Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 86: Am I a vehicle killer?

　　 After repeated ‘passion’ at midnight, Constantine expressed his reluctance and left a declaration of ‘I’ll be back’, which made Midnight Daddy happy and moved to tears.

　　 It can be seen that the friendship between the two is so deep, it makes the listener sad and the listener weep!

　　 After all, these years, my friends use less and less. Considering that if I encounter difficulties in the future, I don’t even have a sacrifice object, so Constantine said repeatedly that he would never forget the old friend Midnight.

　　Midnight Father was very happy after hearing this, and even performed an impromptu Rap for Constantine on the spot.

　　 is nothing but...

　　 is that the content of Rap is not easy to understand. It may be a tribal language in the Mediterranean.

　　...

　　 said goodbye to midnight and walked out of the bar to the street.

　　 In order to send Constantine away, he even gave them his newly bought car and keys at midnight, asking these two plague gods to leave quickly and never come back again.

　　 "Sit down, friend."

　　 Constantine got in the car, with a cigarette in his mouth, one hand on the steering wheel, and said, "Remember to put on the seat belt. My speed is beyond your imagination. Don’t expect me to Brake!"

　　 "Go ahead and drive."

　　 Lord sighed helplessly. He just wants to finish the task quickly and go back. Being with Constantine is too torturous.

　　 knows the plot line in advance, but suffers from the pain that cannot be spoiled, who can understand?

　　 He can tell Constantine directly that Gabriel is behind the scenes. But since the spoilers may attract the attention of the big guys from heaven and hell, so I can only watch Constantine slowly reasoning and solving the case, this feeling is simply terrible!

　　 Los Angeles at three in the morning.

　　 A car is running wildly on an empty road. As Constantin said, he can't step on the accelerator when driving.

　　"Wait...do you smell anything?"

　　 Constantine was holding the steering wheel in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Suddenly, his brows wrinkled slightly, and he smelled a special smell.

　　 Lord sniffed and said, "It seems to be... the smell of sulfur, right?"

　　"Sulfur smell?"

　　 Constantine's face suddenly changed. This is not good news, because the smell of sulfur and the demons of **** are generally inextricably linked!

　　 The next second, just as Constantine wanted to remind Lord to be careful, he suddenly felt the car body shake violently, and was overturned by a sudden huge force!

　　 The car was thrown high into the air, and then fell at an extremely fast speed. Lord reacted quite quickly, pulling Constantine's shirt collar, kicking the front windshield, and giving him Lost it!

　　 Don't know why, Constantine suddenly felt a little familiar.

　　 In the next moment, Constantine finally knew why he felt familiar.

　　咣!

　　 This time it flew out sideways again, and there happened to be a telephone pole on the side of the road. The collision between the flesh and the iron made the most tooth-wrenching sound, and Constantine screamed again!

　　 "My waist!!!"

　　 Constantine's anger was mixed with pain, and he fell to the ground with his waist and wailed, glaring at the culprit: "Did you intentionally? This is the second time!"

　　 "Uh..."

　　 Lord looked embarrassed, this time he was really not intentional, it was entirely accidental and coincidental.

　　 I can only blame Constantine for his bad luck. Who told him to fly out with a telephone pole on the side of the road?

　　 "Fak! You absolutely did it on purpose!"

　　 Constantine wanted to cry without tears, rubbing his painful old waist, wondering if he would be dysfunctional.

　　 In response, Lord could only show an awkward and polite smile, but his eyes floated to the crashed car unconsciously, and a whisper suddenly appeared in his heart.

　　If he remembers correctly...

　　 This seems to be the third car destroyed, right?

　　 Once or twice, it’s okay to say, but this is the third time. Every time I was suddenly attacked while riding in a car. Is it possible that these villains are all dedicated to destroying vehicles?

　　 Lord suddenly felt a deep malice, he might have been cursed by a vehicle killer of a man surnamed Joe!

　　 Zi La Zi La!

　　 On both sides of the empty streets, bright electric lights suddenly began to flicker, one bright and one dark alternately rapidly, and along with the short-circuited wires, intertwined a strange picture like a prelude to a ghost film.

　　This routine, Constantine understands.

　　 I don’t know why. Generally, all demons seem to break light bulbs or wires before they appear on the stage to show their identity and create a strange and terrible atmosphere.

　　 Constantine rushed into the darkness and shouted: "Get out of here, demon!"

　　 bang!

　　 The lights on both sides of the road suddenly shattered, and the wires seemed to be forcibly torn off by some force. After falling on the ground, there was electric sparks, twisting and dancing like crazy snakes.

　　 A pungent smell of sulfur suddenly filled the air, followed by a sound of hard-soled leather shoes colliding with the ground from the dark shadow.

　　 A figure gradually walked out of the darkness. Under the reflection of the moonlight, Lord and Constantine could see clearly what the man looked like.

　　 "It's you! Baldasha!"

　　 Constantine was shocked, obviously he didn't expect that the other party would come to the door so soon!

　　 Baldassa, dressed up in a suit and leather shoes, with a big back, a spiritual guy, with a trace of coldness on his face, and said murderously: "Constantin, you are dead tonight, no one can save you!"

　　 "I don't think so~"

　　 Constantine shrugged~IndoMTL.com~with a look of indifferent expression: "I wanted to kill you myself, but unfortunately you were a little too anxious to die."

　　 "Hahaha..."

　　Baldasa pupil boiled with murderous intent, and said with a ferocious smile: "Just because you want to kill me? You don't even have the exorcism props on your body now. Are you planning to expel me by your mouth?"

　　 "Of course not, just rely on friends."

　　 Constantine calmly lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After taking a deep breath, he provocatively spit it out at Baldasha.

　　 just kidding!

　　He Constantine walks the rivers and lakes, does he rely on props and magic to exorcise?

　　 of course not!

　　His exorcism relies on friends and teammates!

　　"Friends?"

　　 Baldasha was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that there was a man standing beside Constantine.

　　 This person looks...too weak!

　　 didn't make him feel any threat to him.

　　 "Constantin, did your brain burn out by cigarettes?"

　　 Baldasha felt that he was underestimated, murderous in his tyrannical eyes, and the smell of sulfur from **** became more serious.

　　 "You... didn't go to the midnight bar today?"

　　 Constantine took a cigarette and asked for an inexplicable word.

　　 "No, why are you asking about this? Do you want to delay time and wait for midnight to save you?" Baldasha's brain was a little confused, thinking Constantine was pinning his hopes on midnight.

　　 "No, nothing, I know."

　　 Constantine grinned, his eyes were very kind and kind, and said: "Dear Lord, remember to leave him a breath, we still have a lot of questions to ask him."