"Are you feeling better?"

Looking at the general secretary Okita who was lying on his bed, Xia Wumeng said slowly.

It's also a companion in the future, and Xia Wumeng has a good impression of Okita.

Obedient, well-behaved, and good-looking.

"Well, Master, what are we going to do next?"

And Xia Wu dreamed about it, and then took the initiative to hold the hand of Okita Soji.

"Let's go, let's go to the knife edge to help that rotten place, and by the way, I want to find a way to get you some clothes that fit."

Then Xia Wumeng stared at Okita's chest.

"By the way, are you wearing underwear?"

Soji Okita: "Σ(ŎдŎ|||) ﾉﾉ”

After a while, Xia Wumeng walked out with Okita Soji.

And John Constantin, who was sitting at the counter, looked at Xia Wumeng with a very obscene look.

"Are you done? Anyway, you don't have a voice to do things, shouldn't it be just ......"

He took a breath through his mouth and puffed out his cheeks.

There's not much serious stuff in this guy's head at all.

Okita didn't understand this kind of knowledge at all, and the old driver Xia Wumeng also knew what the other party was talking about, but he just shook his head.

"Didn't do anything like that, and it only took me three minutes to get in and out."

"As long as you don't live well, half a minute is enough."

John Constantine is as obnoxious as ever.

Before leaving, Xia Wumeng asked Okita to wash the blood stains on his knife, and took out hydrogen peroxide to deal with it, just in case.

After all, there are so many things that can be done with the blood.

Like demons, like S.H.I.E.L.D.

John Constantine, on the other hand, took out a stinking piece of paper.

"The charm I drew with my own hands, just put it on the knife and rub it to ensure that no demon will find you and your little girlfriend."

And Xia Wumeng refused, because this bastard definitely wanted to trap him.

And after seeing Xia Wumeng's refusal, John Constantine also showed a depressed look, which was more pitiful than the stray dogs on the side of the road.

Brooklyn is not a good place to go, especially a place like District 64, although Xia Wumeng doesn't know if there is a safest place like District 13 in this world, but he usually doesn't come to District 64.

It's full of violence and crime, and you can smell blood even when you walk down the road.

But looking at the guys selling hot dogs on the side of the road, Xia Wumeng couldn't help laughing.

"Master, is there anything you are happy about?"

Okita on the side leaned over and asked.

It's impossible for Okita's appearance not to attract attention, but fortunately, John Constantine is also reliable, and he has used some Hebrew magic items to reduce the existence of the three of them before coming here.

Although John Constantine looked like a sore face, considering that this guy was holding the kind of spell written on advertising paper written seven times a night, Xia Wumeng wanted to complain.

This guy is crying poor every day, but as soon as he has no money, he goes around to cheat money, and fortunately his magic can't affect the Internet, otherwise this guy will definitely cause a financial crisis.

"See those roadside stalls? Remember not to buy! ”

"Why?"

Soji Okita was a little puzzled, although the one on the side of the road was not her favorite dango shop, but those things looked similar to dango, and she originally wanted to ask the master to buy some for her.

"Because all that meat is rat meat!"

"Rat meat?"

Hearing this, Soji Okita felt a chill down her spine, and the rat thing only made her feel sick.

"Really?"

This is what John Constantine asked.

"I thought only the slums of London would use that kind of thing."

"Be content, some people like to slaughter a little stray dog and say it's lamb."

Xia Wumeng said this indifferently.

And Okita did feel a little different, although the world was much better than the one she remembered, but some places were still the same.

Walked to the stronghold of the Knife Gang, the Knife Mouth Licking Blood Bar, the bar is not big, but there are a lot of people, but Xia Wumeng also found that these people are not those gang members at all, and there are even some homeless people.

And Xia Wumeng directly handed the charm in his pocket to John Constantine at this time, and Okita Soji also took out the charm and handed it to Constantine.

At this time, the homeless people also saw Xia Wumeng and Okita Soji in the crowd, of course, more people saw Okita, and it was also a trouble to be too beautiful.

"Where did this young lady come from?"

"I don't know! If you look at her dress, it's worth a lot of money. ”

"And that face, God, I've never seen such a beautiful child in my life."

Of course, there were also some people who noticed what Soji Okita was holding in his hand.

That's a knife, it's a real knife.

Soon there will be a guy who doesn't have long eyes who wants to grab the knife, although the other party may be holding the appearance that he wants to take down even someone with a knife, but for ordinary people, Okita Soji still has a lot of strength.

He slammed the scabbard directly into the pickpocket's head, and the other party instantly fell to the ground unconscious.

Of course, this is also authorized by Xia Wumeng, don't show wealth in the slums, show force, the stronger it is, the better.

At least the only rule in this place is that the law of the jungle eats the strong, and if you don't want to die, don't provoke a powerful being.

"Don't worry, it's just that you stun the other party, and there won't be any danger to your life."

Okita looked at Xia Wumeng, and then said with a smile.

And Xia Wumeng patted the shoulder of the general director.

"Next time, you can cut it directly with a knife, you don't have to keep your hands, it's more convenient to deal with this kind of trouble directly."

"Is that so?"

Hearing Xia Wumeng's words, those guys who wanted to test instantly lost their courage.

And Xia Wumeng also walked into the bar of this knife gang.

There were three bodies on the ground in total, and the cause of death was supposed to be suffocation from excessive blood loss.

Because their chests had long since been torn open, but the blood was still there, but the wound on the wrist already had a blood-red scar.

And John Constantine also walked in.

With a calm face, he looked at the three corpses on the ground.

"Any ideas?"

Xia Wumeng looked at John, and the other party just pointed to the pattern of blood stains on the ground.

"The devil's little tricks, it seems that Balil's son is really naïve! Do you think you can do whatever you want when you come here? If we could do that, the world would have ended long ago. ”

"Balil? Are you the contractual employer this time? Doesn't sound like a nice guy to get along with. ", Xia Wumeng.

"You can just treat him like a dog, that guy doesn't have much of a good thing other than barking." , John Constantine.