"So, Constantine, can you give me the contract of St. Fangansa that you have on you?"
The Witch Heart Demon kept turning his head, his tone was strange and incomprehensible, but it was definitely not polite.
A pair of dull eyes were fixed on Constantine in the crowd.
"Come on, Witch Heart Demon, your deceptive methods are of no use to me."
Constantine walked in front of Steve and stood face to face with the Witch Heart Demon. One hand was still stuffed in the pocket of his windbreaker.
He has never been afraid of demons.
Besides, he didn't care much about Mephisto, so how could he care about a Witch Heart Demon?
"Then you plan to wait until I extract your soul before interrogating you?"
The Witch Heart Demon directly stretched out his hand, his body trembled, and he moved suddenly as if a movie had been edited. The pale hand lightly pressed on Constantine's chest.
A rotten power began to spread on Constantine's body, and in a blink of an eye, his face turned pale, even uglier than before he recovered from lung cancer.
Then Constantine took his hand out of his pocket!
The shroud was wrapped around his fist. As the lighter in his palm was turned on, a burst of fire on the shroud suddenly lit up like ignited gasoline.
The finger-tiger engraved with the contents of the Bible hit the devil's face with sacred flames.
Then Constantine turned around and hid behind Steve.
The moment the Witch Heart Demon was attacked, the bullets of those vampire soldiers returned to their normal state, hitting the Witch Heart Demon's body with crackling sounds.
It was like a bullet hitting a ripped sack.
"You will soon be qualified to negotiate terms with me, but it is not enough now."
Constantine raised the hand wrapped in the shroud high, and the light from the holy flame above spread toward the distance.
Smoke also began to rise from the bodies of the vampire soldiers.
As for Wu Xin Mo, who was facing the holy flame, bubbles appeared on his body, and then he let out a sharp roar.
"It's time for us to withdraw. This flame won't last long."
Constantine spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, and with his free hand, he pulled John Wicker's collar and walked back.
Among those present, John Wick was the first teammate chosen by Constantine. If sacrifice was needed, his soul would also be the last bargaining chip.
At least behind a killer, there won't be any unmanageable organization jumping out to seek revenge, right?
"demon!"
Just when everyone was planning to retreat according to the advice of Constantine, an expert in occult science, Hellboy finally arrived!
The huge size blocked the originally spacious passage.
Two horns that were polished like discs were rubbing against the ceiling, and the revolver in his hand looked really scary.
I saw the huge revolver pointed directly at the wind demon who was escaping in the radiance of the holy flame.
With a gunshot, Feng Mo was completely doomed.
Even if he can blend into the air, it won't change his demonic nature.
Hellboy's bullets have always been specially made. They can't wait to use any means that can be effective against those monsters, such as consecration, blessing and baptism.
"Wow, I thought he was just a legend like you."
After Constantine glanced at Hellboy, he immediately let go of John Wigger's collar, turned around and rushed towards the Witch-Hearted Demon, shouting to Steve by the way.
Then the fist wrapped in the holy flame hit Wu Xin Mo's face hard, making that guy's handsome face look like the surface of the moon.
When the finger tiger scratched across Wu Xin Mo's cheek, the sparkling fire was a little bright.
"Hellboy, come and deal with this guy, he is the boss!"
After Constantine finished shouting, the shroud in his hand was completely burned.
Under Constantine's actions, Hawkeye and the others had to attack the Witch Heart Demon together.
No matter how you look at it, Constantine's performance is at least from a human standpoint.
Although what Constantine said was very awesome, his choices were always very conscientious. After giving the Witch a hard blow, he hid behind Steve again.
Steve didn't wake up long enough to understand these new legends.
But Coulson and the others did know this big red guy.
Just like the deeds of Captain America always appear in newspapers, the legend of Hellboy is also spread among the people.
"What is going on in this mission? First there are vampire soldiers, then demons, and then Hellboy. Will there be something like a flaming skull appearing later!?"
Melinda held the gun in her hand and fired continuously at the Witch Heart Demon, cursing incessantly.
This mission was much more difficult than she imagined.
"I think you should take a look over there..."
Coulson pointed the gun in his hand at the entrance of the base, which was illuminated by a burst of fire behind Hellboy.
On the forehead where the hairline was originally quite high, the fine beads of sweat were reflecting light.
"Ma'am, I think you may have the gift of a psychic."
Constantine stopped running away and slowly took out the cigarette from his pocket.
"Knights of Mephisto, we are really unlucky on this trip."
He had shown great skill when he plotted against Carter Shirey before, but if he was asked to face the knight alone without preparation, there was nothing he could do.
After all, knights never negotiate terms, and his soul, Constantine, is the best fuel for the flames of hell.
Hawkeye's hand holding the flying knife turned a little white, which was a natural sign of exerting too much force.
He didn't know why, but these weird things appeared in large numbers, making him unable to even question Constantine.
In other words, all his doubts turned into slaps on his face.
"You! Guilty!"
Although I don’t know how a skeleton without vocal cords can speak, these words brought great pressure to everyone present.
The feeling of fear that acted on the soul made Constantine shiver uncomfortably.
The evil in the eyes of the Vengeful Spirit, or the Ghost Rider, is completely different from the human concept.
As long as he is willing, every human being is guilty, and the difference is just a matter of more or less.
The purpose of the spirit of vengeance is to burn all sins until it even burns itself.
The iron chain burning with strange flames fell from the Ghost Rider's body to the ground, raising its head like a living snake.
Then the large revolver in Hellboy's hand fired directly, knocking Ghost Rider staggering.
"What the hell is this?"
Hellboy felt threatened, so he chose to strike first.
