Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Daddy's bar at Midnight, I've always wanted to go in."

Charlie chanted and expressed his attitude with Constantine beside him.

But this rambunctious guy didn't care at all.

Speaking of which, I don't know how many times Constantine has been in prison. He lacks the most basic reverence for the world.

"If you are a psychic, you will be able to enter naturally."

With a dying cigarette in his hand, Constantine strode into this basement-like bar.

He casually said to the guard who showed him the back of a card: "Two frogs on the stool" and walked over.

Charlie imitated Constantine and said the same thing to the doorman, but was pushed out by the tall man who didn't look like a living person.

The flipped card showed a mouse in a skirt, which looked a bit funny.

Just when Charlie and the doorman were wrestling with each other, Constantine had already met the wizard known for his voodoo.

Midnight Dad, generally people only call him Midnight, and those gang members add the word "Father" they respect after Midnight.

Midnight's body was always accompanied by a lingering stench, like the smell of a corpse.

But he always dresses like a successful person, and maybe he and Mr. Fisk have a lot in common.

"Midnight, do you still think balance is the most important thing?"

Constantine smiled meanly and threw the cigarette **** aside.

"John, I remember that I warned you not to litter."

A pale green flame ignited from the wizard's hand.

"Don't be so serious, I just want to tell you that there seems to be some chaos in **** recently. Those guys seem to have found some loopholes in the enchantment, and they appear one by one."

Constantine ignored the flame in Midnight's hand, took a new cigarette, and stretched his head towards the flame.

"That has nothing to do with me, I just follow the balance and remain neutral!"

The fire in Midnight's hand disappeared before helping Constantine light the cigarette.

"I'm just here to ask, have you seen anything..."

Before Constantine finished speaking, a guy he was very familiar with walked in.

"Ah, Constantine, I really miss you."

A guy dressed like a lawyer or CEO walked in with a tango-like pace.

In terms of anger, this guy seems to be able to compare a little with Constantine.

"Balza? Long time no see."

Constantine turned his head to look at the guy who interrupted him, a hand had already reached into the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

"boom!"

"In my territory, you'd better follow my rules!"

Midnight lined up on the table with a palm, and stopped this possible conflict with an angry attitude. By the way, he also swore an oath of sovereignty.

"Ah, midnight, my old man! How could I embarrass you?"

Constantine reached into his pocket and took out a box of matches, then struck the flame and lit the cigarette on his mouth.

Balza's all-black eyes flashed red light that was almost indiscernible. His hand took out a coin from his pocket and was playing with it on his fingertips.

"You know, I would never cheat a friend."

Constantine walked to Balza's side, turned around and stood in line with Balza, and said to Midnight with a wink.

"Being your friend never ends well."

The cold tone at midnight indicates that this guy is not very happy anymore.

"How could that be? You say so? Balza, my old buddy, old friend."

Constantine's hand stopped directly on Balza's shoulder, showing a good look of the two brothers.

"If you take that **** shroud out of my pocket."

Balza responded to Constantine with a sneer.

"This is a sacred object collected by the priest in the church. It can protect you from demons. How can you refuse my kindness?"

With a shocked expression, Constantine silently pulled out the shroud and stuffed it back into his trench coat pocket.

"I think you need it more than I do, Constantine. Every guy in **** has entrusted me to say hello to you, and some of them can't wait."

Balza's originally handsome face turned into an image like dry and dead skin in an instant.

He, Balza, was born from a demon whose flames controlled the swarm. No need for a shroud to ward off demonic incursions.

On the contrary, it is the power from heaven and the church that he needs the dike.

"Constantin, you should go!"

"You used to be called John, but now it's Constantine. It's really a new generation replacing the old."

Constantine's response caused a gloomy dark green gas to emerge from Midnight's body. Midnight no longer intends to tolerate this guy.

"Okay, I still have things to do."

Konstantin faced the two people in the room and stepped back.

He dragged Charlie, who was waiting at the door, into the car.

"You know, Charlie."

Constantine put away the smirk on his face, silently inhaled the last cigarette into his lungs, and lit a new one.

"Go back to the office, alright. But you should teach me some exorcism methods~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's better for two people to act than one person."

The young man named Charlie complained.

But Constantine didn't respond.

Just like what Midnight said, all of his friends had nothing to do with each other.

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"Now we have taken over this case!"

Rumlow appeared in the office of the serious crime team and showed his ID to the police officer who was still having a headache.

Of course, it's an FBI certificate.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. is dealing with matters, it will always show the agency credentials within its authority.

"Thank goodness, you are finally here!"

As if relieved, the police officer pushed everything on the table to Rumlow's front.

"Sign a non-disclosure agreement, hurry up, I've been working overtime for a long time!"

The police officer took the agreement from the agent behind Rumlow and signed his name neatly.

"Then you guys are busy first, I'm off work. Bye! By the way, remember to turn off the lights before leaving!"

The figure of the police officer disappeared around the corner before Rumlow and the others could react.

"Have you all worked like this before?"

Rumlow suddenly wanted to find a bottle of spirits and take two sips.

"Generally not."

The agent behind him spat out these words leisurely.

"But he is an exception. This guy will encounter this kind of thing no matter where he is transferred. I have met him seven or eight times."

And that doesn't even count the cases that other agents are in charge of.

"Maybe he should be transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow let out a long sigh of relief, and he didn't know where to start spitting it out.

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