Marvel – Immortal Path

Constantine is smoking a cigarette.

His face is haggard and lonely, his eyes are deep and concave, and he breathes clouds and fog, and between his breath, the flame of "Sika" cigarettes keeps drawing closer, accumulating slender ashes.

If you put it elsewhere, such as a dark and humid city back alley, a dark and dark basement, Constantine smoking a cigarette can definitely compose a dark-toned cartoon.

But in this long and narrow corridor where everyone in suits and ties, shoulders shoulder to shoulder, constant flow, Constantine's presence is extremely abrupt.

"Sorry, Mr. Constantine, smoking is forbidden here."

The short and chubby Amanda Waller stood in front of Constantine with the papers in her hands. He said in a cold tone with an expression: "If you don't mind, please put out the smoke."

Constantine did not say a word, just squinted his eyes, passed the black woman, and scanned the corridor. .

Yes, this is the white house in Washington, the heart of American power.

Seeing that Constantine didn’t intend to extinguish the smoke at all, Amanda didn’t insist on it. She just kept her face and said indifferently: "Come with me."

Constantine turns left and right, bypassing the corridors, and finally arrived at a reception room.

The reception room is small in scale, and the color decoration style is mainly green, which looks fresh and refreshing, cozy and pleasant.

Constantin stabbed into the room, sat on the soft sofa, and randomly pressed the exhausted Sika cigarettes into the ashtray, and took it out in the indifferent gaze of Amanda Waller. Cigarette box, said indifferently,

"Where is the president?"

"He is making a national televised speech."

"oh?" Konstantin Young Raised her eyebrows, moved her butt, and changed oneself to a more comfortable position, "Is it Washington's sincerity for such an informal reception?"

Amanda Waller laughed and said casually:" Facing such a catastrophe, the entire American state apparatus was mobilized, and there were countless things waiting to be resolved.

You are a Superpower User from a rogue in the United Kingdom, can’t you wait any longer? First wait?"

"Of course I don’t care about waiting,"

Constantin spread out his hands and said casually: "It’s just that I hope the think tank in the next room Can I quickly come up with an opinion, what kind of attitude should I have, to face the representative of a school city like me to negotiate."

The smile on Amanda's face is a bit frozen, she is almost Instantly confirm the fact that oneself hates John Constantine.

This United Kingdom man’s criminal record in the United States is extremely glorious. If he is not the representative of the academy city, I’m afraid he will be caught on the White House lawn before he enters the gate of the White House. The security was shot dead.

even more how, according to reliable reports, Constantine also disappeared in Gotham before the suicide squad was destroyed. Is there any connection between the two...

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Amanda Waller became more and more unhappy. This lady from an intelligence agency did not hide her own emotions at all, or she was not afraid that Constantine would notice the bad emotions of own at all.

He and Constantine, to some extent, can be regarded as a kind of people, selfish, deep, and like to cheat people.

"tsk tsk tsk, I just like your look that can’t get accustomed to me and can’t kill me."

Constantin raised his legs with great pride, Put the boots on the small coffee table, scraping the mud from the bottom of the boots on the delicate gold edge of the coffee table.

"Don’t be too proud, warlock."

Amanda Waller snered, eagle-like sharp eyes trying to gouge off the flesh on Constantine’s face, "According to our I know, the enemies who want to collect debts from you are all over the world.

Even inside and outside of Washington, there are seven or eight terrorists with extraordinary abilities hidden in them, specifically to kill you. "

"Huh?"

Constantin grinned, "Sorry, I didn't know that the extraordinary institutions in the United States would be so kind and willing to provide me with this kind of information." "

"We just don't want you to have an accident in Washington, that's all."

Amanda Waller shook the head and said sarcastically: "After all, no one wants Other people’s watchdog died in front of oneself’s door."

Constantine accepted the other’s sarcasm indifferently, rubbed his itchy calf with the edge of the coffee table, and said lazily: "How long will the president also finish? Ah?"

"Half an hour later." Amanda Wole Yang walked away, "You can wait here first."

Pattern, the door is closed, Only Constantine remained in the green room.

"It's boring..."

He smoked a cigarette, spit out a puff of smoke, stretched his body, took out the cellphone from his pocket, watched the president’s speech on the screen, and spit out a mouthful smoke.

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From the low-Earth orbit space station looking down, the North American continent is quiet and serene at night, and the meteorological clouds are spinning like vortex, coming from cities, The rural lights converge into rivers, either sparsely or densely, illuminating the entire area of ​​America.

It is early morning, but the overwhelming majority residents of this country are still awake. Hundreds of ordinary people are staying at home, in front of the TV, watching reports about the New York disaster.

The electromagnetic pulse produced by Kabbalah’s Life Tree finally dissipated and the helicopter was able to fly into it, broadcasting the tragedy of New York City to hundreds of millions of residents.

The giant palms of strains holding the sky, the collapsed high-rise buildings, and the thick and long plumes of smoke rising into the sky make these people who think they are living in peaceful times silent.

The wife squeezed her husband’s sweaty hands; the child stared at the peers buried under the ruins on the screen; the old man lowered his head and let the rays of light of the TV hit him The face is mottled like an oil painting.

Fortunately, the heart-wrenching picture was finally interrupted, and a Latino middle-aged man's face appeared on the screen.

That is the current Bald Eagle Boss, he is speaking on national television.

"Good evening, today, our compatriots, our lives, and our cherished freedom have been attacked by a series of premeditated and inhuman terrorists."

Boss sits down In the iconic oval office, the backdrop is floor-to-ceiling windows with floating beige curtains.

His face is solemn, and the professional makeup artist deliberately painted some shadows beside his cheekbones to make him look more haggard and solemn.

"...This large-scale terrorist attack is to intimidate us, but they are doomed to fail..."

His words were accurately transmitted to the United States Hundreds of thousands of households have passed on to other countries across the uncovered Pacific Ocean.

Think tanks all over the world are mobilized. The most elite think tanks collect information through various methods, assess the disaster situation of New York, assess the price of reconstruction, assess the public opinion of the United States and the world, and assess the cause of the disaster. Source and evaluation of the political, economic, cultural, and military strategy adopted by the United States after its injury...

The Bald Eagle Boss has a solemn and solemn expression, and his expression is deep and solemn.

"Tonight, I ask you to pray together, for all those who are in disaster, for the children whose beautiful world is ruthlessly shattered, and for all those whose safety is threatened."

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In the oval office, President Bald Eagle put down the speech and said to the camera: "Thank you, good night, and God bless America."

And in that reception room, through cellphone Constantine, who watched the TV speech, smiled and said indifferently: "God? Haven't these bureaucrats recognized the facts yet?

God, his surname is Li now."