Cars drive quietly on the road.

Li Zu crossed Erlang's legs, his left hand on the car window, his right hand had already reached into his pocket, pinching a red lightning bolt, ready to send an omega ray at any time to end everything.

The interior of the car is extremely simple, with plastic handcuffs that look like children's toys and police toy badges, and it is estimated that before this, the passenger in the co-pilot was not very old.

"It seems that this guy behind the scenes can not only control a person on a large scale, but also control it completely unreasonably."

So far, Li Zu's only ability to control others is to cast a spell through the Imperius Curse, but the Imperius Curse has little success rate when encountering people with mental strength, even Dumbledore with the Elder Wand cannot guarantee 100% success.

After casting, the chance of being freed is not small.

But the other party can control a person at will, if this ability is handed over to Li Zu, he will even dare to declare his domination of the earth after half an hour, and guarantee global supporters.

After half an hour, in front of a street where there were no people, the car braked sharply and stopped.

"Who are you?"

The driver looked at Li Zu in horror.

Li Zu was not surprised, he knew that the other party could not control a person all the time, this must be a short-term one, and he had to always put his own spirit on the body of the controlled object.

He raised his hand and grabbed the police toy document in front of him, and when he backhanded, it had already become a document: "I'm a policeman!" ”

"Police...... Mr. Policeman, why are you in my car? The driver asked tremblingly.

"Borrow your car to ride"

Li Zu had already gotten out of the car, and the driver wanted to say something, but looking at the documents in Li Zu's hand, he still closed his mouth and drove away.

"Just leave me here?"

He looked left and right, and there was very little traffic on the street.

"Go there"

A girl in a pink coat walked five meters away from Li Zu and stretched out her finger.

Li Zu looked in the direction of his finger, it was a bar.

"Go there"

This time it was a boy who spoke.

The people on the street stopped one after another, staring at Li Zu and pointing to the bar.

Such a strange scene, if ordinary people saw it, they would definitely scream loudly in fright.

Their expressions did not fluctuate, and they quietly stretched out their hands to point.

"Really welcoming"

Li Zuyi grinned and walked towards the bar.

As he walked, the people around him "woke up", and they each looked at each other, dazed, not knowing why they were doing this.

Pushing open the door of the bar, Li Zu turned his head to look at the people around him.

Voldemort behind him gave a warning, and Li Zu followed the warning and looked at the curly-haired woman in a sexy short skirt.

The right leg of the high heels is slightly cocked, and the plump red lips are smeared with rich red lips.

A woman who is completely tied to the word "sexy".

Li Zu sat opposite her, glanced at the woman's deep chest, slowly moved up with an admiring gaze, and finally looked into her eyes.

"Nice to meet again" she leaned forward slightly, her right hand supporting her chin.

"It's You"

Li Zu has determined that since he came to Los Angeles, everyone he has met along the way has a relationship with the woman in front of him.

"Some people call me Angela, but most people call me ......"

Her eyes have changed, exactly the same as those outside who have made eye contact with Li Zu, she is the "person behind the scenes".

Li Zuan resisted the idea of grabbing the other party's hand and turning it into a toy, a terrible woman, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would succeed, and Voldemort had always been warned.

Her hand was on the back of Li Zu's hand first.

The wand came out from behind her and landed on the woman's hand.

Voldemort had quietly appeared beside Li Zu, looking at the woman condescendingly.

The woman retracted her hand, and she smiled, "Your servant is unreasonable. ”

"If you know who he really is, then you can believe that he is very polite now."

Voldemort's greeting is usually opened with "Avada Suo".

Li Zu also believed that Voldemort would never act without permission, he must have his own reasons, Li Zu transformed himself into a Kryptonian body as soon as possible, although he looked like he hadn't changed much now, but it was completely different inside and out.

The ambiguous atmosphere is broken by two uninteresting men, and the woman retracts the smile on her face.

"What do most of them call you?" Li Zu asked.

He didn't seem to notice the change in atmosphere at all.

"It doesn't matter what the title is, I am the city" Her appearance began to change in front of Li Zu.

But from just now, the rest of the bar seemed to be ignoring the changes here, they were both blind to Voldemort's appearance and the changes in the woman.

She became a chieftain, then an ancient knight in armor, then a soldier.

Men and women, she keeps changing.

Until the end, she will be the final appearance.

"I am the city."

"The will of the city?"

"Call me that, so to speak."

"Can you explain the purpose of coming to me?"

"Lord from Gotham City, there are demons in this city that are wreaking, and I need your demons to get rid of them."

"Lord from Gotham......" Li Zu frowned, if the woman opposite was not talking about it, and the meaning of the words was that he was also a demon himself.

Li Zu thought secretly in his heart: "If in Etrigen's words, the evil god who chased me to this world can also be regarded as a high-ranking god, and can barely be regarded as a demon?" I'm more disgusting than a demon in appearance, is she confusing me with Shin Gods? ”

The only connection between him and the new gods is the uncontrollable state that he has become after the "beastification", and they belong to the same world in terms of breath.

The strength of that state is not strong, and the force value is not large, so Li Zu rarely uses it, he doesn't want to use "beastization" in his heart, as if he will really become a bloodthirsty beast and never return.

"There is danger in this," Li Zu neither admitted nor denied.

"I'll hand over chips that interest you, like ......" her fingers ran over her deep V neckline, her red tongue poking out slightly.

"That's right, I'm very interested in your body"

It's just the kind that becomes my toy, he added to himself.

"This is a collaboration, I think you will be satisfied, or do you want to pay yourself early?" Her hand reached for Li Zu again, but stopped when it was about to touch the back of Li Zu's hand.

Voldemort didn't stretch out his wand, but she sensed the danger.

Now Li Zu is in the state of Kryptonite, no matter who the other party is, even if it is the God of the Apocalypse Star, he dares to come with an uppercut, not to mention that the other party is just the will of a city.

Li Zu stood up: "Seven, I won't let go of one, don't worry." ”

"Seven?" The woman was stunned.

"That's right, seven" Li Zu didn't explain, Voldemort followed him, looking at the woman vigilantly, and the old wand in his hand was not put down.

"It's time for me to go"

Li Zu turned to leave, walked out of the bar, and Voldemort, who was floating behind Li Zu, was seen by passers-by, who pointed at Voldemort in horror, screaming and running away.

"I can smell it," Voldemort said, standing beside Li Zu.

Voldemort rarely spoke.

"What?" Li Zu believed that Voldemort would never say something for no reason.

"By the Elder Wand," he said, "it was it, he smelled the breath of the underworld." ”

Voldemort raised his wand in his hand, skinny fingers, and gently stroked it.

A look of obsession.

"The breath of the underworld?"

"The breath of the underworld, not very strong, is around here."

"A down-and-out thing that might have something to do with death? Do you need it badly? ”

Li Zu has clearly felt the lack of Voldemort's strength, and his magic occupies the apex in the Harry Potter world, but in this world of demons, angels, and gods at every turn, Voldemort's magic power can barely reach the second line, and may even be the third line of power.

Although Li Zu does not have the body of a Kryptonian, his strength is not even ranked in the third line.

But now he relies on Omega rays and Kryptonian bodies, and even the Apocalypse dares to call for it.

"A unique and charming aura that complements my soul and satisfies the Elder Wand." Voldemort murmured.

"You still want to make Horcruxes?" Li Zu heard the hints in his words.

He turned into Dumbledore, holding a toy-replica of the Elder Wand.

Although the toy replica of the Elder Wand is much worse than the original, it is still a first-class wand.

"There's nothing wrong with the Imperius Curse."

"You should know that I won't let you reforge the Horcrux again," Li Zu said.

"You will control the will in the Horcruxes, and you will control me more perfectly"

When he said this, Voldemort's expression became very hideous, it was the will suppressed by the Imperius Curse was resisting, and the dignified Voldemort did not want to be controlled and reduced to a servant.

"Then, this guy who has something to do with the breath of the underworld seems to be very important."

Improving Voldemort's strength is also the most important idea of Li Zu after coming to Los Angeles.

A kind old man with a white beard in a white wizard's robe, and a skinny, ghostly man in a black robe flew side by side into the sky, heading into the distance.

A building.

"Here it is"

Voldemort stopped.

"It's a magical enchantment" After incarnating Dumbledore, Li Zu could perceive the magical enchantment circulating in the space, which was very tough.

He took out his wand at the same time as Voldemort.

"What spell should I use, a lockpicking charm, or a ......?"

"Avada suo!" A miserable green light had erupted from the Elder Wand in Voldemort's palm.

Whitebeard trembled: "I know." ”

……

Ten minutes ago,

In the building, in a room with the lights on, John Constantine sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and kept scrolling on his phone.

Chas sat across from him, scratching his hair vigorously.

"John, my daughter was captured by a demon, and you are now playing on your phone?"

"It's not about playing with the phone, it's about reading the data" John put down the phone, and a magic circle was depicted on it.

"What is this?" Chas looked at the magic array, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Chas, do you think I can deal with five demons?"

"Ha, of course you can't...... Wait, you won't have any crazy ideas! ”

Chas can remember the madness of John Constantine.

"We don't have five, we can't even deal with one."

John said, picking up the fruit knife on the table, he cut his palm, and began to draw the magic circle on the floor.

"Who are you going to ask for help?"

"Mictlan Tekutli"

"M, Mikter!" Chas was shocked: "The Grim Reaper? ”

"He's a good deal to trade with."

Through the magic circle, John enters a strange underground world.

The bones of the livestock here are piled up, the internal organs are crawled by flies and insects, and the stench, the smell of blood, is poured into the nose and mouth.

John raised his hand and waved it in front of him, fanning away the buzzing flies.

"How did you find me?" There was a voice in the darkness, he was like a whisper, like a dream, gloomy, hoarse, suddenly in the distance, and suddenly close to the ear.

"You're not going to hide, you want your followers to find you" John stared at the figure that was approaching in the darkness: "Your magic array is hanging on your home page." ”

"That's right, I want to be back at the top again......"

The figure gradually stepped out, his head almost reaching the top of the earth and rock, his body thin enough to see his ribs.

A skeletal face with hands hanging down to the knees.

This is the Grim Reaper, Miktran Tkutli.

"Once upon a time, I had a million believers," his huge foot stopped half a meter in front of John.

Looking down, head down.

He said: "At that time, I enjoyed absolute glory, but now, I can only rely on the flesh and blood of these creatures that died naturally to maintain my existence! Like a mouse! ”

"But I still have the power," he said, reaching out to John.

John wailed in pain, but he couldn't break free of the big hand.

"Wait, I think ......"

John just wanted to speak.

"Avada suo!" A grim voice came from behind.

Then came a gentle, but energetic old voice: "Divided! ”

Two green rays of light crashed against Mictlan Tecutli's massive body, a huge target that could be hit with his eyes closed.

"Bugs! Bugger! Bugger! Death left John behind and rushed towards the intruder.

The attack just now made his body suffer from severe pain.

……

John was thrown to the ground and rolled around a few times until he hit the wall.

He rubbed his shoulders and turned to look at the comer.

A figure dressed in black, the other party looked a little similar to Mictlan Turkli, terrifying, with the same despair, the breath of death.

Standing next to the black-clothed monster was a white-bearded old man.

John could find dozens of words in his head to describe each other, but summed it up in one word, and that was "good guy."

"How did they get in?" John opened his mouth slightly: "This is the god of death, even if he is seriously injured and on the verge of destruction, he is still a god." ”

"I hope we didn't disturb you talking," the old man smiled, his wide sleeves spread, and from his sleeves came out one after another of the same toys of the old man with the white beard.

The toy grew bigger in an instant.

Densely, a hundred, or two hundred?

"Avada suo!"

The stout green spell slammed into Death's body, and John, who had been hiding far away, curled up for fear of being contaminated by the green light.

The power of a ray of light may just be difficult for him to deal with, but when the number reaches a hundred, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes!

When the green light disappeared and the Grim Reaper Mictlan Tekutli fell to the ground, he was not dead.

John noticed that the old man with the white beard was panting for breath on his knees, and he was a little unsteady on his feet, while the remaining one or two hundred old men with white beard retracted, turned into toys, and then exploded one by one, turning into pieces of cloth and cotton.

"Almost, it was drained, and one-tenth of Gotham was directly gone."

"Mictlan Turkley is ......" John stood up, looking at the almost vaporized magical underworld.

"Are you alright, sir?" John saw the white-bearded old man take out a large pile of potions and pour them into his mouth.

It took a few minutes before he stopped.

"To fight the boss, you have to take drugs," the white-bearded old man smiled at John.

John felt strange psychologically, a kind old man's mouth, the words "fighting monsters" and "taking drugs" popped out, which always made people feel weird.

The silent black figure also slowly floated towards the Grim Reaper, Mictlan Turkli, who raised his wand and approached the Grim Reaper gently.

Death is horrified: "What is this?" ”