Konstantin was smoking a cigarette.

His face was haggard and lonely, his eyes were sunken, he swallowed clouds and mist, and between his breaths, the flame of the "Silk Card" cigarette kept getting closer, accumulating slender and narrow ashes.

Elsewhere, for example, in a dark, damp city alley, in a dimly lit basement, Konstantin smoking a cigarette would definitely make a dark-toned caricature.

But in this long and narrow corridor where everyone is dressed in suits and leather shoes, shoulder to shoulder, and the flow is endless, Konstantin's presence is extremely abrupt.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Konstantin, but smoking is not allowed here."

Amanda Waller, who was short and stocky, stood in front of Konstantin with a document in her hand, and said in a cold tone with an expressionless face: "If you don't mind, please put out the cigarette." ”

Konstantin didn't squeak, just squinted his eyes and swept over the black woman, scanning the hallway.

That's right, here is that white house in Washington, the heart of American power.

Seeing Konstantin like this, Amanda didn't insist, just kept a straight face and said indifferently: "Come with me." ”

She led Konstantin to turn left and right, skirting the corridors and finally arriving at a reception room.

Also known as the Green Room, this reception room is listed as the five main rooms on the State Floor of the White House, along with the State Banquet Room, the Red Room, the Blue Room, and the East Room.

The green room is small in scale, and the color tone is mainly green, which looks fresh and pleasant.

Konstantin walked into the room with a big prick, sat down on the soft sofa, pressed the smoked silk cigarette into the ashtray at will, took out the cigarette case under Amanda Waller's indifferent gaze, and said indifferently,

"The Green Room was used by Jefferson as a private dining room, Monroe used to play cards, and during the Civil War, President Lincoln's 11-year-old third son, William, lay dead of pneumonia — and Mrs. Lincoln hasn't set foot in it since."

Amanda Waller raised her eyebrows and asked indifferently, "You still care about the history of this house?" ”

"Sort of."

Konstantin shrugged his shoulders and jumped out of the pocket of his trench coat a crumpled volume of the White House Tourist Guide, "You also know that I am a warlock and can see things that ordinary people can't.

In fact, William Wallace Lincoln did not leave after his death, his soul rested in this room, refusing to be freed.

If you're willing to give hundreds of thousands of dollars, I'm willing to put in the effort to build an exorcism circle and return him to God's arms. ”

In the face of Konstantin's nonsense, Amanda Waller only said one word, "Hehe." ”

"If you don't believe it, forget it."

Konstantin rolled his eyes, "After Lincoln was killed, William Jr.'s body was taken out and placed in his father's hearse and traveled across the country - do you know how painful it is for the dead?"

Moreover, President Lincoln's funeral cost $7,000 at the time, while William Jr.'s body cost only $10 — if you were in medieval Europe, your disregard for the prince would be punishable by hanging. ”

After that, the warlock waved his arms exaggeratedly, and shouted in a reading tone: "No, William, you are dead, go, go, don't pester me!" ”

The corner of Amanda's eyes twitched, and she didn't bother to pay attention to Konstantin, who was pretending to be crazy and stupid, and planned to turn around and leave.

"Don't go."

Konstantin quickly recovered, lit another cigarette, shook his legs, and asked with a smile: "What about the president?" ”

"He's making a nationally televised speech."

"Oh?" Konstantin raised his eyebrows, moved his buttocks, and changed himself to a more comfortable position, "Is such an informal reception session the sincerity of Washington?" ”

Amanda Waller smiled and said casually: "In the face of such a catastrophe, the entire American state apparatus has been mobilized, and there are countless matters waiting to be solved.

Can't you wait a little longer, a superpowered person from a British hooligan? ”

"Of course I don't care if I wait or not,"

Konstantin spread his hands and said casually: "It's just that I hope that the think tank in the next room can quickly come up with an opinion, what kind of attitude should be shown, to face a representative sent by a school city like me to negotiate." ”

The smile on Amanda's face froze a little, and she almost instantly confirmed the fact that she was disgusted with John Constantine.

This British man has a glorious criminal record in the United States, and if it weren't for the other party's identity as a representative of the school city, I am afraid that he would have been shot dead by security guards on the White House lawn before he stepped into the White House gate.

What's more, according to reliable sources, Konstantin also disappeared in Gotham before the suicide squad was wiped out, is there any connection between the two.....

Amanda Waller is increasingly upset that this woman from the intelligence agency does not hide her emotions at all, or she is not afraid that Konstantin will perceive her bad mood.

He and Konstantin are in some ways the same kind of people, selfish, deep and dark, plus they like to pit people.

"Tut-tut, I just like the way you look at me and can't get rid of me."

Konstantin proudly crossed his legs, put his boots on the small coffee table, and scraped the mud from the soles of the boots on the delicate gold edge of the coffee table.

"Don't get too complacent, Warlock."

Amanda Waller sneered, her eagle-like sharp gaze trying to rip off the flesh of Konstantin's face, "As far as we know, there are enemies all over the world who want to collect debts from you,

Even inside and outside Washington, there are seven or eight terrorists with extraordinary abilities who have come specifically to kill you. ”

"Yo?"

Konstantin grinned, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the transcendent agency of the United States would be so kind and willing to provide me with this kind of information." ”

"We just don't want anything to happen to you on Washington's borders, that's all."

Amanda Waller shook her head and said sarcastically: "After all, no one wants other people's guard dogs to die in front of their own door." ”

Konstantin accepted the other party's sarcasm with an indifferent face, rubbed the itchy calf with the edge of the coffee table, and said lazily: "How long does the president have to finish his business?" ”

"Half an hour later." Amanda Walleran walked away, "You just wait here." ”

With a click, the door slammed shut, leaving Konstantin alone in the green room.

"It's boring..."

He smoked a cigarette, stared at the smoke, and said with a smile: "Yes, William, I am indeed a warlock, I can see you..."

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Looking down from the space station in low-Earth orbit, the North American continent is quiet and serene at night, with weather clouds swirling like whirlpools, and lights from cities and rural areas converging into rivers, either sparse or dense, illuminating the entire United States.

It was early in the morning, but the vast majority of the country's residents were still awake, with families staying at home, watching the news of the New York disaster.

The electromagnetic pulse created by the Kabbalah Tree of Life finally dissipated, allowing helicopters to fly into it, relaying the horrors of New York City to hundreds of millions of residents.

The giant palms of the strains that lifted the sky, the collapsed and collapsed high-rise buildings, and the thick columns of smoke rising into the sky, made these people who thought they were living in peacetime dumbfounded.

The wife clenched her husband's sweaty hands; Children stare at their peers buried under the rubble on the screen; The old man lowered his head and let the light of the television hit his face, mottled like an oil painting.

Fortunately, the harrowing image was finally interrupted, and the face of a middle-aged Latino man appeared on the screen.

That's the current Bald Eagle boss, and he's making a nationally televised speech.

"Good evening, today our compatriots, our lives and the freedoms we hold dear, are under the premeditated and inhumane terrorist attacks."

The big boss sits in the iconic oval office, with floor-to-ceiling windows with beige curtains wafting in the background.

His face was solemn, and the professional makeup artist deliberately drew some shadows next to his cheekbones to make him look more haggard and more solemn.

“... This large-scale terrorist attack was designed to intimidate our country and plunge the United States into chaos. But they failed, and our country is very strong ...."

His words were accurately delivered to thousands of households in the United States, and even across the mountains and rivers of the uncovered Pacific Ocean, to other countries.

Think tanks around the world have been mobilized, and the most elite think tanks have gathered information in a variety of ways to assess the disaster in New York, the price of reconstruction, the public opinion of the United States and the world, the sources of the disaster, and the political, economic, cultural, and military strategies adopted in the aftermath of the devastation of the United States.....

Of course, for civilians in other countries, the terrorist attacks in New York are not necessarily catastrophic.

Perhaps a small number of people in other countries who have "boundless love" will sympathize with the suffering of the people of New York who lost their lives in the attack.

But in more countries in non-European and American cultural circles, their people basically enjoy this good show with the mentality of watching jokes.

“... Terrorist attacks can destroy some of our tall buildings, but they can't shake the iron will of the American people. ”

The bald eagle boss has a solemn and solemn face, and his expression is deep and solemn, completely surpassing many Oscar winners.

"Tonight, I ask you to pray together for all those who are in the midst of the disaster, for the children whose wonderful world has been ruthlessly shattered, and for all those whose safety is threatened."

He frowned, pursed his lips, and his fingers trembled invisibly, "I pray that they will find greater strength and comfort from Psalm 23, as it says....."

Konstantin, who was in the Green Room, had a deep eye, and he could see all the souls that had died in this house.

Among those miserable green souls were William Henry Harrison, James Henry, and James Brown. K. Polk, Zachary Taylor, and countless White House bureaucrats who are unknown in the history books.

These spirits, who had more or less dominated America, were trapped here, unable to escape, and could only stare at the sorcerer Constantine who could give them relief with mournful and desperate eyes.

In the midst of the heavenly spirits, John Constantine smiled and read the lines of Psalm 23, "Even if I walk through a valley shrouded in the shadow of death, I will not be afraid, because you are with me..."

In the Oval Office, President Bald Eagle put down his speech and said to the camera: "Thank you, good night, and may God bless America." ”