Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Then, Constantine, can you give me the contract of Saint Van Gonza on your body?"

The witch heart demon kept turning his head, and his tone was strange and inexplicable, but it was definitely not polite.

A pair of lifeless eyes fixed on Constantine in the crowd.

"Come on, Witch Heart Demon, your demagogues are of no use to me."

Constantine walked in front of Steve and stood face to face with the witch. One hand was still stuffed in the pocket of the windbreaker.

He has never been afraid of demons.

Besides, even Mephisto didn't care much, so how could he care about a witch?

"Then you plan to torture me after I extract your soul?"

The Witch Heart Demon directly stretched out his hand, his body trembled, and moved suddenly as if the movie was being edited, and that pale hand lightly pressed on Constantine's chest.

A rotten force began to spread on Constantine's body, and his face became pale in a blink of an eye, even uglier than when the lung cancer hadn't healed.

Then Constantine drew his hand from his pocket!

The shroud was wrapped around his fist, and as the lighter in his palm was lit, a burst of fire on the shroud suddenly lit up like ignited gasoline.

The knuckles engraved with the contents of the Bible smashed into the face of the Witch Heart Demon with holy flames.

Then Constantine turned around and ducked, hiding behind Steve.

The moment Wu Xinmo was attacked, the bullets of those vampire soldiers recovered and crackled on Wu Xinmo's body.

It was like a bullet hit a broken sack.

"You will be qualified to negotiate terms with me soon, but it's not enough now."

Constantine raised his hand wrapped in the shroud, and the radiance of the holy flame above it spread towards the distance.

Green smoke began to rise from the vampire soldiers.

As for the Witch Heart Demon who was facing the holy flame, blisters burst out, and then a sharp roar came from his mouth.

"It's time for us to withdraw now, this flame will not last long."

Constantine spit the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, and with his free other hand, he grabbed John Wicker by the collar and walked back.

Among the people present, John Witkey was the first teammate chosen by Constantine, and if he needed to sacrifice, then his soul was also the last bargaining chip.

Behind at least one killer, there won't be some difficult organization jumping out to seek revenge, right?

"demon!"

Just when everyone was planning to retreat according to the opinion of Constantine, an expert in mysticism, Hellboy finally arrived!

The huge body completely blocked the not-so-spacious passage.

Two polished disc-like horns rub against the ceiling, and the revolver in his hand is really scary enough to look at.

I saw that the huge revolver was directly pointed at the wind demon who was escaping in the radiance of the holy flame.

With a gunshot, Feng Mo was completely finished.

Even if he could blend into the air, it wouldn't change his devilish nature.

Hellboy's bullets have always been specially made, and they would like to use them all as long as they can be effective against those monsters.

"Wow, I thought he was just a legend like you."

After Constantine glanced at Hellboy, he immediately let go of John Wicker's collar, turned around and rushed in the direction of the witch, and yelled at Steve by the way.

Then the fist wrapped in holy flames slammed heavily on the witch heart demon's face, hitting that guy's handsome face like the surface of the moon.

When the knuckle brushed across Wu Xinmo's cheek, the sparkling flames were a bit bright.

"Hellboy, come and deal with this guy, he is the boss!"

After Constantine shouted this voice, 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 powerful, his choices were always incomparably sincere. After giving the Witch Heart Demon a hard blow, he hid behind Steve again.

Steve didn't wake up for a long time, so he didn't have time to understand these new legends.

But Coulson and the others did know this big red guy.

Just as the deeds of Captain America always appear in newspapers, the legend of Hellboy is also circulated among the crowd.

"What's going on with this mission? First vampire soldiers, then demons, and then Hellboy. Will there be something like a flaming skull in a while!?"

Melinda took the gun in her hand and shot continuously at the Witch Heart Demon, cursing and cursing non-stop.

This mission was much more difficult than she imagined.

"I think you should look over there..."

Coulson pointed the gun at the entrance of the base, and a burst of flames illuminated the place 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 talent of a psychic."

Constantine stopped running away, and slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Knights of Mephisto, our trip is really unlucky."

When he was plotting against Carter Sley before, he performed with ease, but let him face that knight alone when he was unprepared, he also had no choice.

After all, knights never negotiate terms, and his soul, Constantine, is the best fuel for the flames of hell to burn.

Hawkeye's hand holding the flying knife turned white, which was a natural manifestation of excessive force.

He didn't know why, as soon as these weird things appeared, they appeared together, making him unable to question Constantine.

In other words, all his doubts turned into slaps on his face.

"You! Guilty!"

Although I don't know how the skeleton without vocal cords spoke, these words brought great pressure to everyone present.

The sense of fear acting on the soul made Constantine shiver uncomfortably.

The spirit of vengeance, or the evil in the eyes of 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 only a matter of more or less.

The purpose of the spirit of vengeance is to burn all the sins until it burns itself.

The iron chain burning with strange flames fell from Ghost Rider's body to the ground, tilting its head like a big snake with life.

Then the large revolver in Hellboy's hand shot directly, knocking Ghost Rider staggering.

"What the hell is this?"

Hellboy felt threatened, so he chose to strike first.