American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"What a remarkable plan."

"Exploiting ‘Alan Wake’s’ writing habits to make the events unfold faster than the plot's serialization."

"Then, before fate can write it down, seize this period of blank space to kill off the main characters, thereby forcing the real ‘Alan Wake’ to spend even more time conceiving the next story..."

Clapping his hands, Constantine couldn't help but admire the plan.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant, like a mosquito trapped under a glass, fantastically trying to topple the giant outside the cup."

"If I met you anywhere else, I would truly want to have a drink with you."

Sincerely praising him, Constantine raised his hand and fired a shot.

The shot was sudden, swift, and accurate, the spinning bullet pierced the rain and went through Alan's forehead, blasting a fist-sized hole.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Lowering the golden hunting rifle in his hand, Constantine curled his lip in disdain.

"Just kidding, a treacherous fellow like you will only put my mind at ease when you're lying obediently in your grave!"

With a hole blown straight through his forehead, Alan's body stood upright, showing no sign of falling.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Constantine, you disappoint me; I thought you could at least understand me a little..."

Bang!

A bullet exploded his mouth.

"Buddy, don't glare at me like that; it's precisely because I understand your thoughts that I want to send a madman like you to hell!"

Caw, caw!

Hearing Constantine's words, the crows circling overhead perfectly reflected Alan's mood at this moment; they fiercely swooped down, claws extended towards Constantine with intense killing intent.

Crack!

A bottle filled with holy water burst open in the midst of the crows, and a large number of them screamed as they turned into black ash.

But the heavy rain greatly reduced the power of the magical flames, and the crows, having learned their lesson, began to scatter, manipulated by Alan to attack from unseen blind spots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Constantine urgently fired bullets, but those crows were already pitch black, and using the cover of the rain and the similar night colors, they managed to scratch several bloody marks on him in just a minute or two.

Below the villa, the dense gunfire suddenly stopped, and several grenades exploded on the ground with booming sounds.

"Sir, we've run out of flashbangs and grenades, and the number of bullets has reached a dangerous level. If we don't find a way, I'm afraid..."

Ka-click.

His gun empty, Grant threw it to the ground.

He drew his pistol and aimed downwards, taking out the walkie-talkie and shouting to Constantine upstairs.

"Constantine, quickly use your magic to think of something; we can't hold on much longer!"

The voice from the walkie-talkie suddenly rang out on the rooftop, and Alan clearly received the message. At this moment, his body had been completely restored. He smirked, walked to the edge of the building with his hands behind his back, and looked down.

Sure enough, the gunfire had lessened considerably, and in contrast, the dark thralls had gathered in groups and were about to launch an attack.

He turned his head, hands behind his back, and indifferently judged Constantine like a god on high.

"You're finished, Constantine."

"Without the protection of fate, tonight is your death date."

"Fate?"

Pulling a dusty shroud from his pocket, Constantine, under Alan's puzzled gaze, lit it with a lighter.

"I've come this far, never believing that fate favors me. If it does exist, I'll definitely drag it down and brutally f*** its balls!"

Alan suddenly felt a pang of fear in his heart, and he roared regardless, "Attack, kill him!"

"Heh heh, too late!"

The next second.

A massive amount of white light suddenly burst from the shroud, sweeping across everything and illuminating the entire scene in an unscientific manner.

Whether dark thralls or screaming crows, all vanished in an instant under this light!

"..." Grant's scream came from the walkie-talkie, his mouth agape: "F***! Constantine, what have you done? All the monsters have been eliminated!"

Then, his voice changed, and he began to complain.

"Too slow! You should have taken this out earlier if you had something so powerful!"

"Why so much nonsense? That's Jesus's shroud; I only have one treasure like this, and I had to use it in the best place!"

As he spoke, Constantine leaned over and looked down.

Lying on the shattered ground, black smoke constantly dissipated from Alan's body. At that moment, he had been blasted off the rooftop by the intense white light and looked quite miserable.

Coming down from the building, Grant led the few remaining agents behind Constantine as they came to Alan's side and looked down at him.

This guy is going to die, Grant judged in his heart.

With empty eyes, dense cracks appeared on Alan's face, and the area below his chest had already turned into black smoke and drifted away. This time, no one could save him!

"I lost, Constantine."

"As the victor, you have the right to know an answer."

He said softly, not feeling any pain at all, only bewilderment and regret left in his heart.

Whether it was the layout or the calculation, it was quite perfect, but... he lost to a tattered shroud!

It was impossible to say he was willing, but death, for him, might not be a relief.

So cooperative?

Constantine's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked.

"I know the real ‘Alan Wake’ is at the bottom of Cauldron Lake, but I need you to tell me how to get to that ‘other world’?"

In the materialistic world, the bottom of the lake belongs to the material world, composed of various elements. As long as you wear a diving suit, you can dive to that place.

But in the realm of the occult, some lakes often symbolize entrances to other worlds. If you can't find the right method, it's difficult to enter.

"How do you know he's in Cauldron Lake, Constantine?"

Grant, who was beside him, was a little confused. He had been with Constantine the whole time. When did this guy confirm Alan Wake's location?

"Remember the restaurant where we first met Ms. Alice?" Giving him a sideways glance, Constantine offered a reminder.

"Yeah, I remember, and this fake Alan was there at the time too. You said he wasn't Alan Wake." Recounting the situation at the time, Grant was still puzzled.

He was very strange at the time why Constantine was so sure, but Constantine didn't give an explanation.

"Yes, but my method of identification is very simple."

Taking out the compass on his body, Constantine pointed to the pointer on the compass, which was not pointing to the Alan in front of him, but to the direction of Cauldron Lake.

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +1447]

"So that's how it is, I lost fair and square..."

His eyes moved slightly, and Alan's mouth curled into a self-deprecating smile as he stared at Constantine's face. He couldn't hold on any longer, leaving behind a sentence, "Be careful of the dark forces," before turning into ashes and disappearing.

And on the ground where he disappeared, something that looked like a light bulb switch was left behind. That was... his answer.

"..."

Thoughtfully picking up the switch, Constantine was still pondering the meaning of the words "Be careful of the dark forces" when the ground suddenly shook.

Boom!

The villa behind him lit up with a huge fire, and the truck that had crashed into the villa earlier emitted a roaring explosion!

In the more distant locations, several giant black tornadoes suddenly appeared.

"Come here quickly!"

Hearing a loud shout, Grant quickly turned his head and saw Constantine waving at them from a black car not far away.

"..."

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +1455]

Sh*t, is this guy a rabbit? So fast!

Cursing inwardly, Grant quickly led his subordinates and ran towards that side.

Rumble...

The black tornadoes became increasingly restless. They all changed direction, smashing houses and telephone poles as they rapidly swept towards this side!

Because of Alan's death, the dark forces completely rioted!