Chapter 241 Self-driving Tour (6,000 words)
The group of people drove in the direction of the Osiris Club. It was quite peaceful along the way, and this calm lasted until Constantine spoke.
"I think you may not be able to find any living people. That place is full of wandering undead, and by the way, those undead are disappearing quickly."
Constantine spoke as always. He was lazy, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled as he spoke.
Now hell has been completely sealed, and even the souls that were supposed to be taken away by them are now wandering in the world until they follow the gravity of death to the kingdom of the dead.
Without the guidance of hell, the soul's lingering time is a bit long now.
But the souls of these dead people dissipated a little strangely.
“What?”
Captain Demio frowned, then slammed on the brakes.
Hellboy's head hit the car frame, and the hard horns rubbed together and sparked.
"Fuck!"
A curse came from Hellboy's mouth, and then he opened the car door forcefully and rushed in towards the Osiris Club.
Hellboy, an honorary human being, is undoubtedly on the side of mankind in terms of his position. He even grew up receiving human education and is full of the blood of justice.
His blood is so hot that it can ignite paper. This is considered a racial talent of the devil.
“I must say, there seems to be some old acquaintances of mine in there?”
Constantine walked out of the car leisurely, then took out the thumbtack in his pocket and put it on his hand.
This was just a show, he had no intention of using force, because it was not easy for those present to hurt his old acquaintance.
"Your acquaintance? That's really unfortunate news."
Captain Daimio pulled out his pistol from the holster, and then rolled his eyes at Constantine.
Demio knows Constantine quite well. After all, this man’s information has filled an entire data cabinet in M11.
"Is there something wrong with you? Or are you crazy because you turned into a man-eating tiger? I'm not good at dealing with madmen. The madman I met last time almost broke my head."
Constantine staggered behind Hellboy and walked over, not forgetting to attack Captain Demio. He was not the kind of guy who would laugh off ridicule.
As an "experienced" necromancer, Captain Daimio's cover-up does not have any effect.
The smell from the devil was so strong that it made him want to sneeze.
"Then you'd better hope that a lunatic like me won't do what the last one didn't do!"
Demio switched his gun-holding state to a tactical posture, stuck the flashlight on the lower end of the pistol and followed.
It’s just that the expression on his face is better.
According to the information, Constantine would never fight with a dead person, he would only watch that person walk into a trap with a smile.
Being retorted is a good thing in a sense. At least it means that Constantine has no intention of paying the "price".
The other M11 members also stopped their cars one by one and followed behind, raising the firearms in their hands.
"What caused this?"
Hellboy looked at the corpse with his head opened on the ground and felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that he couldn't accept the tragic scene, but that he felt uncomfortable since he came to this place. His blood seemed to begin to boil.
The slowly growing itching sensation on his horns made him a little irritated.
"Reading memories from the brain is an investigation method favored by low-level demons, so that only some fragments of memories can be obtained."
Constantine patted Hellboy on the shoulder , and then looked seriously at the innermost room.
He could feel that there was a necromancer's soul over there fighting against the enemy, and the enemy's aura was not too familiar to him.
So he didn't say anything like "have you tried it" to adjust the atmosphere.
“Perhaps the necromancer is trying his best to resist?”
Constantine said in a strange tone, and Hellboy and Demio immediately became alert. .
Demio waved his hand and made a tactical gesture to let the members of M11 be ready to shoot at any time. Then he nodded towards Constantine.
"Hello! Mephisto's clone! Long time no see, are you okay!?"
Constantine tentatively shouted in the direction of the room, like a star on the stage talking to Fans say hello.
I have to say that Constantine has a large group of die-hard fans, and the enthusiasm for his soul is enough to make most human fans feel ashamed.
Then the old gentleman-like guy appeared in front of them.
“Constantine!”
Mephisto's tone was filled with dissatisfaction. He held a white-haired female soul in his hand, and that soul could only pinch Mephisto's arm with its nails.
This is what Constantine meant by "resistance".
The human soul is so powerless when it meets Mephisto.
The moment Mephisto appeared, a dense rain of bullets overwhelmed him.
“Stop!”
Constantine shouted loudly. Fortunately, his shout was still effective, but not every shooter would obey his request.
Demio raised his hand to stop the shooting, and then looked at the old gentleman who was riddled with holes in front of him.
“I’m glad to see you again, but what are you targeting here?”
Constantin didn’t care that his orders had no effect, and played with his hands casually. Zhihu Li said to Mephisto.
“I just completed a contract.”
Mephisto's body returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye.
It's as if those special bullets didn't work.
"Nevi? Not to mention that you can get her soul, she is a near-immortal existence."
"Okay John, you know that I will not expose the information because of your words. "We are too familiar with each other."
The soul of Mrs. Hatton held in Mephisto's hand began to dim. The soul of this poor necromancer is not that of the Lord of Hell. Opponent, even if it's just a clone.
"It seems that you have not been idle during this period and have become stronger. This is something worthy of congratulations. But do you need me to read the contents of the last contract?"
Constantine held a cigarette. His hand made exaggerated gestures, and he winked at Hellboy.
He is not afraid of irritating Mephisto in front of him, or in other words, only by irritating the other party can he have a chance to get the information they need.
"Bang!"
Hellboy used the new toy in his hand to blow out the head of Mephisto's clone with one shot, and then the stone arm saved Mrs. Hatton from disappearing. The edge was pulled back.
"I've got what I want, what are you going to do?"
Mephisto's figure appeared in another location, and then he adjusted the hat on his head and said.
Now he is aloof and finally looks like a hell king.
"Big guy, what I mean is that you punch him directly, not that you shoot."
Constantine did not pay attention to Mephisto, but faced Hellboy Shouting loudly, he is still trying to provoke the other party.
"I'll understand next time."
Hellboy replied angrily, and then his fist fell on Mephisto's face.
"Just like this!"
"Beautiful!"
Constantine took a few steps forward and took it from Hellboy's hand. Mrs. Dayton's soul.
He is not a half-hearted psychic, but a serious psychic.
So he doesn't need to spit out other people's souls from his mouth to complete communication.
"Fire!"
Captain Demio fired first, and then the flashlight hit Mephisto directly in the face.
Strong light is very suitable for disturbing enemies in the dark, but even a clone of Mephisto will not be classified as a "human".
Intensive gunfire rang out again, but Mephisto killed less than half of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.
The deep sleep-like killing method made Constantine frown.
"Man, it seems that you have changed your way of existence? Or how many people's souls have you absorbed?"
"John, it won't be too far when we meet again. I really hope to see your face being stepped on by a leather boot."
Mephisto disappeared from this place with the loot he just harvested.
Obviously Hellboy's fists are not that easy for him to bear.
“What should we do now?”
Demio looked at Constantine with a strange expression, took out an injection and inserted it into his leg.
Emotional fluctuations will turn him into a monster like a murderous tiger, and inhibitors have become a must-have for him.
“I foresaw Nivi’s resurrection, she will return eventually!”
Mrs. Hatton's soul let out a shout that struck straight into the soul, causing everyone present to cover their ears involuntarily.
"Huh? I have no intention of confronting Nivi directly. That kind of existence has never been my job scope."
Constantine took out a cigarette and continued. , and then casually dispersed the soul of Mrs. Hatton next to her.
A psychic who cannot meet danger has no power to Constantine.
"Will you let ordinary people intervene when facing demons? In contrast, we are ordinary people in front of Nivi."
Constantine looked at the surrounding situation and spoke to Hellboy and Demio.
......
"What's wrong? Bulcasso?"
Gu Yi sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck and asked Dubrecasso who was driving.
Bulkessor seemed to feel something just now and his expression was tense for a moment, but it immediately turned into suspicion.
"I seem to feel a little bit of Andariel's breath? But it's too weak, I can't be sure."
Bulkessor stepped on the accelerator hard, making the vehicle drive faster.
London is just ahead. The driving on this road is safe, although it is "slightly" speeding.
Bulkasso agreed to take Jill on a self-driving trip, and Frank's family was also in the car at this time.
The car was equipped with seat belts and a windshield. The seat belts were made by Bulqueso himself, but he got the car glass from SHIELD.
He still didn't want to polish the gem bit by bit, it would take too much patience.
Inside the carriage, Rorschach was hugging his knees and wearing a windbreaker and looking at the stars. Rorschach, who was accustomed to his life as a homeless man, had long been accustomed to this.
Bruce Wayne went home directly, saying he had something to deal with.
And he appeared on the two pickup trucks together because of Bulcasso's wishes.
Endless fighting will only make people numb to the killing, and he needs to take a rest recently.
"Andalil?"
"The King of Pain and Torment, although she has a pair of good legs that everyone will notice, she is still too ugly." Bulcasso explained briefly and smoothed Frank curiosity.
Andariel is the one with the most striking appearance among the Seven Demon Kings.
Has a total of three pairs of legs and one pair of hands.
Two pairs of legs are sharp and spider-like, but the pair of legs used for walking is really eye-catching.
The legs were also covered with a pair of black stockings. No one knew how the legs with sheep's hooves at the bottom were covered with stockings.
The end of the abdomen can spit out large sticky webs like a spider, and the slits on the abdomen can spray poisonous projectiles.
"That guy is very difficult to deal with. She is good at causing pain to others, and every attack can make people feel heartbroken."
Bulkessor had a look on his face when he said this. Some nostalgia, that kind of pain is an experience that remains fresh in people's memories.
"Thank you for 'ignoring pain'!"
Bulkessor muttered silently in his heart.
"Okay, I just want to know if Andariel has woken up."
Gu Yi said calmly, and gave a calm look to Jill who was sleeping in the back seat. smile.
Faced with an enemy that she was unable to directly confront, her choice was to face it calmly, whether it was sacrifice or victory.
"No, she is the kind of restless demon. If she has awakened, she may have been exposed to my sight. I think she may have just chosen a host, just like those archangels."
Bulkessor patted the steering wheel, looking a little impatient.
He wanted to take a few sips, but he was not allowed to drink while driving. He had not drank for a whole day...
Even if he wanted to let Frank drive the vehicle, he couldn't do it because The force required to depress the accelerator and clutch of this car is beyond what ordinary humans can achieve.
“Then shall we continue traveling?”
Ancient One looked at the sky with high stars and moon and said that she would give Loki a lesson tomorrow morning, and then send Loki to Harrogath to spend some time with his brother.
Thanks to the teleportation magic, she can arrange her time properly.
"Why not? This is what I promised Jill."
Bulkessor leaned back and stuffed his huge body into the middle of the seat.
"Well, I always feel like something is going to happen in the UK. Ever since you appeared in this world with Harrogas, events have been surrounding the people around you."< br>
Ancient One flipped the seat height adjuster, but it failed to make the seat tilt backwards, so he patted Bulcaisuo's arm.
Bulkeso stepped on the brakes and helped Gu Yi adjust the angle of the seat before continuing to drive silently.
“Di di di~”
“Sorry, I need to answer the phone.”
Gu Yi took out a ringing mobile phone from his sleeve and pointed it at The person in the car gestured.
Jill had fallen asleep in Frank's arms.
The father laid Gil across the car seat and held his son's head.
Fortunately, this car is big enough for Jill to lie down and fall asleep without having to curl up her legs.
Bulkessor nodded and continued to focus on driving.
"You mean Nevi is resurrected? Okay, I just have to go to London. I'm already on the way. I will stop her when she appears."
Gu talked quietly on the phone and glanced at Bulkesso.
When she put down the phone, she saw Frank's somewhat surprised look.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought the communication between mages would be more 'magical'."
Frank's voice was very low, for fear of waking up his own son.
"That requires mana, and the phone only costs a little money."
Gu Yi said easily.
Mages are not primitive people. Why do they still use that laborious way to communicate when there is a convenient way?
“So what is going to happen in London again?”
Bulkessor’s beard trembled as he said it, and he suddenly felt that it would happen wherever he appeared. Something happened.
Although he doesn't care much about Nivi or anything.
Compared to the unknown Neve, Andariel’s legs are more interesting.
"Yes, a mage from London hundreds of years ago is about to be resurrected, or she has never died."
Gu stuffed the phone back into his sleeve and took it out A sandwich told the story of Neve in a nutshell as I ate it.
"There is no life without an end. The person you are talking about may have just hidden it from the eyes of death, or was rejected by death. Think about it, the person who has been dismembered over the years has still been How much suffering has the living mage suffered? Death is the greatest justice and kindness to life."
Burcasso rarely said a few more words, but no one in the car believed what he said.
Frank heard the story of Bulcaisel's battle against death itself from Gil, and the Ancient One was a personal experiencer of this event.
"Then..."
"Mathael is an exception, or death with an independent personality is no longer fair."
Bulkai Suo looked at the brightly lit city in front of him and said that he didn't want to answer questions about death.
"Who can truly be fair? As long as there are thoughts and desires, fairness is only a relative existence. At most, it is just the line close to fairness."
"Who knows, it will be faster. Let's drive, I hope the mages in London will clean up their residences well."
Gu said softly.
......
"So your method is to tell these, um, mages? Does the mage organization live in a place like this?"
Demio watched Constantine walk out of an inconspicuous building with no plaque on it.
Neither he nor Hellboy went in, but just waited for Constantine to complete the task he was notified of.
“Do we still need to hang a sign on the door that says House of Mages?”
Constantine took out a pack of cigarettes from Demeo’s breast pocket and took it out After clamping one to his mouth, he put the rest into his pocket.
“I just wonder why we have never heard of a group like this.”
Demio snatched his cigarette back from Constantine's pocket, then took out one and put it on his mouth. Then he looked at Constantine's sneer as he took his lighter to light a cigarette, and the smile on his forehead A vein twitched.
"Are you just appearing in the eyes of ordinary people? They are all the same, just different levels."
Constantine returned the lighter to Demio Said casually.
"Honestly, I know that mages exist."
Hellboy took out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking vaguely.
He had no problem with not being the leader of the team. Rather, it made him feel relaxed that he didn't have to use his brain.
“You baboon-faced bastard, do you mean that you are at a very high level!”
Demio lit the fire several times but still couldn’t get it, so he threw the lighter angrily. Constantine's arms.
Constantine smiled cheaply, lit a cigarette for Demio, and then accepted Demio's gift.
He liked the gift, the joke helped build trust, although that was just what he thought.
"Scarface, I don't want to continue arguing with you. The monsters you have seen may not even be a fraction of the monsters I have solved!"
"Okay, you two, now is not the time to continue arguing. Look at the crack in front, do you want to take a look?"
Constantine pointed to the crack in front that was emitting white light, and then walked over first.
"Man, that's a passage to another dimension!"
Hellboy grabbed Constantine's hand and shouted.
No one noticed when the crack appeared.
Demio spit out the cigarette he just took a puff of and immediately took out his pistol.
He always moves quickly when faced with the unknown.
"I know, but obviously that passage is for one of us, why not go there together?"
Constantine patted Hellboy's big hand with a gentle expression. Said with a smile.
"Well, I hope I can come back after this."
Hellboy put away his hands and took steps.
Demio's face was extremely troubled. Judging from Constantine's reputation, it is very likely that he will not be able to come back after leaving.
"Don't worry, I will definitely come back."
Constantine waved to Demio.
"You will definitely come back, but that's not certain for me and him."
Damio put away the gun, then bent down to pick up the cigarettes that had not been extinguished and put them into his mouth. inside.
“Of course, I will always let others sacrifice, because the value of my life is greater than the value of others’ lives.”
Constantine looked at Demio and smiled again. .
“The premise is that we have to do multiple-choice questions.”
After saying that, the three people passed directly through the crack and entered a pure white space.
A house with legs in the distance was walking steadily toward them, folding its legs in front of them.
"I think it's better to let the soldiers go in first."
Constantine stopped Hellboy, and then raised his chin at Demio.
“It’s best if you remember to drag me out when you are in danger.”
Daimio took out his gun and held it in front of him, tilting his head and walking towards the door.
"I think the person this guy wants to see is you. If you go in first, then the soldier and I probably won't be able to leave."
Constantine faced hell The Baron explained.
Compared to these two guys who know nothing about Hellboy's conspiracy, it is impossible to be ahead of the bastard Constantine in terms of intelligence.
And Constantine is still hesitating whether to kill Hellboy to avoid greater trouble.
It had been a long time since he had experienced excess kindness.
And now he does not intend to divide his soul again.
This chapter is a guaranteed chapter for the 13th, and more will be added in the future.
The statistics of debt repayment and additional updates will be compiled at the end of this week.
To be honest, I feel quite proud of the dialogues and the little actions of the characters that I designed...
(End of this chapter)