Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 655 Wind Chime
"He's coming back soon!"

The Federal Secretary of State's words silenced everyone in the conference hall.

"Stop him! Now that he has left the Earth, we can't let him come back!"

"Stop! How can we stop him? Just rely on those broken ships of the space fleet! Those aliens are so powerful but they can't do anything to him..."

"Shit! Are we just going to watch him come back? I don't want another god over my head!"

In the conference room, it was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, causing it to explode and noisy sounds one after another.

Amid the discussion, some people directly attacked Federal Secretary of State Brin, who was chairing the meeting.

"Mr. Breen, this matter was initiated by the Ministry of National Defense. Even if that superman comes back, he will look for you. What does it have to do with us?"

A well-dressed middle-aged man with a small bowl-shaped black hat on his head stood up and looked at Federal Secretary of State Brin and spoke without hesitation.

Brin looked at the middle-aged man and the people sitting around him who also wore small black hats on their heads, and a trace of deep disgust flashed in his eyes.

"These squid guys are really untrustworthy. They are the first to run away when danger strikes!"

This video was sent to the White House yesterday.

These squid consortiums rooted in the federation got the news even earlier than he, the Secretary of State.

In just one day, more than twenty squid-born tycoons left the Federation overnight...

Some of them went to the local temple overnight and not only donated a large sum of money, but also expressed their conversion to the Sandalwood Merit Buddha.

These guys have always been like this since ancient times.

They have no concept of home and country in their bones.

They betrayed Egypt, the Persian Empire, the Roman Empire, sold out Jesus, and stabbed Germany in the back.

Now they are betraying the Federation again.

If given a choice, Brin really doesn't want to work with these parasites
But the financial backers behind his boss are these squid consortiums.

Even the man speaking in front of him is not only the largest real estate developer in the Federation.

He is also the son-in-law of his boss and holds the title of senior White House aide.

He didn't expect that this guy would be the first one to jump out and backstab his ally.

Brin sighed secretly in his heart and looked directly at the middle-aged man who was speaking:
"Mr. Kushner, if I remember correctly, just two weeks ago, a huge fire broke out in a temple complex in the Metropolitan Slums..."

After hearing what Brin said, Kushner's face suddenly became extremely ugly:

"It's not uncommon for fires to happen in slums. If you want to blame someone, blame the dense population and poor firefighting facilities. You should ask the Metropolitan City and the Parliament..."

“But the day after the fire, your real estate company bought the land at a very low price!”

Since this second-generation rich man has stabbed the White House in the back, Brin has no intention of saving his face.

Brin said sarcastically: "Don't you need to explain?"

Kushner glared back at Brin, not wanting to be outdone: "I am a senior White House aide after all, how could I not know that the Secretary of State was also doing FBI work!

Mr. Breen, if you suspect that the arson was related to me, my company welcomes Chris to investigate at any time!"

Like Amanda Waller, FBI Director Chris Birmingham, who could only sit in the corner of the conference room where many bigwigs gathered, shrank his head like a quail, fearing that he would be affected by this storm.

Today's FBI is no longer the same as it was when Hoover was in charge and even the president didn't take it seriously.

Not to mention Chris, even his immediate superior, the Federal Attorney General, could only helplessly smile bitterly when facing the two people confronting each other.

Fortunately, Brin did not intend to ignite the war on the two unlucky fish. He looked at Kushner and said meaningfully:

"No, you don't need to explain to me. Wait until that superman comes back. I hope he will have the patience to listen to your explanation. After all, that fire killed at least 3,000 followers of the Faxiang Sect!"

If Kushner's expression just now was the ugliness of having his scandal exposed.

After hearing what Brin said, his face turned from red to blue, and finally pale.

As a senior White House aide, he knows that Superman is no longer the good guy who never fights or kills...

If Superman knew what he had done, the Kryptonian would not let him go even if he fled to the ends of the earth.

Brin looked at this second-generation rich man with sarcasm. This group of guys is just like that.

When seeing benefits, he rushes to them faster than anyone else, but when encountering danger, he is also the first to run away.

Brin has always looked down on his boss's son-in-law, who is extremely greedy for money.

What's more, the way he ate was particularly ugly. The Kryptonian had just left the earth, and this guy dared to set fire, kill people and destroy houses.

He didn't even have the patience to wait. Damn it, this kind of idiot could only appear in reality.

After all, Netflix TV shows still require logic, but the real world does not, which is why so many idiots have emerged.

"Ahem!" At this moment, a gray-haired old man coughed. He took out an old gold pocket watch from his suit jacket pocket and checked the time:
"Brin, you are not the judge, and we are not the jury. My time is precious, and I don't have time to waste it with you.

Tell me, do you have any solutions in the White House?"

The old man angrily scolded: "Although Kushner acted outrageously, he was right in saying one thing. This matter was led by you in the White House, and you must give us an explanation!"

"Explain!" Brin almost laughed out of anger: "Mr. Burns, what do you want to explain?"

"I need the White House to come up with a solution to this matter, otherwise you and the president behind you will be removed from office by Congress!"

The old man's voice was not loud, but his authority was unmistakable without him being angry. The most important thing was the meaning revealed in his words.

It seemed as if his words could decide the fate of the federal president.

But everyone who knows him knows that if he wanted to, he could actually force the person in the White House to step down directly.

The old man's name is Benjamin Burns, two-term chairman of the Federal Reserve.

As a Jew, his influence extends to both the political and business circles of the federation.

More than half of the members of Congress have more or less a good relationship with him.

"Mr. Burns, the theme of this meeting is to invite everyone to come together to discuss countermeasures!"

Brin could only feel the blood vessels near his temple throbbing.

Looking around the conference room and seeing the Jewish faces in the meeting room, Brin felt tired.

If you hadn't jumped out to question one after another, this meeting would have gotten down to business long ago!

Everyone present is still concerned about their own interests.

"I told you not to mess with him at the beginning. How about now?"

"Carson, I remember you voted in favor!"

……

Brin, who was sitting on the podium, looked at the Federal Minister of Defense and exchanged glances.

The Minister of Defense stood up and raised his hand to press down:

"Everyone please be quiet, things are not as bad as you think. Regarding this "God-killing Plan",
We have prepared more than one plan. Even if Superman can escape Plan A, we still have backup plans, and more than one!"

The Minister of Defense said as his eyes scanned the meeting room and landed on Amanda Waller, who was sitting in the corner of the conference room.

He waved directly at Amanda Waller and said, "Amanda, come here!"

Everyone in the venue looked in the direction of his hand, and all their eyes fell on Amanda Waller.

Amanda Waller, who had suddenly become the focus of the whole audience, felt her whole body trembling. She liked the feeling of being the center of attention.

This is also the reason why she strives for power and always wants to climb up.

Amanda Waller stood up, straightened her collar, picked up the briefcase at hand, and walked towards the stage step by step under the gaze of everyone.

Amanda Waller walked quickly to the podium, and the Minister of Defense pulled her and pressed her into her seat.

Amanda Waller, with a big smile on her face, grabbed the microphone and said, "Now, please invite Ms. Amanda Waller, the head of the Sky Eye Society, to tell us about the specific plan of the "God Killing Plan."

"What the hell is the Ministry of National Defense doing? Such an important matter was handed over to a nigger!"

Burns looked at Amanda Waller on the podium and frowned critically.

He looked at the old friends sitting around him and said with some dissatisfaction.

"This is politically correct, Burns!" An old man shrugged. "These niggers are too fertile. For the stability of the federation, we need to give them some sweet treats!"

"But they can reproduce more than pigs on the farm. I don't want to live in a country full of niggers..." Burns frowned and said, "Can we ask the people at the pharmaceutical company to research a drug that can chemically castrate these niggers and control their numbers?"

The old man who answered the question thought for a while and shook his head:

"Not yet. At least until intelligent robots become widely available, we still have to use these black animals to work for us!"

The two men called people "nigger" and "black beast" as if they were alone.

The people around seemed to be deaf and turned a blind eye.

If you look closely, you will find that most of the people led by Burns are wearing small black hats that symbolize their Jewish descent.

These are the people who represent Jewish interests in federal interest groups today.

The Jewish community in the federation was not a real nation in itself, but an interest group brought together in the name of religion.

This interest group does not say that they are rich because they are squids, nor does it mean that squids have outstanding business talents.

If the Federation of Jewish Associations is viewed as a chamber of commerce, wealthy people who want to use the resources of the chamber of commerce must join, and naturally they are labeled as Jewish.

On the contrary, the impression given is that the world's top billionaires are all squids.

It is precisely by relying on this method of recruiting people to the religion and relying on an intricate network of relationships that the Federal Jewish Interest Group has been able to fall and get up again and again in its repeated clashes with the Tang Group.

It can be said that today's Jewish interest groups are actually the federal wealthy class in squid skins.

In order to completely eradicate them, the entire federal upper class must be uprooted.

It’s not that the DC branch of Tang Group doesn’t have the ability to do so, but there is no benefit for them to do so.

It will take a lot of manpower and resources to break down and rebuild, and the head office's attitude towards the DC Universe is also ambiguous.

This is the Tang Group in the DC universe. Although it is huge in size, it is like a giant crocodile lurking under the water, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, secretly observing the world.

"Then let's keep these black animals working!" Burns looked away from Amanda Waller who was talking on the podium.

As soon as he turned his head, he was met with a pair of playful eyes.

In the conference room, amidst the noise, only the executive president of Tang Group, whose Chinese name is Tang David, was groping for the gold playing card ring in his hand. He looked indifferent, as if he was watching a play, as if the return of Superman had no effect on him at all.

"Fuck, you damned bastard!" Burns felt a little nervous when he was looked at by Tang David, and he avoided his gaze unconsciously.

When he raised his head in annoyance and was about to glare back, Tang David had already turned around and started listening to Amanda Waller's meeting report!
Burns tightly grasped the oak handrail beside him, and couldn't help but curse the man of Germanic descent. On the main stage, Amanda Waller was talking about the God-killing Plan in high spirits.

Of course, in her description, this "God-killing Plan" formulated by the General Staff Headquarters of the Ministry of National Defense and more than a dozen departments was completely led and completed by her.

The first step of the plan is to release false news of alien invasion to Superman to lure him away from the earth.

The first step of the plan was very successful. After all, Superman has been committed to fighting supernatural crimes and alien invasions for so many years.

According to her observation, this Kryptonian was like a lion marking his territory by urinating, and he had long regarded the Earth as his own private territory.

It is entirely possible to kill Superman using the hands of those aliens.

As soon as Amanda Waller finished her story, a general with the rank of admiral stood up and said in a hoarse and low voice:
"But you failed. Those alien fleets are clearly no match for Superman!"

After a light cough, Amanda Waller quickly explained:

"This is just part of the God-killing Plan. I named it "Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf". I am just borrowing Superman's hand to clear out future enemies for us! This is for the interstellar development of the Earth!"

The four-star general stared at Amanda Waller.

Amanda Waller also looked down at him. As soon as their eyes met, Amanda Waller turned her head away guiltily.

The four-star federal general sneered, "Drive the tiger away and it will eat the wolf! The wolf has been driven away, but the man-eating tiger is about to come back. Tell me, what should we do now?"

Hearing this, Amanda Waller raised her head and said, "Of course I have a way. Superman can't come back!"

"Not long ago, we contacted the Green Lantern Corps. They promised to protect the safety of Sector 2814 and capture Superman and bring him back to the Oa Prison!"

Amanda Waller's confident words did not cause much response. Except for a few people in the conference room who knew about the existence of the Green Lantern Corps, most of the politicians and senior officials looked at Amanda Waller with confusion.

"Ma'am, I have no doubts about you, but what on earth is the Green Lantern Corps? Are they more powerful than that huge alien fleet?"

A congressman raised his hand and spoke in a questioning tone.

After taking a look at the venue, Amanda Waller began to explain:

"The Green Lantern Corps is an interstellar police force that protects peace and maintains order throughout the universe.

If you have no idea about the power of the Green Lantern Corps,
Let me put it another way. There was once a Green Lantern on Earth. He and Superman founded the Justice League together. There are 7200 such powerful beings in the Green Lantern Corps!"

Wow…

Amanda Waller's words caused a huge uproar, and the entire venue exploded again.

……

"As expected of a race born with original sin, they are still scheming against each other even when the fire has already burned their butts!"

At the bar counter of a bar named LUX in Los Angeles, a middle-aged white man with eyes like morning stars was playing with a glass of whiskey and watching the big-screen TV in front of him with interest.

There was an indescribable evil aura between his brows.

The TV in the bar was originally used to broadcast football games, but the picture played on the TV at this time was exactly the picture of the heavily guarded Pentagon conference room.

But it seemed that only the man could see this scene, while the other guests in the bar were still drinking and chatting there.

"Ding Ding!"

Suddenly, the sound of wind chimes rang out in the bar, and the man with a light beard with only a hint of blue stubble suddenly had an expression as if he had stepped in dog shit when going out.

"Maze! Mix him a whiskey!"

A decadent middle-aged man in a brown windbreaker sat directly on the bar chair next to the man.

Without even turning his head, the man snapped his fingers to greet the beautiful bartender.

The bartender quickly brought a large glass of whiskey and placed it heavily in front of the decadent middle-aged man.

"Hey, Maze, don't be so hostile to me. I just complimented you on your big butt and said you're good at giving birth. That's a compliment in the East!"

Constantine picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a big sip, then complained to the bartender in dissatisfaction:

"Did you water down my drink?"

"Fuck!" The beautiful bartender raised her white middle finger directly at Constantine:

"I didn't mix water into the wine, I just mixed some wine into the water. If you dare to masturbate in front of me again, I will cut off your dick, soak it in wine, and then pour it into your mouth!"

Maze said and stormed off from the bar.

"She's still so beautiful when she's angry!" Constantine shrugged as he drank his whiskey and water.

"Constantine, if you tease Maze again, I'll find a group of Cyclops to kill your dermatitis!"

The man next to him tilted his head and glanced at Constantine with cold eyes.

Constantine's anus tightened when he heard this, and the cynical smile on his face disappeared.

"I was just joking with Maze!" Constantine explained.

The middle-aged man chuckled: "I was just joking with you!"

"I came to ask you for help?"

After silently drinking the wine in the glass, Constantine put down the empty glass and looked at the middle-aged man seriously.

"Help, I'm just an ordinary bartender. If you have any trouble, call 911!"

As if he understood Constantine's intention, the middle-aged man looked at the large TV screen in front of him.

"Leave it to them, come on, these government bureaucrats will only mess things up!"

Constantine also glanced at the big TV screen and looked at Amanda Waller who was talking. He shook his head with disdain.

"I know the Green Lantern Corps, they are indeed very powerful, but they are no match for Superman!"

“And once these Green Lantern Corps members show up in large numbers, nothing good will happen.

I know a rule: if the green light does not exceed three, you will be worse than a dog. If the green light does not exceed five, you will be wiped out.

These guys are called cannon fodder. They never win in group battles!" Constantine sighed.

"This is also the information you got from that mysterious place!"

The middle-aged man looked at Constantine with interest.

"That's right. In the world of reincarnation, there is a lot of information about our universe, and even many fragments of the future!"

Constantine said to the middle-aged man in a tempting tone:
"That world is wonderful, you really don't want to go see it!"

"No!" The middle-aged man refused decisively. He looked up and looked Constantine up and down: "How many unlucky people have you tricked into going to the reincarnation world you mentioned?"

Constantine's expression changed, but he quickly covered it up:
"I do not understand what you mean?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, “I went to hell not long ago and found that almost all the famous hell lords and hell demons were gone!
I caught a few demons and found out that it was you who did it! "

The middle-aged man stared at Constantine, his pupils turning into a muddy yellow color in an instant, like a dragon's eyes, but also a bit like Elaine Belloc. The light of the cross was faintly reflected in the bottom of his pupils, but the cross in his eyes was pure black.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Constantine's hands on the bar counter trembled slightly.

But Constantine had seen big scenes before, so he looked up and looked directly into the man's eyes without panicking:
"Who did you say is missing? Those demons from hell. Oh, I remember now. That blood sacrifice took away many big shots from hell. Even Lucifer, the king of hell in this universe, disappeared!"

Constantine had an expression of sudden realization on his face, but his tone had a different meaning.

"Not all Lucifers are Lucifer Morningstar!"

Bang! A glass of whiskey was placed heavily in front of Constantine.

The beautiful bartender snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the bar to get busy.

Constantine looked at the wine glass in front of him with white bubbles, blinked, but did not reach out to take it.

"You want me to help you deal with that Kryptonian!" The middle-aged man, or Lucifer Morningstar, picked up the wine glass and drank it in big gulps.

"I'm afraid I can't help you. The King of Hell is already dead. He died in the blood sacrifice started by Hell's Detective Constantine!"

Constantine looked at the man in front of him suspiciously. Even though he had known him for a hundred years, he still couldn't figure out the man's identity.

He clearly remembered that Lucifer should have died in the blood sacrifice that year, so what was going on with this Lucifer who suddenly appeared in front of him?

Seeing that the other party had no intention of helping, Constantine stood up and was about to leave. Time was limited, and he had to find a group of qualified unlucky guys, oh, helpers, before Superman came back.

"Why don't you go there to find help?" Lucifer Morningstar suddenly asked.

Constantine stopped and looked back at him: "The Hall of Samsara has not included the DC Universe in the admission list!"

"That's normal. Wild beasts have their own hunting areas and won't easily step into other people's hunting grounds!" Lucifer Morningstar murmured.

"That's why you don't want to join the Samsara Palace!" Constantine looked at the man in front of him, looking at him provocatively: "You are afraid!"

Lucifer Morningstar shook his head: "I just don't want to cause trouble. I finally found an empty universe where no one will disturb me. I need to give myself a few days off!"

"By the way, the restrictions on you are very complicated and difficult to remove!" Lucifer Morningstar added.

Constantine curled his lips as if he had expected it, "Got it, I'll buy you a drink later!"

Constantine did not want to betray the Heavenly Court, but this guy was a man who was used to being unrestrained and liked to dance on the edge of a knife.

His most famous deed was that he sold his soul to a dozen devils at the same time so that his creditors would restrain each other and ensure that he would not go to hell in a short time.

A cool man like him who is either provoking the big guys or walking on the provocative path every day,

Even if it was someone like Tang Song, he would not give up the idea of ​​escaping from his control.

Lucifer Morningstar was not the first person he looked for to break the restrictions on his body, nor was he the last.

After saying that, Constantine strode out of the bar. The sound of wind chimes rang, and Constantine's figure disappeared in front of the bar door.

"He hasn't paid for his drink yet!" The beautiful bartender Metz said quietly while standing at the bar.

"Put double on his account!"

Lucifer Morningstar reached out and dipped his hand into the wine glass in front of him, then drew the mysterious runes he had seen in the depths of John Constantine's soul on the bar table.

Lucifer Morningstar has lived for countless years. As a creation of the Supreme God, he is even older than the universe.

His knowledge was more profound than that of all known masters of black magic, but with his knowledge, he was unable to analyze what the restrictions deep in Constantine's soul were.

In fact, the more he copied, the more frightened he became.

An expert can see the trick just by looking at these mysterious magic patterns which are ten thousand times more complex than the gods' divine nature.

Lucifer Morningstar can tell what kind of "big guy" created that reincarnation world!
He just wants to retire and doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

ding ding ding…

Suddenly, the wind chimes at the door of the bar rang again