Martin Variety in American Comics

"Where are you going?"

Constantine hadn't even finished half of his carefully planned escape route when Martin grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

Constantine thought there was something wrong with his ears at first, but he didn't realize it until his feet left the ground.

Martin slapped the sly guy on the shoulder, his collar turned, and the whole person turned 180 degrees.

Constantine's eyes were instantly straightened when he saw the dilapidated church behind Martin.

"Since you can solve that useless guy who doesn't even have a name with one move, why did you make such a big noise before?"

Constantine turned the tables and never mentioned that he was going to sneak away, and even blamed Martin for making too much noise before.

"I'm used to it!"

Martin replied lightly, then let go.

Constantine didn't prepare last time and fell directly on the unsolidified magma. His pants were burned with a big hole, and the tip of his buttocks was instantly blistered.

He screamed, covered his buttocks with his hands and jumped onto the black stone slab after the magma solidified, looking at Martin hatefully.

"You are retaliating nakedly, I will complain to you!"

Constantine's tone was very hard, but the two hands covering his buttocks made his words less powerful.

Martin ignored him and patted Tiying: "Open the condenser and get rid of all the magma in this place."

Once the demon died, the magma all over the ground was no longer blessed by magic, and there was nothing special.

Tiying obediently opened the outer body, revealing the small condensers installed to help him run better, releasing bursts of cold air, instantly suppressing the temperature in the church, and even forming a layer of four or five centimeters of ice.

Not long after, these ice cubes were melted by the magma, turned into water and fell into the magma, accelerating the solidification of the magma.

Martin handed these things to Tiying, and he pushed Constantine to the outside of the church.

"What are you doing? Stop pushing and shoving. If you have anything to say, just say it here!"

Constantine was childish sometimes. He didn't like Martin, so he deliberately went against him on this matter.

Martin had a way to deal with such people. He drooped his face and said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you want to stay. The magma will release a lot of steam and heat when it solidifies. If you are scalded, don't cry and beg me to save you."

After that, he walked directly out of the church without looking back.

Constantine then remembered the magma under his feet, and hurriedly followed Martin's footsteps and ran out of the church.

In order to prevent the princess's scandal from spreading, the government and the church had already blocked the church, and ordinary people could not approach it at all.

Looking at the blue sky, the first word that popped into Constantine's mind was "money".

"Hey, superhero, you blew up this church and only a few walls are left. How are you going to explain to the people of the Anglican Church?"

"Why should I explain to those people?"

Martin knew that Constantine was worried that the people of the Anglican Church would use this as an excuse to take back all his rewards.

But what does this have to do with him?

He smiled and said, "When the sun rises tomorrow, no one in London will remember that I have ever been here. So I don't need to explain to anyone."

"Tomorrow, you will run away. But the people of the Anglican Church will not let me go, right?"

Constantine gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the smiling Martin in the face.

But thinking of the two terrifying energy beam attacks in the church just now, Constantine still gave in.

I can't beat him.

No matter from which aspect, he is not Martin's opponent.

"You made this mess, why should I clean it up?"

Martin saw that Constantine was ready to fight him, and knew that even if he squeezed the exorcist in front of him dry, he would not be able to pay the money.

"Okay, I'm not kidding you. I'll let Alfred open a special account for you at Wayne Bank. You transfer the money into it, and I guarantee that no one can touch a penny."

"That's a solution. The money is saved, but what about my life?"

Constantine was not stupid. He was mainly worried that those bastards in the Anglican Church would put all the blame on him.

He was not afraid of going to jail, but he couldn't be a scapegoat for those hypocritical priests.

"Look over there."

Martin pointed to the open space at the door of the church.

Constantine looked over and saw the old priest who presided over the ceremony fell to the ground, suspected to have gone to see God.

The canary princess, who had lived in a cage since childhood, sat on the ground alone, hugged her knees with her hands, and cried loudly.

"Why do you want me to watch her?"

Constantine had no sympathy for the deceived girl, but seemed a little indifferent.

"The child is incorrigible!"

Martin looked at Constantine's indifference and shook his head in disappointment: "Nowadays, young people like to play something exciting when they go to bed, such as recording a video or something."

"You old bastard cheated heaven and hell, and it's easy to deal with a little girl. As long as you get some black material, I guarantee that the British government will not touch you at all."

Getting other black material is also the simplest means, and this trick is actually not difficult to think of.

"Can't you let the Justice League pay some money to help me solve this matter?"

Martin looked at Constantine with a strange expression: "You are so shameless? What is your relationship with the Justice League? Why should we pay for you to solve this matter?"

"You destroyed this church. Shouldn't the Justice League pay for you?"

Constantine found that Martin's face was not much thinner than his.

"I have never denied this, and if the British come after me today, I will tell them everything and see who will collapse first."

Martin spread his hands and didn't care about the hostility of the British government at all.

Constantine wanted to argue something, but seeing his fearless look, he let out a breath again.

"Forget it, it's really hard to talk to people like you. I will take you to find that damn sandbag now, and then we will go our separate ways and never meet again in the future."

Constantine waved his hand weakly, saying harsh words, but still asked Martin to help open a special account at Wayne Bank.

Martin didn't refuse, and called Alfred to get the deal done.

Then he waved to the church, and the hoof shadow that had processed all the magma rushed out, turned into a motorcycle and carried both of them.

Constantine casually reported an address and stopped talking.

Martin asked him what he would see there, and he just waved his hand impatiently, as if he didn't want to mention it.

"If you don't say anything now, what if we meet demons or something like that again after we go there?"

Martin grabbed the handle of the motorcycle with both hands, turned his back to Constantine and couldn't see his expression, so he released the accelerator and slowed down.

Constantine seemed extremely annoyed: "I promise you, this time I'm going to meet just an ordinary person, there will be no danger.

If there is any accident, you throw me in front to be a human detector for landmines."

"Since you said so, I will believe you for the time being."

Martin didn't force it too hard, he guessed it was related to Constantine's private life.

In Constantine's life, the most inseparable things are cigarettes, alcohol and sex, and only when it comes to these three things will he become very entangled.

But Martin had no interest in these three things. He was not a beast. There were many ways to enjoy himself, so why use such an unhealthy and disgusting way.

"Have a good time!"

Martin reminded, turned the throttle, and the motorcycle wheels rubbed in place. He was about to experience the feeling of "flying too low".

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, blocking Martin's way.

It was Morpheus who was late.

Martin frowned, but did not ignore the other party and prepared to stop.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

But the hoof shadow had accumulated for a long time, and it was almost impossible to brake in the way of a motorcycle.

So he raised the front wheel high, pushed Martin and Constantine off him, and turned into a steel warhorse in an instant.

Martin and the hoof shadow turned over synchronously and landed steadily on the ground.

Constantine was a little slow to react, and fell hard on his buttocks, squeezing the blisters that had been scalded before, and jumped up with a roar, and his whole face was deformed.

"I almost forgot that your butt is still injured!"

Martin really forgot: "Why don't you use a healing spell to heal yourself?"

"Do you think all wizards can cast spells out of thin air without the help of materials and rituals like you?"

Constantine rolled his eyes, but for the sake of his butt, he still took out a bottle of potion and tapped it twice.

The potion that he liked was naturally not an ordinary item.

So in the blink of an eye, he watched a pair of injured butts recover as before, and covered them with a windbreaker, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Martin, why are you here?"

Morpheus was angry, he walked up to Martin angrily and questioned him in a very impolite tone.

Martin did not hide or avoid, and smiled and answered Morpheus: "Of course I came here to find a sandbag. This is Mr. Constantine, and he is now in the hands of his friend."

Constantine tried to reduce his presence and did not want to intervene in this matter. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two, so he hid in the end.

It was just that he had a beautiful idea, but how could Martin let him have his way? He stretched out his hand and pushed him in front of Morpheus.

Morpheus scanned Constantine from head to toe. There was no dreamlike beauty in his dark eyes, but a cold reality.

He had nothing to say to Constantine, but he wanted to say a lot to Martin: "You are crossing the line. Even if you have the blessing of death, you have no right to interfere in my affairs."

It was obvious that the dream master had not changed at all. He still treated Martin with a proud attitude and wanted to guide him to do something.

Martin smiled helplessly and did not argue with him: "Since you are here, let's go to Constantine's friend's house to find out. Anyway, the three magic tools must be returned in the end to maintain the continued existence of the dream, and humans will not be implicated."

Morpheus snorted coldly, but still accepted this statement.

Although he was arrogant and conceited, he also knew what the important thing was now, that is, to quickly find the three props and then solve the damage in the dream.

Thinking of this, Morpheus suppressed his dissatisfaction with Martin and chose to go with him.

Although Martin, a human, always looks like he wants to preach, he is quite capable.

Constantine couldn't see it, but he saw clearly how Martin used the power of death to really kill a demon.

"It's a bit crowded, but do you want to ride with us?"

Martin invited Morpheus, but was declined.

Morpheus didn't want to deal with him, and Martin was the same, so he invited him to get on the horse and arrive quickly without wasting time.

"I know my limits!"

After Morpheus finished speaking, a gust of wind blew, and he turned into fine sand, was rolled up and fell on a crow.

"You are worthy of being a member of the Endless Family, the ceremony of entering and exiting is so cool!"

Martin made a little irony, woke up Constantine who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and took him straight to the destination.

This time, they did not encounter any obstacles, and they galloped on the road in London. It took them more than ten minutes to find a residential building that was nothing special in a community on the edge of London.

Constantine jumped off the motorcycle, intending to open the door first.

But when he saw the wide-open door and the sand on the ground, he got anxious and rushed into the house.

"Wait, Constantine!"

Martin did not expect Constantine to suddenly become so excited, and quickly reminded him: "Since Murphys appeared here, it proves that there is a dream nearby. It would be strange if Constantine didn't get caught if he rushed in directly."

Constantine's safety was secondary. The important thing was that he was trapped in the illusion. If he did something that he couldn't control himself, it would be troublesome.

Thinking of this, although Martin was unwilling to fight against Murphys' dream, he still followed Constantine's footsteps.

...

"Johnny, what are you doing at my door?"

Constantine rushed out directly, ignoring Martin at all, and walked through the stairs in two steps to the door of an apartment on the third floor and pressed the doorbell.

He saw traces of the dream sand along the way, and there was a hint of worry in his heart,

but the door opened and nothing happened.

The former girlfriend of Constantine, the owner of this house.

Constantine has never been very picky about his sexual partners. I am a man, and women are not even human beings. He doesn't care.

But the word "stable" has nothing to do with him. Many of his partners in bed only have sex but no love. Such a relationship naturally cannot last for too long, and finally all broke up.

"Johnny, have you taken too much again and come to my place to make trouble?"

Moody is now dressed as a typical urban beauty, with a slim long skirt, big red lips, and exquisite makeup...

If it was on the street, it would definitely attract the attention of the whole street.

But at home, it seems a bit too grand when you are alone.

"No, I'm just worried about you!"

Constantine instantly became serious and put on the same tricks he often used when picking up girls.

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