American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Shut up, Deadpool, you're going to anger it!”

Outside the formation, Natasha scolded him on the surface but secretly agreed.

No other reason, this demon was acting... too stupid!

[Emotional value from the demon Baro +677]

Hearing this, the demon Baro finally realized something was wrong. It was exasperated, feeling severely insulted and betrayed.

In Hell, it, the Fire Demon, was also a proper high-end talent!

“Roar... you damned humans!

Daring to make fun of the great Fire Demon Baro, I will personally take your soul and sink it into eternal hell, letting the flames of hell

Burn you for ten thousand years!”

“Oh... then you must find the right person, don't forget my name.”

Taking out a lighter, Constantine calmly lit a cigarette.

This action was too dismissive, and it stirred up the demon's anger again, and it shouted.

“Damn it, you dare to look down on me!”

“Then use your stupid brain and remember my name firmly in your heart, deep into your soul……”

Casually flicking the cigarette from his fingertips, watching the cigarette spin in the air and hit the demon's forehead in the formation, Constantine smiled contemptuously.

“Remember it well, my name is—Phil Coulson!”

Boom—

In the magic circle, a red light soared into the sky, with a faint electrical sound, and the demon attached to Deadpool also turned into a faint black gas and was sucked away by the laws from hell.

It's just that the angry roar left by the demon before leaving echoed repeatedly in this dark underground space.

“I will never let you go—Phil Coulson!!”

[Emotional value from the demon Baro +777]

Twitching the corner of her eye, Natasha felt inexplicably familiar with this sentence.

Clap clap.

Patting the flames on his body, Deadpool scrambled up from the ground, grinning.

“Constantine, are the demons in hell all this stupid?”

“Probably.”

Relighting a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, Constantine thought for a moment and replied.

“This brain is pretty good, in that land of hell... most are not as good as it.”

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +681]

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +733]

This is the truth. The IQ of the demons in hell is so strange. Generally, when the two sides meet, they either use their fists or claws, and rarely use their brains!

“It really opened my eyes.”

Echoing, and feeling happy in her heart, Natasha gained important information about hell again.

“Oh, no, no way... is the dignified hell so lame?”

Walking out of the magic circle, Deadpool looked sympathetic.

“The little brother's IQ is so low, what kind of stuff are the bosses?

They wouldn't go down to the field to run business and hand out flyers, would they?”

Giving Deadpool a weird look, Constantine smoked his cigarette without speaking.

How could he say that, yes, that's right, the dignified hell lord Mephisto and his gang did just that?

What is a little brother?

Those are all characters who play supporting roles, used to create the atmosphere.

But saying that would lower the status of those big shots, and make his own hell detective look very low, wouldn't it?

“Mr. Constantine... thank you for helping us solve this vicious supernatural case.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s promised 100,000 US dollars will be transferred to your bank card immediately!”

With a smile, Natasha made a promise.

“What about me? What about me?”

As soon as he heard the money, Deadpool couldn't wait to jump over, shouting like a monkey.

He gesticulated, his body language was extremely rich.

“I also contributed a lot to this operation. I shed blood and twisted my waist for the organization, and even sold my body...

Such a big organization like your S.H.I.E.L.D. can't be so heartless and kill the donkey after it grinds the mill!”

“No, it's a camel!”

Smoking a cigarette, Constantine showed a scholarly smile.

“……”

Natasha was speechless, constantly complaining in her heart.

Is that a mule or a camel?

That's a horse... no, it's a donkey, a donkey——!!

Raising her hand and rubbing her forehead, Natasha felt exhausted, and looking at Deadpool's relentless appearance, she said helplessly.

“Mr. Wilson, I have seen your efforts and blood in my eyes……”

But twisting your waist and selling your body, isn't that a line I should say?

“Why not? That demon entered my body, and except for my pure soul, everything that should be defiled has been defiled!”

Not ashamed but proud, Deadpool put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, looking proud.

Natasha couldn't refute, and could only helplessly say that she would ask the director for special approval to give Deadpool 20,000 US dollars.

Ignoring Deadpool's silly joy, Constantine took out his phone and saw a text message reminding him that a payment of 100,000 US dollars had been received. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and kindly reminded him.

“Agent Natasha……”

“What's wrong?”

“I must remind you that although this case is over, we have not yet found the evil spirit hiding behind the scenes.”

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +637]

“Ah? Then who did we fight before?” Frowning, Natasha asked suspiciously.

“They were just some puppets manipulated by evil spirits.”

Speaking of this, Constantine came to a pile of ashes.

He grabbed a handful, closed his eyes, as if he was investigating something.

Natasha did not dare to disturb him, and looked at him nervously.

After a while, Constantine opened his eyes, his tone solemn.

“A woman in a blue dress, Asian... was buried at the bottom of the Hudson River!”

“By the way, I also heard a song……”

“You are happy, but I am heartbroken. The moon knows my grievances. It is not easy to meet but easy to separate. The abandoned woman now regrets her lateness. Do you remember the days when the phoenixes happily compared their interests?

And do you remember continuing to betray your kindness and passing other branches? And do you feel sorry that your old love has no place to live? And do you miss the orphan with a mother but no father? Guess, do you know that I have been sick for a long time and will die of sadness for you soon.”

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +713]

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +744]

“Then what should we do? Constantine, do you have any ideas?”

After working for a long time, I realized that I wasn't fighting the real master, and Natasha felt a little discouraged.

“We must get her bones out of the river and then purify them with high-concentration holy water!”

Constantine quickly came up with a countermeasure, but.

“The most troublesome thing is not the latter step, but how to dig the other party's bones from the bottom of the river.

You must know that we are facing an evil spirit, and it will not be willing to watch us dig her bones without doing anything!”

Biting her lip, Natasha nodded seriously.

“I understand, I will find a way to avoid manual labor and suggest using intelligent machines instead……”

Ring ring ring~

The sudden ringtone interrupted the two people's discussion.

Apologizing, Constantine answered the phone.

“Hello... it's me.”

“Huh? What? Missing?”

“I know... Miss Potts, don't worry now, I'll leave for your place immediately.”

“Don't worry, with the compass, Tony will definitely be found!”

Click.

Hanging up the phone, Constantine took a hard puff of his cigarette and threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

“Natasha, I'm afraid I won't be able to go with you to deal with that evil spirit.”

“What happened?”

Natasha asked, and Deadpool also came over.

Raising his eyes, Constantine said seriously: “Tony Stark... is missing.”