In the moonlight, a guy in a trench coat and smoking a cigarette appeared on the ceiling, sitting on top of the luxurious crystal lamp of Batman's house.

The revolver in the other party's hand was still smoking, and the smoke from the muzzle told everyone present that I was the murderer.

However, considering that the demon should not have a residence permit or ID number on Earth, no one should sue the poor Mr. John Constantine for the death of a demon.

Originally, John Constantine's forced pretense was very good, but this guy may not be born suitable for being handsome.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

This guy with severe lung cancer still likes to smoke unfatally, and the originally chic and handsome famous scene has turned into a chic walk.

And even more unfortunate is that the crystal lamps of the Bruce Wayne family can't bear the weight of John Constantine's ass.

Thereupon...... Swing!

John Konstantin fell straight to the ground, and the shards of the crystal lamp pierced his ass.

"Oh, my ass, damn it, why is the material used for your crystal lamp so hard!"

Bruce Wayne didn't speak, and Ah Fu on the side spoke slowly.

"The furniture I prepared for Master Wayne is of the best quality, and unfortunately, I planned to remove this crystal lamp and repair it today, but it happened to be kidnapped, so I ......"

John Constantine looked at Alfred with a bewildered expression.

After sighing why he was so unlucky, he looked at Xia Wumeng, who was holding back a smile.

"You me so badly! Do you know that guy called Penguin, who almost skinned me? ”

And Xia Wumeng finally couldn't help it.

"Hahaha, you're not going to be a lion who opens his mouth and plans to lie to that guy, Penguin Man is the godfather of Gotham's big gangster, and if you really provoke him, even if you hide in the stinky gutter in London, he'll get you out."

And John Constantine just patted the dust off his body, and then pulled out the fragments of his ass with all his might, and then covered the wound on his ass with one hand and pointed a pistol at the demon in front of him with the other.

"Bazel, your last good day has come, I will bring you relief, of course, you don't want to go back to hell, as long as you sign this contract with me."

Even if he fails to play cool, John Constantine will not forget his old ways.

Fooling people is, to put it simply, deceiving people.

Although the guy he is lying to now is not human.

You say that it is not what he should do, it is something that superheroes like, and he has never considered himself a superhero.

"Shut up, you filthy liar, your notoriety has long been known from Lucifer's territory to Satan's territory, and I don't want to make a pact with you bastard even if I die at the hands of my father."

After hearing this, Xia Wumeng patted John Constantine on the shoulder.

"Your credibility is a bit low! John. ”

"These demons are bastards, let them go to hell."

And Batman looked at Xia Wumeng blankly.

"Is this guy really that kind of magician? Why did he use a gun? Isn't a magician supposed to be holding that kind of wand and biubiubiu? ”

Although he was surprised that Batman would say such a joke, Xia Wumeng still expressed his opinion.

"A magician is just a person who discovers the truth on another path, and like science, isn't science just a process of learning and then discovering?"

For Xia Wumeng's fallacies, it is difficult for Batman to agree.

And John Constantine is a good answer to this question.

"Actually, you don't have to use a pistol, it's mainly a blessed weapon that can cause damage to demons and devils, and the pistol is very useful! You can't just follow the medieval routine, take a dung fork, smear it with holy water, and then fight the demons hand-to-hand. ”

Hearing John Constantine's answer, Batman acquiesced to this plausible-sounding statement.

At this time, Bazel roared angrily.

Because just now John Constantine had already sneakily waved some demonic words in the air with a cigarette butt.

And Xia Wumeng looked at the other party's methods, and always felt inexplicably familiar!

John Constantine explained while drawing runes.

"I've heard Norse mythology, this is the wisdom that Odin exchanged for his eyeballs, that is, the Runi script, of course, you may have heard the Rune script, but it doesn't matter what it's called, the main thing is practical."

After hearing the explanation, Xia Wumeng finally remembered.

Isn't this the trick of Aozaki Orange to write Rune?

And on the demon's body, there are many symbols.

Each symbol is like a brand, constantly making the demon scream.

"John Constantine! You bastard, you're going to pay the price, your soul will fall into hell one day, and I'm going to bite you one bite at a time, and then write the most vicious curses of hell all over your face. ”

But Zakang's spell had already been unleashed.

He threw the cigarette butt next to the demon, and a huge flame ignited in an instant.

The flames consumed the demon and cost him.

But the demon-possessed member of the Knife Gang is finally freed.

The other man fell to the ground with a satisfied smile.

And Xia Wumeng successfully absorbed that guy's soul.

"You will be punished for doing so."

John Constantine looked at Xia Wumeng, and finally spoke slowly.

"Then when I am truly retributed, you can help me again."

Xia Wumeng's answer directly made Za Kang break his defense.

"Damn, you're embarrassed to say that it's too much for you to push me to the gangsters like me, you know, I would never do anything to help the gangsters in London."

And Xia Wumeng just complained about one sentence, which directly made the other party speechless.

"The gangsters in London were prevalent during the first industrial revolution, and now the gangsters in New York and Gotham need your help, after all, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, I think those guys with poor psychological quality will need your exorcism services."

John Constantine simply wiped the blood from his hand and took out a parchment roll.

"Hey! Old thing, you shit son I've sent you back to hell, it's time to fulfill your promise and give me a liter of your blood! ”

And the red demon first scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of Zakang, and then had to hand over the demon's blood in his hands.

"Fresh Great Demon Blood, do you want it?"

John Constantine shook the bottle in his hand and looked at Xia Wumeng and said.