl and chanted the incantation with an inaudible tone.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the person holding the mirror opened his eyes and looked.

In just a short moment, the man's hair turned gray all of a sudden, and his vitality was completely devoured by the evil spirit on the bed.

And his actions also made a corner of the mirror empty.

Seeing this, Constantine didn't feel much, he was already used to similar things.

It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die, not everyone can listen to people's words.

So Constantine continued to chant the spell, and soon, a real, hideous little devil appeared in the mirror behind him.

At this moment, the person carrying the mirror only felt that he was lifting hundreds of pounds more!

At this time, the demon who was sealed in the mirror was also beating the mirror desperately, and large and small cracks suddenly appeared on the originally smooth mirror surface.

At this point in the matter, Constantine has basically completed the exorcism. He took a little effort to throw the mirror downstairs, so that the evil spirit and the mirror shattered together in the bright sunlight.

On the bed, the girl gradually returned to normal.

Outside the door, the girl's family celebrated the child's return, crying loudly.

But for Constantine, he has long been used to all of this.

The cigarette rolls on the dressing table were already more than half burnt, and Constantine didn't bother to pick them up.

So he took out a new cigarette with the sweat on his brow, and lit a Marlboro again.

And when he was smoking a cigarette, and countless people looked at the girl, Constantine's eyes followed the smoke and looked at a piece of drawing paper stuck on the wall.

That piece of paper seems to be a girl's handwriting, with bright red paint chaotically drawing some kind of weapon?

Looking at the chaotic lines, Constantine, the master of the dark art, was moved in his heart.

This doesn't seem to be a drawing of a girl, but a painting of an evil spirit!

Looking at the sharp but incomparably clear sword blade on the painting, Constantine frowned.

Why did the evil spirit draw a weapon?

And what is the relationship between this weapon and the evil spirit who just returned to hell?

Thinking of this, Constantine tore off the painting, put it in his pocket, and left the girl's room.

...

At the same time, it is also Los Angeles City, less than two kilometers away from Constantine's business location, in the Light Bar.

Heisenberg watched what happened in the distant apartment building together with Lucifer and Amanda Dill while drinking a small wine.

When Constantine, who they saw in a black trench coat, left in a car, everyone put down their wine glasses. You look at me, and I look at you.

After a while, Amanda Dill sighed.

"You can see the whole picture with a glimpse. Recently, more and more evil spirits from hell have come to the world, which has also aroused the activity of exorcists like John Constantine!"

"Well, I know him, of course I know him, John Constantine!!!"

Mentioning this name, Lucifer immediately showed an amused smile. He filled himself with a large glass of wine, and then smiled.

"That's a crappy magician, but he's an advanced trickster. There are legends about him in countless universes. Even my avatars in other universes have been fooled by him."

Having said that, Lucifer smiled deeply, and then pointed in the direction of Constantine.

"I'm lucky, though, that in the universe I'm on vacation, Constantine seems to be dying.

Even just looking, I can see a shadow in his lungs, he's going to hell! "

"Lucifer!"

Hearing what Lucifer said, Amanda Dill frowned dissatisfied.

"I pointed out his news to you, not to prepare you to receive his soul!

Even an idiot like him found that painting of the Fallen on the wall, didn't you see it? "

Having said that, Amanda Dill looked at Heisenberg and sighed.

"Heisenberg, although the painting is not very clear, it is obvious that it is the projection of the Holy Lance of Longinus in the current universe.

And I have seen countless similar paintings in the world recently.

Countless little demons came to the world, parasitic in the human body, frantically looking for the trace of the Holy Lance of Longinus, their purpose is self-evident.