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Chapter 239 I am Los Angeles! (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

It was still morning, no more than 10 o'clock, and there were certainly not many people in the bar, a place where workers went to have fun at night, and the mess left behind after dusk last night had not been cleaned up yet.

The boss, who was in his forties or fifties, a little bald, and had a big beer belly, saw the person who pushed the door and walked in, and his eyes widened instantly:

"Johnny Constantine?!"

"How dare you, a bastard who slept with my daughter and owes me a huge debt, show up in front of me?"

When the bar owner saw Constantine, his soul became pure. The only pure thing was the thought of taking out a shotgun and shooting Constantine into a honeycomb.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to make some holes in you right now!"

"Fuck me!"

When Constantine saw the other party pull out a shotgun, his eyes widened. He hid behind Martin and shouted, "Hey, Linnie! Your daughter went to bed with me voluntarily. I never forced her, not even a word."

"As for the debt I owe you, isn't it time to pay it back? I have a big deal to introduce to you. As long as this deal goes through, both of us can make a lot of money."

Martin, who was used as a shield, was very helpless. He really didn't understand how Constantine could survive to this day.

Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey? He actually mentioned that he had slept with the other man's daughter in front of a father.

Constantine was also worried that Martin would abandon him due to moral issues, so he quickly explained:

"Don't be fooled by the old man's fatherly appearance. I assure you that he doesn't care about his daughter at all. As long as he can make money, he will immediately change his attitude."

"Fuck you! I'm not the same kind of person as a heartless bastard like you."

The fat boss slammed the table, pulled out his gun and pressed forward, determined to shoot Constantine into a hive of fire.

"Fuck! Old man, you're crazy!"

Constantine's heart sank, realizing that if Martin didn't help, he would really die here.

Martin didn't want to get involved in this matter.

It’s hard for an upright official to stop household chores!

"You slept with someone's daughter and refused to take responsibility. It's okay for him to shoot you twice to vent his anger. I'll put two talismans on you to ensure that you will survive after being shot."

Martin whispered an idea.

Constantine shook his head decisively: "I don't want to get shot. I was not wrong in this matter in the first place!"

"Bullshit, my precious daughter is as beautiful as a flower, and you are just a stinky, hard-boiled salted fish. You took advantage of me and still keep talking nonsense, I will beat you to death!"

The fat boss was furious!
Martin had no choice but to draw his sword and swung it out. The Tiangang fighting spirit extended to the sword, directly cutting the shotgun in the fat boss's hand into two pieces.

"calm!"

Martin put the sword on the boss's neck with one hand, and grabbed Constantine who was trying to slip away with the other hand. His face was gloomy, like a judge who was judging everything.

"I'm here to do business, not to be a referee for you two."

"I don't care if you two want to duel. As long as someone brings me to the place where the information is traded, you two can continue to fight to the death."

Feeling the pressure coming from Martin, the fat boss was the first to compromise. He was a businessman, and as long as his life was not involved, of course he would focus on making profits.

The fat boss stopped chasing him, so Constantine stopped too.

"Sir, there has never been a Taoist priest in Los Angeles before. What kind of information do you want to buy?"

The fat boss forced himself not to look at Constantine and to adopt a friendly attitude towards his guests.

There are quite a lot of Chinese people who can use magic, but only a few can be called Taoists, and those old guys all fled to the United States from the University of Tokyo in the 50s.

"We are looking for four beads, representing the four attributes of wind, water, fire, and earth. They appeared in Los Angeles today or last night."

Martin briefly summarized the characteristics of the spirit pearl, but did not explain its origin.

"Your request is very clear. If anyone here has the relevant information, we will be able to find it quickly."

The fat boss asked Martin and the other three to sit down, and served hot tea to Martin and Taiwu, and juice to Rachel. As for Constantine, he got nothing.

"Stingy!"

Constantine looked at the fat boss who walked into the secret door, cursed loudly, then picked up a bottle of wine nonchalantly and started drinking it by himself.

The tea served by the fat boss was very ordinary, but Martin, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, drank it all in one gulp.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the fat boss finally came out with a mask in his hand.

"Mr. Martin, the seller who wants to trade intelligence with you is ready. In order to ensure that each other's identities are not discovered, please put on your mask and follow me to the dark room."

"The darkroom has been specially treated so that there is almost no light and only the other party's voice can be heard."

"Before the formal transaction, the other party will give some corresponding hints, which may be words, or fragments of an object or photos."

"If you are satisfied, the deal will go ahead. If you are not satisfied, you can choose to terminate the deal without any fees."

After listening to the fat boss' introduction of various rules, Martin nodded and said, "Okay, the boss is indeed a capable person. It is not an easy task to come up with such a set of rules."

"Mr. Martin, you are so polite! Please take off all your weapons and follow me into the dark room."

Martin placed the Double Dragon Sword and the sword case in Senior Brother Taiwu's hands, and then followed him in.

The fat boss asked Martin to put on a blindfold, and everything in front of him instantly fell into darkness. Then he grabbed the other person's hand and slowly walked into the dark room.

This time it wasn't just his eyes telling him that it was dark around him.

Even his body seemed to have eyes, able to see the darkness and coldness that enveloped him.

Although he was very uncomfortable, Martin did not resist. He sat in the chair obediently as his boss asked and began to wait.

After counting about fifty breaths, clear footsteps were finally heard in the dark room.

Martin turned his head and put his ear towards the direction where the sound came from, and heard that the other party was also sitting on the chair.

Then, the man spoke: "The first clue I'm giving you is, Star Bar!"

"you can go now!"

When Martin heard the name, he rejected the other party without thinking.

He didn't want to face Lucifer now, and there was no need to face him directly.

The spirit pearl is definitely not in his hand, otherwise, with Lucifer's fun-loving nature, he would definitely show off the spirit pearl in a swagger and then go to see who is interested in him.

The person who wanted to sell the information was very surprised and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you are too outrageous. Don't you want to listen to my other keywords?"

"No need, please leave, next one!"

Martin rolled his eyes under the eye patch and rejected the other party mercilessly.

Soon the next person arrived, and he also got straight to the point: "The keyword I want to give you is circus!"

Circus? It sounds more reliable than Star Bar!

Martin said, "Please continue!"

The other party did not hesitate and said directly: "This morning, a circus was rehearsing a performance in a theater in downtown Los Angeles when it was suddenly surrounded by a tornado.

When people rushed in to rescue, they found that the tornado had mysteriously disappeared, as if it had never appeared.”

"And today is the last day of that theater performance." Wind?
This was different from what Martin had expected. He had thought it would be news about the Water Spirit Pearl.

But it is not impossible for two spirit beads to fall in the same city at the same time.

"Okay, thanks for the news. I'll pay on time."

The other party asked for $10,000, which was not a difficult task for Martin. He just swiped his card and it was done.

Thirty breaths after the second person left, the third person walked in.

"The keyword I'm giving you is cult."

"please continue!"

"Recently, a mysterious sect has emerged in Los Angeles. Under the guise of medical research, they have recruited many celebrities and wealthy businessmen and collected their blood."

"But just last night, a major accident occurred at the party held by that sect. The foundation of the building where the party was held suddenly collapsed, and the entire building fell diagonally onto the street. The fate of the people inside is unknown."

earth?
Martin was surprised again.

Add water and you have three spirit beads.

The possibility of three spirit beads appearing in the same city at the same time is almost zero.

Without the need for fortune-telling, Martin could see that a huge threat was surrounding him.

The circus, the evil cult, the Water Spirit Pearl whose whereabouts are still unknown, the Thunder Spirit Pearl that is related to the Three Palaces Demon, and the Fire Spirit Pearl whose whereabouts are unknown.

Another sad hurdle!
After the three men met, Martin was taken out of the dark room by the bar owner. He took off his blindfold and saw light again. He exchanged a few polite words with the owner and prepared to pay.

Ten thousand dollars is no big deal, he can just swipe the card.

The person who provided the information about the cult wanted gold, which put Martin in a difficult position. He could only go to Senior Brother Taiwu.

When Shushan disciples go down the mountain, they always take some gold and silver with them in case of emergency.

"All the gold and silver I have are here!"

When Taiwu heard that Martin was short of money, he took out all the money he had without hesitation.

Martin counted the money carefully, took out three gold ingots, and gave them to the bar owner to pay the third person for the information. Then he transferred another sum of money to the owner as his fee as a broker.

After doing all this, Martin discovered that Constantine was missing and he was not in the bar hall.

"Brother, did Constantine escape?"

Martin turned around and asked Taiwu, and the answer he got was: "After you left, a woman in a gauze skirt came in. She chatted with the blond barbarian for a few words, and then the two went to the toilet together."

"What time is it now? He still has the mind to think about the three ways?"

Constantine was not a man of self-control, otherwise he would not have been addicted to liquor, cigarettes and women.

However, after getting new information from the dark room, Martin realized that the involvement of Lingzhu was wider than he had thought before, so he became a little impatient.

"Be a good person to the end. I'll talk to Constantine, and then we'll leave."

Martin took back his preparations and asked Taiwu and Rachel to stay where they were. One of them was too serious and the other was too young, and neither of them was suitable for doing these things.

He walked towards the men's restroom and was about to push the door when he sensed a powerful water-based spiritual power surging out of the restroom, accompanied by various earth vein forces.

A few minutes ago, Constantine and the woman in black veil walked towards the bathroom.

Constantine, who always accepted everyone, regardless of food or meat, thought of the ruthless Martin and rejected a woman's advances for the first time. Fortunately, the first woman was very beautiful.

"Beauty, are we progressing too fast?"

He pushed away the woman who was approaching him and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Very fast? I don't feel it!"

The woman in black veil spoke in a dazed tone. She stretched out her slender fingers and brushed Constantine's unshaven face, and said softly:
"For some people, just one look is enough!"

"I think you're pretty good. You smell like cigarettes and alcohol, and you're haunted by the thoughts of many girls. Someone like you is very suitable to live in Los Angeles."

"Really? People who see me for the first time never say that!"

Constantine frowned slightly, and soon became the kind of person who didn't want to resist but had to resist.

He seemed like the kind of person who would make small talk, so he forcibly changed the subject and said, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Beauty, even if you fell in love with us at first sight, you can't rush into a deep conversation without even telling us our names!"

Constantine seemed unable to resist the temptation, and began to touch the woman's plump body with his hands, and his breathing became faster and faster.

The woman's eyes became blurred and her forehead raised slightly.

At this moment, Constantine's expression suddenly changed and became extremely cold, like a hunter aiming at his prey.

Golden spells appeared in his palms, stretched out chains, and began to wrap around the woman in his arms.

"After all, I wouldn't dare touch you unless you tell me clearly what you are!"

"Nameless thing, show your true form and stop hiding yourself"

Constantine recited an ancient Babylonian spell, and golden chains penetrated deep into the woman's body, trying to pull something out.

But his hands grabbed nothing. The woman's body was like the moon in the water, which shattered at the touch. After his hands left her, her body returned to its beautiful state.

"This"

Constantine was surprised that his magic had failed, and he pressed his back against the wall, moving towards the toilet door.

"What on earth are you?"

An angry expression appeared on the woman's face: "I believed you at first, but you let me down so much."

"If you want to know what I am, come and see for yourself!"

The woman opened her arms and blue beads flew out of her body. As the light shimmered, the shadow of the city of Los Angeles appeared behind her.

“I am Los Angeles!”

"Shit!"

Constantine's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the spiritual pearl that Martin and the others were looking for was actually in the hands of the city spirit.

The spirits of a city are something that cannot be killed or removed. They will only die when a city declines.

Now that I have the spirit pearl in my hand, it will be even more difficult to deal with.
Constantine thought of the Detroit Thunder, opened his arms, and prepared to summon a big devil from hell to take the thunder.

"Get down!"

Martin's voice came from behind him, and Constantine did it without hesitation.

The sword light shot out like a waterfall!

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