The Knights of the DC House

Looking at the demon Belur walking towards him from behind, John could only raise his eyebrows and said in a nonchalant manner, "Do we know each other?" After all, the hell demons he dealt with were basically big bosses and could do everything.

John really had no impression of Belur, an existence based on fairy tales and myths and legends, but that didn't mean he underestimated Belur, a demon who could be specifically named by Lucifer, the Lord of Hell.

Not going anywhere.

"You are famous, John Constantine." Belur also recognized John's record of playing with the three First Fallen. Throughout the ages, John Constantine is the only one who can play with the highest level demon kings in hell.

one person.

"Wow, it seems that even a demon knows my record now. I'm a bit flattered." Faced with Belur's compliments, Johnpi said with a smile. Looking at the pool full of corpses in front of him, this

Then he asked: "What is this for?"

"Didn't you see that I'm building a swimming pool?" Belur teased, stretching out a fat foot to stir the pool before saying: "You know, this is a very patient job, I have to

To maintain the activity of the blood, we have to wait until the flesh and blood on these corpses melt into blood, and when the bones are finally removed, the swimming pool is completed. As a man, it is very important to stay in shape."

"Um, about that." John glanced at the other parts of Belur's body except for his hands and feet, which are like human beings, and directly said: "There is still a certain gap between you and the word man, right?"

Only John, a guy who has been running around in hell and on earth, can deliberately mock an unknown devil under such circumstances. It seems that John really said something embarrassing. Belur was a little embarrassed.

Angry and angry, he grabbed John, covered his collar to his neck with his big hands, and lifted him directly to the swimming pool.

"John Constantine, watch your words and don't forget the purpose of your coming."

"Ha, I thought you didn't know what I was here for." Even though he was lifted up in mid-air by Berulir, John still maintained his teasing words and said in a leisurely manner.

When John said this, Belur remembered the purpose of coming to see John this time, put John back on the ground, and then said: "So, how did you find me? I thought you would have to wait a little longer.

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"I have my own way." He straightened out the wrinkles on his clothes, held on to the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, and blew a smoke ring directly into Beluer's face. "Then what do you want me to do?

, will return Tracy’s soul.”

Showing an ugly smile, Belur turned his back to John and said, "I want you to do what you do best, exorcise demons."

"Exorcism? What on earth do you want to do, Belur." John became vigilant. One of the most important principles when dealing with demons is not to believe every word the demon says. The best way is to control the right to speak from the beginning.

In his own hands, however, Belur did not answer John's question directly. Instead, he walked towards the red curtain in the room and invited John: "Why don't you take a walk with me, and you will know my purpose."

Already."

"It's a pleasure."

Lighting a cigarette again, John followed Belur and walked towards the back of the curtain. As soon as he stepped in, John felt as if he had entered another space. The smooth wooden boards were from the 1920s and 1930s.

The lights in the ballroom and the well-dressed men and women dancing to the music all look normal. However, this is the territory of the demon Belur. How could it be so simple? The guards walking among the dancing crowd are all demons in suits.

, the whip raised in his hand was slapping wildly. If any man or woman failed to keep up with the rhythm and danced randomly, they would be beaten to pieces.

The band on the second floor was playing. Each musician was a demon with a ferocious face, and the instruments used were different from the usual ones. A naked woman was tied to the harp. Every time she used her claws to wave the strings, there would be high pressure.

Electric current passed through, and the sound of the piano accompanied by the woman's scream came out. On the jazz drum instrument, a man was lying on the drum set in a big glyph shape, with spikes piercing his limbs, and nails with nails.

The stick hit his abdomen hard. Every time he swung it, there was a trace of blood and minced meat. The dull drum sound also came from every blow. Almost every musical instrument here was connected to the human body.

The playing of each instrument is accompanied by the same sound and screams, and these sounds blend together to play a hellish concerto unique to the devil.

"Is this hell?" Looking at this familiar scene, John asked with a heavy expression.

"Congratulations, you were right, this is hell, the hell that belongs to me." Belur said with some pride. With a wave of his hand, the curtain of a black-and-white movie of the last century appeared in the center of the stage, and a demon randomly

A man and a woman on the dance floor were caught and thrown directly into the curtain. Screaming subtitles also appeared on the curtain. The man and woman who were thrown in were tortured and killed in various ways by the demons that appeared inside.

Looking at the panic-stricken faces inside in the face of all kinds of death, Bellour looked like he was enjoying himself. "Look at this city, John, do you know what you call it in the world? Sex and the City." Bellour asked himself.

He said to himself. "Backed by Hollywood, there are many young people here who want to fly into the sky. Their desires are pure enough, and the characteristics of their souls are delicious enough. What I need to do is to get something for nothing when they want it."

When you provide a little temptation, you can get a delicious soul."

"So, you want to open a hell of a chain in Los Angeles?"

"Extremely accurate, John, I'm starting to like you." Belur praised and continued: "But there are several demons who have noticed the characteristics of this city like me. Their strength is no less than mine, and they have peers.

If I compete with you, what should I do? John, the answer is to drive all these colleagues back to hell. I will have the soul of this city to myself. This is why I came to you."

"You can't find me, so you let me come to you by myself by attacking my friend's daughter. It's a smart move, Belur. Then I'll take care of it first, and I'll drive the other demons in Los Angeles back to hell, and you

Just give Tracey’s soul back to me, right?”

"That's right."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's end this boring drama quickly."

"Of course, after you deal with those demons, you know where to find me. After dealing with us for so many years, you should understand better than us how much we attach importance to the observance of the contract."

With a snap of his fingers, the scene in front of John disappeared without a trace. Even Belur was not seen. Looking around, he realized that he was in front of the gate of the mansion, with the same blank look on his face.

Chas, who was looking around, saw John's appearance and ran over quickly. "John, what's going on!"

"It's nothing, Chas, it's just a deal with the devil. Let's go, we have to go back to our old business." Without saying anything, John opened the car door and got in. Chas had no choice but to get in the car first and start the car.

Car, leave this devil's street.

On the way back to the city, John also told Chas all the conversations he had with Beruel, which made Chas, who had been frowning, soothed. Exorcising the devil can get his daughter's soul back. In this case, Chas

Si didn't have much to worry about. After all, when he and John worked together before, they exorcised countless demons. This task made him feel relieved.

Instead, John, who had been looking at the scenery outside the window, seemed to have suddenly seen something, and shouted directly to Chas on the side: "Stop! Chas!"

Being stimulated by John, Chas also applied the emergency brake. Before he could complain a few words, John had already unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and walked towards a bar called Los Angeles opposite the car.

"Seriously! Are you still in the mood to drink at this time?!" Chas cursed angrily at his friend through the car window.

"Relax, old friend, it's just a glass of wine." John said without looking back, and then walked towards the bar. Just at this time, an old man passed by, and suddenly turned his head to look at John, pointing his finger at the bar.

, his face was dull, and his eyes flashed with white light.

Sure enough, looking at the actions of the old man, John also thought silently in his mind, why he asked Chas to stop. It was because just when he was sitting in the car, the driver of a bridge passing by his car.

He also behaved the same way as the old man just now, with a dull look on his face, pointing to the Los Angeles bar sign in front of him, and then sprinted away. Counting the time in the residential building before, it was three times in total. Since coming to this city,

These weird experiences made John feel that the disappearance of his friend's daughter's soul was just a bait, and there was something bigger behind it. Now, he was gradually approaching the truth.

Pushing open the door, the bell hanging on the door attracted the attention of the customers who were drinking inside, but only for a moment. The unlit cigarette was hanging in his mouth. When John saw the no-smoking sign, he gave up and left.

After going to the bartender and ordering a glass of malt liquor, he sat at the bar and scanned the crowd. There was nothing abnormal. Everyone here behaved like the most normal ordinary people. Then John also believed that the person who let him in

You definitely don’t let yourself drink.

"Good evening, John." Just as John was looking around, a young girl in hot clothes sat down next to him and said hello to him. At this time, the bartender also left the bar.

Only John and this young girl, whom he didn't know yet, were left at the bar.

"You asked me to come here? What should I call you?" John said without hesitation, scanning every part of the young girl in front of him with his eyes.

And this young girl directly grabbed John's tie, pulled it in front of her, and pressed a pair of red lips on it. After a passionate kiss, she said faintly: "You can call me Los Angeles."

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