Dark Savages Come To the United States

A group of people drove in the direction of the Osiris Club, and it was quite peaceful along the way, which lasted until Constantine spoke.

"I think you may not be able to find any living people. That place is full of wandering undead. By the way, those undead are disappearing rapidly."

When Constantine spoke, he was as lazy as ever, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled as he spoke.

The current hell has been completely sealed off, and even the souls that should have been taken away by them are now wandering in the world until they follow the gravitational force of death to the kingdom of the dead.

Without the guidance of hell, the soul stays for a long time now.

But the dissipation of the souls of these dead people is a bit weird.

"What?"

Captain Demio frowned, then slammed on the brakes.

Hellboy's head hit the car frame, and the hard horns rubbed off sparks.

"Fuck!"

A curse came out of Hellboy's mouth, and then he forcefully opened the car door and rushed into the Osiris Club.

Hellboy and honoring human beings are undoubtedly on the side of human beings. He even grew up with human education and is full of righteous blood.

His blood can ignite paper, which is a demon's racial talent.

"I have to say, there seems to be some old acquaintances of mine in there?"

Constantine walked out of the car leisurely, then took out the knuckles in his pocket and put them on his hands.

This was just for show, he didn't intend to use force, because it was not easy for the people present to hurt his old acquaintance.

"Your acquaintance? That's really sad news."

Captain Demio drew his pistol from its holster, then rolled his eyes at Constantine.

Demiou knew Constantine quite well, after all, this man's information had already filled the entire file cabinet of M11.

"I said, is there something wrong with you? Or have you become a man-eating tiger and you are crazy? I'm not good at dealing with lunatics. The lunatic I met last time almost broke my head."

Constantine faltered and walked behind Hellboy, not forgetting to attack Captain Demio by the way, he is not the kind of guy who is ridiculed and laughed off.

As an "experienced" psychic, Captain Demio's cover-up doesn't help much.

The smell from the demon was so strong it made him want to sneeze.

"Then you better hope that a lunatic like me won't do what the last one didn't!"

Demio switched from holding the gun to a tactical posture, and followed with the flashlight stuck on the lower end of the pistol.

It's just that the expression on his face is better.

According to the information, Constantine would never fight against a dead person, he would only watch that person fall into a trap with a smile.

Being retorted is a good thing in a sense, at least it shows that Constantine did not intend to pay the "price".

The other members of M11 also stopped their cars and followed behind, raising their guns in their hands.

"What caused this?"

Hellboy felt a little uncomfortable looking at the dead body whose head had been lifted off the ground. It wasn't that he couldn't accept the tragic scene, but that he felt that his blood seemed to be boiling since he came to this place.

The slowly growing itching on the horns made him a little irritable.

"Reading memory from the brain is a method of investigation that is not popular with demons. Only fragments of memory can be obtained in this way."

Constantine patted Hellboy on the shoulder, then looked seriously at the innermost room.

He could feel the soul of a psychic mage over there fighting against the enemy, and he was not too familiar with the breath of this enemy.

So he didn't say something like "Have you tried that" to set the mood.

"Perhaps the psychic is doing his best to resist?"

Constantine spoke in a somewhat strange tone, and Hellboy and Damio immediately became alert.

Demio waved his hand and made a tactical gesture, making the members of M11 ready to shoot at any time. Then he nodded towards Constantine.

"Hello! Mephisto's clone! Long time no see, how are you doing!?"

Constantine tentatively shouted in the direction of the room, like a star on stage greeting fans.

It has to be said that Constantine has a large group of diehard fans, and the enthusiasm for his soul is enough to make most human fans feel ashamed.

Then that old gentleman-like guy appeared in front of them.

"Constantine!"

Mephisto's tone was full of dissatisfaction. He held a white-haired female soul in his hand, and that soul could only pinch Mephisto's arm with his nails weakly.

This is what Constantine meant by "resistance".

Such is the powerlessness of the human soul when it meets Mephisto.

The moment Mephisto appeared, the dense rain of bullets drowned him out.

"stop!"

Constantine yelled loudly, but fortunately his yelling was still effective, but not every shooter would heed his request.

Damio raised his hand to stop the shooting, and then stared at the old gentleman in front of him who was riddled with holes.

"Nice to see you again, but what are you eyeing here?"

Constantine didn't care about the fact that his order had no effect, he casually played with the knuckles in his hand and said to Mephisto.

"I'm just completing a contract."

Mephisto's body returned to its original form in the blink of an eye.

It's as if those special bullets didn't work.

"Niwei? Don't say you can get her soul, she is almost immortal."

"Okay John, you know I won't expose information because of your words, we are too familiar with each other."

The soul of Mrs. Hatton held in Mephisto's hand began to dim. The soul of this poor psychic is no match for the Lord of Hell, even if it is only facing a clone.

"It seems that you have not been idle during this period, and you have become stronger. This is something worthy of congratulations. But do you need me to read the content of the last contract?"

Constantine gestured exaggeratedly with the hand holding the cigarette, and by the way, he winked at Hellboy.

He is not afraid to provoke Mephisto in front of him, or in other words, only by provoking the other party can he have a chance to get the news they need.

"boom!"

Hellboy blasted the head of Mephisto's clone with a single shot from his new toy, and then the stone arm pulled Mrs. Hatton back from the brink of disappearing.

"I've got what I want, what are you going to do?"

The figure of Mephisto appeared in another position, and then he adjusted the hat on his head and said.

Now he is aloof, and finally has the appearance of a hellish monarch.

"Big guy, I mean you just punch him, not let you shoot him."

Constantine ignored Mephisto, but yelled at Hellboy, and now he is still trying to provoke him.

"I'll understand next time."

Hellboy replied in a low voice, and then his fist landed on Mephisto's face.

"Just like it is now!"

"pretty!"

Constantine took a few steps forward, and then took Mrs. Hatton's soul from Hellboy.

He is not a half-hearted psychic, but a serious psychic.

So he doesn't need to spit other people's souls out of his mouth to complete the communication.

"Fire!"

Captain Demio fired first, and then the flashlight hit Mephisto directly in the face.

Strong light is very suitable for disturbing enemies in the dark, but even a clone of Mephisto would not be classified as a "person".

Intensive gunfire sounded again, but Mephisto killed a small half of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.

The way of killing like a deep sleep made Constantine frown.

"Man, it seems that you have changed your way of existence? Or how many souls have you absorbed?"

"John, we won't be too far away when we meet again, and I really hope to see your face trampled by a leather boot."

Mephisto disappeared into this place with his freshly harvested spoils.

Obviously, Hellboy's fist is not so easy for him to bear.

"What shall we do now?"

Demio looked at Constantine with a strange expression on his face, took out an injection and stuck it in his leg.

Emotional fluctuations would turn him into a monster like a killer tiger, and inhibitors became his must-have.

"I foresaw the resurrection of Niwei, she will return eventually!"

Mrs. Hatton's soul uttered a shout that hit the soul directly, and the people present couldn't help covering their ears.

"Huh? I don't intend to confront Niwei directly. That kind of existence has never been my job category."

Constantine took out a cigarette and refilled it, and then scattered the soul of Mrs. Hatton beside him.

A psychic who cannot meet danger has little power over Constantine.

"Will you let ordinary people intervene in the face of demons? On the contrary, we are ordinary people in front of Niwei."

Constantine looked around and spoke to Hellboy and Demio.

...

"What's the matter? Bull Casso?"

Gu Yi sat on the co-pilot of the pickup and asked Dub Kasso who was driving.

Just now Bulkelso seemed to feel something and his expression was tense for a moment, but it immediately turned into suspicion.

"I seem to feel a little Andariel's breath? But it's too faint, I can't be sure."

Bulkelso slammed on the accelerator to make the car go faster.

London is just ahead, and the driving on this road sounds steady, although "slightly" a bit speeding.

Bulkelso agreed to take Jill on a self-driving tour, and the Frank family was also in the car at this time.

Seat belts and a windshield were added to the car. The seat belts were made by Bulkelso himself, but the car glass was bought by him from S.H.I.E.L.D.

He still didn't want to polish the gem a little bit, it was too much patience.

Rorschach in the car was hugging his knees and wearing a windbreaker and looking at the stars. Rorschach, who was used to the life of a homeless man, had long been accustomed to this.

Bruce Wayne went home directly, saying that he had something to deal with.

And he appeared on the two pickups together because of Bulkelso's intention.

Endless fighting will only make people numb to killing, and he needs to take a break recently.

"Andariel?"

"The king of pain and suffering, although she has a pair of good legs that everyone will pay attention to, she is still too ugly."

Bulkelso explained a little and calmed Frank's curiosity.

Andariel is the one with the most eye-catching appearance among the seven devil kings.

In total, it has three pairs of legs and one pair of hands.

Two pairs of legs are spiky like those of a spider, but the ones used for walking are the ones that really stand out.

There were also a pair of black stockings on those legs. No one knew how the legs with sheep's feet at the bottom were put on silk stockings.

The end of the abdomen can spray a large sticky web like a spider, and the slit on the abdomen can spray highly poisonous shells.

"That guy is tough, she is good at inflicting pain on others, and every attack can make people feel heartbroken."

When Bulkelso said this, there was some nostalgia in his expression, the pain was an experience that was still fresh in people's memory.

"Thank you 'ignore the pain'!"

Bulkeso muttered silently in his heart.

"Well, I just want to know if Andariel has woken up."

Gu Yi said calmly, and at the same time showed a peaceful smile to Jill who was sleeping soundly in the back seat.

Faced with an enemy that she is unable to directly confront, her choice is to face it calmly, whether it is sacrifice or victory.

"No, she is that kind of restless demon. If she had awakened, she would have been exposed to my sight. I think it might just be that she chose a host, just like those archangels."

Bulkasso patted the steering wheel, looking a little impatient.

He really wanted to have a drink or two, but he can't drink alcohol while driving, and he hasn't had a drink all day...

Even if he wanted Frank to drive the vehicle, he couldn't do it, because the force required by this car to step on the accelerator and clutch was beyond the reach of ordinary humans.

"Then shall we continue our journey?"

Gu looked at the sky where the stars and moon hung high and said, she would teach Loki tomorrow morning, and then send Loki to Harrogas to spend some time with his brother.

Thanks to the teleportation magic, she can arrange her time properly.

"Why not? I promised Jill that."

Bulkeso leaned back, tucking his massive body into the middle of the seat.

"Well, I always feel that something is going to happen in England. Ever since you brought Harrogas into this world, the incident seems to have been around the people around you."

Gu Yi twisted the seat height adjuster, but failed to make the seat reclined, so he patted Bulkasso's arm.

Bulkelso stepped on the brakes and helped Gu Yi adjust the angle of the seat before continuing to drive silently.

"Beep beep~"

"Sorry, I need to answer the phone."

Gu Yi took out a ringing mobile phone from his sleeve, and gestured to the people in the car.

Jill had fallen asleep in Frank's arms.

The father put Jill across the car seat and held his son's head.

Fortunately, the car was big enough for Jill to fall asleep lying flat without curling her legs.

Bulkelso nodded, then continued to concentrate on driving.

"You mean that Nivi is resurrected? Okay, I happen to be going to London, and I'm already on my way. I will stop her when she shows up."

Gu talked on the phone in a low voice, and glanced at Bulkelso.

When she pressed the phone down, she saw Frank's surprised eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought the communication between mages would be more 'magic'."

Frank's voice was very low, for fear of waking his son.

"That costs mana, and the phone costs a little money."

Gu Yi said with ease.

A mage is not a primitive person, why use that laborious way to communicate when there is a convenient way?

"So what's going on in London?"

Bulkelso's beard trembled and he said, he suddenly felt that something would happen wherever he appeared.

Although he didn't care much about Niwei.

Compared to Nivi, who didn't know what she looked like, Andariel's legs were more interesting.

"Yes, a mage hundreds of years ago in London is about to be resurrected, or she never died."

Gu stuffed the phone back into his sleeve, then took out a sandwich and told Nivi's story briefly while eating.

"There is no life without an end. The person you mentioned may have just hidden from the eyes of death, or was rejected by death. Think about it, the mage who was dismembered but still 'alive' has encountered How much suffering? Death is the greatest justice and mercy to life."

Bulkelso said a few more words, but no one in the car believed what he said.

Frank had heard from Jill the story of Bulkasso's battle against death itself, and Ancient One had experienced it himself.

"So……"

"Masail is an exception, or death with an independent personality is no longer fair."

Bulkelso looked at the brightly lit city ahead and said, he didn't really want to answer questions about death.

"Who can really be fair? As long as there are thoughts and desires, fairness is only a relative existence. At most, at most, it is the line close to fairness."

"Who knows, let's drive faster, and hope that the mages in London can clean up their residences."

Gu said in a low voice.

...

"So your method is to tell these, um, mages? Is this the kind of place where mage organizations live?"

Damio watched Constantine walk out of an inconspicuous building without any plaque on it.

Neither he nor Hellboy went in, just waiting for Constantine to complete the task of notification.

"Do you still want to hang a sign on the door, which says Master's House?"

Constantine took out a pack of cigarettes from Demio's breast pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and put the rest into his pocket.

"I just wonder why we've never heard of a group like this."

Damio snatched back his own cigarette from Constantine's pocket, then took out one and put it on his mouth, then looked at Constantine's sneer when he lit his cigarette with his lighter. The blue veins jumped.

"Could it be that you have appeared in the sight of ordinary people? They are all the same, but the levels are different."

Constantine returned the lighter in his hand to Damio and said casually.

"To be honest, I know that mages exist."

Hellboy pulled out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking vaguely.

He has no problem with not being the leader of the team, it's better to say that it makes him feel relieved not to use his brain.

"You bastard with a baboon face, do you mean you have a very high level!"

Demio lit the lighter several times but failed to catch it, and angrily threw the lighter into Constantine's arms.

Constantine smiled cheaply, lit a cigarette for Demio, and then accepted the gift from Demio.

He loves the gift, the kind of banter that builds trust, even if it's just what he thinks it is.

"Scarface, I don't want to continue arguing with you. The monsters you've seen may not be even a fraction of what I can deal with!"

"Okay, both of you, now is not the time to continue arguing. Look at the crack in front, do you want to take a look?"

Constantine pointed to the crack emitting white light in front, and then walked over first.

"Dude, that's a passage from another dimension!"

Hellboy grabbed Constantine's hand and shouted.

No one noticed when the crack appeared.

Damio spit out the cigarette he just took a puff and immediately took out his pistol.

His actions are always swift in the face of the unknown.

"I know, but obviously that passage is for one of us, why don't we go there together?"

Constantine patted Hellboy's big hand and said with a gentle smile.

"Well, I hope I can come back after the past."

Hellboy put away his hands and took steps.

Damio's face was extremely troubled. Judging from Constantine's reputation, it is very likely that he will never come back after this trip.

"Don't worry, you'll be back."

Constantine waved towards Demio.

"You will definitely come back, but it's not necessarily the case with him."

Damio put away the gun, then bent down to pick up the cigarette that was still extinguished and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Of course, I will always make others sacrifice, because my life is worth more than other people's life."

Constantine looked at Demio and smiled again.

"The premise is that we have to do multiple-choice questions."

After finishing speaking, the three of them directly passed through the crack and entered a pure white space.

A house with long legs in the distance was walking towards them steadily, and folded its legs in front of them.

"I think it's better to let Dabing go first."

Constantine stopped Hellboy, then raised his chin at Demio.

"It's best if you remember to drag me out when you encounter danger."

Demio took out the gun in front of him, tilted his head and walked towards the door.

"I think the person this guy wants to see is you. If you go in first, then Dabing and I probably won't be able to leave."

Constantine explained to Hellboy.

Compared with these two guys who know nothing about the conspiracy of Hellboy, it is impossible to lead the bastard Konstantin in terms of intelligence.

And Constantine is still hesitating whether he should kill Hellboy to avoid greater trouble.

He hasn't had the experience of excess kindness for a long time.

And now he doesn't plan to divide his soul again.

This chapter is the guaranteed chapter on the 13th, and there will be more codes in the future.

The statistics of debt repayment and addition will be calculated at the end of this week.

To be honest, I think I'm quite proud of the dialogue and the small movements of the characters I designed...