Martin Variety in American Comics

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Abaddon tapped his hands lightly on the table, and he said with a hint of provocation: "I don't think you can do anything?"

Sebastian frowned and said anxiously: "This bead in my hand..."

"Of course I know that the bead in your hand is very magical."

Abaddon narrowed his eyes into a line, shook his head lightly and said in a deep voice: "What I doubt is your ability. Just now, those who destroyed the Blood Brotherhood also defeated the city spirit of Los Angeles and used that spirit to reinforce the land of Los Angeles."

"Even I have to admit that the mortal did a great job. The seal he set on the land under the city of Los Angeles, even if I do it myself, I have to pay some price to open the door to hell."

Sebastian's expression gradually got out of control. He recalled the scene of the destruction of the Blood Brotherhood, and his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely be able to open the gate to hell. Not for any benefit, but for revenge. As long as I can make those people feel pain, I am willing to give everything."

Papapapa...

Abadon looked at Sebastian's distorted expression and showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Very good, very good. This is what a man looks like."

What kind of man?

A useless man who doesn't know what he wants and wishes he had thousands of hands to grab and control everything around him.

Abaddon took a deep breath and nodded, "I am very satisfied with your current appearance. Do whatever you want! I will give you all the support!"

Sebastian lowered his head slightly, using this action to hide the uncontrollable joy on his face.

After turning around, he couldn't wait to rush out of the fast food restaurant, looking at the blue sky, his mouth slightly open, wishing he could roar to the sky right now.

But he restrained this impulse, stretched out his right hand to the sky, exerted a little force, as if he had grabbed the entire sky in his hand, rubbing it to his heart's content, wanting to dye the pure sky with his own color.

"Wait, I'm coming!"

Sebastian whispered, as if he had made up his mind, and strode out.

Abaddon was still sitting by the window, his face was not facing the door, but he could see all of Sebastian's movements, with a playful smile on his face, and whispered: "Young man, you are always so impatient!"

"What you think in your heart, you have to show it on your face and actions. Isn't this actively handing your handle to others?"

After Sebastian left, Abaddon said such a thing, and his body relaxed, and he began to play with a red bead in his hand.

If Sebastian was still here, he would definitely recognize the bead in Abaddon's hand, which was also one of the spiritual beads.

From beginning to end, Sebastian was being played around by others. Before, he was controlled by the Three Palace Demon, and now he is controlled by Abaddon. From beginning to end, his freedom was controlled freedom. He thought that what he wanted to do was actually allowed by others to do it.

But this kind of thing is also normal. Sebastian is a dog who has lost his home. He wants to turn the tables and sell his soul to the devil. Does he still want absolute freedom?

Abaddon is a devil, not a philanthropist.

Even Martin, facing such a person, would make him offer his loyalty, otherwise who would dare to use him.

"My lord, the brothers below are already hungry and thirsty!"

A human figure emerged from the shadow behind Abaddon, squirming all the time, and did not maintain a specific form.

It stood humbly beside Abaddon, speaking a series of obscure demon language, and then waiting for the master's instructions.

"Alas, a group of guys who are difficult to achieve great things!"

Abaddon showed a helpless expression on his face.

The group of guys in hell are coaxing and ignoring, beating and retreating, and always insist on doing whatever they want.

It is easy to incite them to make trouble. Just throw out a rumor and those guys will jump up by themselves. But to make them obedient and disciplined, it is like killing their own mother, it is impossible to do it.

Of course, the demons have no parents, and even if they have parents, they have been killed by themselves.

Abaddon took a deep breath, and the fire spirit bead in his hand spewed out flames, symbolizing his mood at the moment.

"If they have the ability, they can make trouble! Don't tell those bastards, open your eyes, and don't mess with anyone. If you make Lucifer, that conspicuous guy angry, none of us will have a good life!"

Speaking of Lucifer, Abaddon's followers were also silent, not daring to say a word.

This lord of hell has always been arbitrary, and he often punishes the demons in hell. Even the demons can't bear all kinds of torture.

After all, Lucifer doesn't care about hell at all. He was originally forced to sit on the throne by God, and he can't leave hell for some reason. But it doesn't mean that he has any good feelings for hell. On the contrary, he hates everything in hell.

Facing such a boss who can never be overthrown, what else can the demons do?

They had to do everything they could to stay away from Lucifer, so as not to offend this uncle and be thrown into the deepest part of hell, where they would be tortured until the moment of the destruction of the world.

The only thing the demons were thankful for was that there was nothing in the world that Lucifer really cared about.

So as long as they didn't get close to Lucifer's territory, their plan would be able to be implemented smoothly.

"Let's go to Hollywood!"

When Martin rejected Midnight Dad's invitation, he had already thought about where to go next.

Bruce and his team were mobilizing supplies and manpower, contacting those officials who still had administrative emergency capabilities, and preparing for the worst.

Rachel's eyes lit up, and she poked her head and said, "Go to Hollywood? Can we see those stars?"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

Martin nodded: "In a sense, we can see! But they won't welcome us."

Constantine kept smoking, and almost instantly understood Martin's plan: "You want to pull out the demons around those stars, interrogate them one by one, and find out the whereabouts of Abaddon from them."

"It's worthy of being a scumbag, smart!"

Martin gave him a thumbs up.

Rachel shook her head in confusion: "Why would those stars have anything to do with the devil when they live such a glamorous life?"

Constantine said with a hint of sarcasm: "The handsome men and beautiful women in this world have never been valuable. Even ugly ones can be good as long as they are willing to go under the knife.

With such fierce competition, if you want to stand out, you naturally have to use some tricks."

Rachel is not unable to accept this reality. It's just that the dream packaged by Hollywood is too gorgeous. It was suddenly punctured, so she had to slow down.

Martin whispered: "To be honest, I don't think it's a shame to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for wealth and glory."

"Cooperating with the devil, at least you can live a glorious life as a human before you die. But if you sell yourself to the capitalist system, whether you are still a person or not is another matter."

"Can you two men shut up!"

Zatanna looked at the little girl being hit by Constantine and Martin one after another, and glared at them fiercely, asking them to shut up.

Martin smiled and immediately skipped the topic and stopped talking about it.

He opened his phone, randomly found an entertainment website, pointed at the hot headlines and said to Constantine: "Pick one!"

"What do you mean?"

Constantine felt that Martin had bad intentions.

This boy was too difficult to deal with.

"You are so unlucky. Anyone you choose must be surrounded by demons."

Martin smiled and said: "So if you make a move, we can run less errands. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"Okay, okay, you play it this way, right?"

Constantine pointed his index finger at Martin twice, and then randomly picked a star from the hot list.

"This guy is the one. He is not very old and looks pretty. Demons like this kind of host the most."

One update, 2,000 words! I will also work hard to update today, keep it up!