Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 255: Hand over the spiritual beads in your hands (please subscribe to read, monthly ticket and comment)

"nailed it!"

Taiwu was communicating with Martin, telling him the information they had collected, and turned around when he heard Constantine's voice.

Constantine walked out of the alley, covered in blood from head to toe, as if he had just walked out of a pool of blood. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a happy smile on his lips.

Tai Wu frowned and kindly advised: "Human beings are made up of seven emotions and six desires. If you hate those demons because of the past, it is understandable. But it is not worth it to get yourself involved."

Constantine took a deep puff, removed the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled a long column of smoke, and said with a smile: "Hate those demons? No, I only hate myself."

"Brother Taiwu, let's talk about my psychological problems later. I have more urgent matters now."

"There are indeed demons in hell who want to rush into the human world, and it's not just a farce created by middle-level demons on a whim. This time there is a big man behind everything."

Taiwu knew that he knew too little about demons, so he handed the phone to Constantine: "You talk to Junior Brother!"

Constantine took the phone and yelled at the top of his voice: "Hello, hello, Martin, can you hear me? I didn't expect you to be still alive. Those dogs of the Three Palaces Demon are not easy to deal with."

Martin was on a video call. Seeing Constantine's murderous look, he frowned and said, "It's ok if you want me to die, but Zatanna is your friend. Can't you think of something good?"

Constantine sneered and said, "Good things have never had anything to do with a bastard like me. Hope is a bitch to me. Believing in hope will only make me worse."

Martin knew about Constantine's tragic past. Although there were many people who had similar experiences, he never mentioned it again.

"What kind of person has the guts to poke holes in the sky and plot this under Lucifer's nose?"

Martin was indeed surprised. Lucifer's strength was extremely strong. Even if there were Satan, the devil and the first fallen in hell, even if they were tied together, they were no match for Lucifer alone.

Constantine was also surprised by Martin's reaction: "Do you have any misunderstanding about Lucifer? He is just a child who has not grown up, and his temper is capricious. Los Angeles is just a big toy to him. As long as those demons don't jump in his face and taunt him, he doesn't care about a human city."

Martin was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that Lucifer changed his opinion of humans because he fell in love with a human woman, and a divorced woman with a child.

This fact is so ridiculous that even Martin would find it hard to believe if he didn't have the script in his hand.

"Forget it. It's more unreliable to expect a great god like Lucifer to be kind than to just go out and pick up a big piece of gold. Let's do it ourselves!"

Martin thought for a few seconds and said to Constantine, "When we get there, let's discuss how to deal with those demons."

"Alright!"

Constantine wiped the blood off his face and said with a grin, "Although I have a magic that can send all the demons back to hell at once, you definitely don't want to know the price of that magic."

"Then don't say anything. I don't have any trust in your magic."

Martin shook his head.

Constantine's magic level is indeed not low, but his magic always likes to engage in equal exchange, making himself and the people around him exhausted both physically and mentally, and they will never have a good life.

If he uses magic to send the devil back to hell, half of the lives of the people in Los Angeles will be lost.

Instead of that, Martin might as well ask Lucifer for help. At least if he takes action, he can ensure that Los Angeles and the people living in it are safe and sound.

"Brother Kang, Grandpa Kang, I beg you to put away your magical powers. When we get there, we can work together to find a solution."

As he spoke, a bright sword light appeared on the horizon, falling from the sky and landing directly in front of Constantine.

Martin rushed out from the light and grabbed Constantine's hand. His eyes shot out light like sharp swords and stared at him.

"Why would you do that? I'm not crazy, why would I use such a magic that hurts others and does not benefit myself?"

Constantine was not as strong as Martin, so he could only let Martin hold his wrist and do whatever he wanted.

Martin laughed: "Haven't you done enough things that hurt others and benefit yourself, Constantine?"

"That's right. We have several friends who have become lonely because of you."

Zatanna arrived shortly afterwards, waved her wand, used a cleansing spell to clear the blood off Constantine's body, and complained about this guy's unreliability.

Rachel followed Zatanna and asked quietly, "Sister Zatanna, have you also been tricked by this pervert?"

The girl has not forgotten what happened in the Detroit Police Department interrogation room.

"Of course, if I wasn't so capable, I would have been killed long ago!"

Zatanna nodded quickly, not wanting to dwell on the past.

Constantine was as thick-skinned as a city wall. Even when he was condemned by everyone, he looked indifferent and continued to go looking for trouble with a smile.

"Stop it!"

Martin had no way to deal with a scoundrel like Constantine, so he resorted to violence, grabbed the other's wrist and turned him in front of him.

"Who is the person who led those demons to attack Los Angeles? Is there any way to find him?"

Capture the thief first and capture the king!
Demons are not a disciplined group. Once the leader is dead, it is impossible for the remaining demons to continue their actions at the risk of offending Lucifer's majesty.

When it comes to business, everyone becomes serious.

Tai Wu walked behind Martin and saw several cracks on his sword case. He whispered, "Rachel's demon father is so dangerous that he was forced to use the magic sword?"

"I can't help it. The Shuanglong Sword couldn't withstand the attack of the Sangong Demon and turned into scrap metal. I can only use my ultimate move."

Martin shook his head slightly. Actually, he could still withstand the impact of the spiritual power of the Zhaodan Divine Sword on his body, but if the Sword God's unique skills were used at the same time, the double pressure would be superimposed and impact his body at the same time, which would be difficult to bear.

"careful!"

Taiwu didn't know what to say, as the Zhaodan Sword was not something that ordinary people could wield.

Ever since he gave up swordplay and studied Taoism, his progress in swordsmanship has stagnated, and he has found it very difficult to use the Zhaodan Divine Sword.

"What Excalibur are you talking about?"

Constantine smelled the scent of treasure, came up to Martin, and asked curiously.

"No divine sword has anything to do with you, because you can't use it at all."

Martin pushed Constantine's head away.

This guy is full of evil spirit, and has all the five evils of wine, sex, money and anger. If he holds the sword of illumination, he will be illuminated inside and out, and the sword energy will clear the evil spirit in his body.

However, after the evil spirit dissipated, there was nothing left in Constantine's body, only an empty shell.

"Let's get down to business. Who is the leader of those demons?" "Abaddon!"

Constantine put away his curiosity and said a name in a deep voice: "Do you know this guy?"

"I know! He seems to be the guardian of the bottomless pit, the angel of death of darkness, a fallen angel, and he seems to be in charge of an army of locusts?"

Martin tried hard to search the religious knowledge in his mind and found the existence of this demon.

"I didn't expect you to know so much about demons?"

Constantine looked at Martin, very surprised that he knew this, but he continued: "Strictly speaking, he is also one of Lucifer's brothers, but he is not as good as Gabriel and other archangels, so after his fall from heaven, he has been trying to do something."

There are actually quite a few such demons, especially the fallen angels, who always want to defeat their angel brothers living in heaven.

"This time, in order to drag Los Angeles into hell, Abaddon openly preached in hell and instigated a large number of demons to rush out of hell. But the commandments set by God are still there, and the demons still need a chance to come to the world."

"Earth Spirit Pearl!"

Martin immediately thought of Sebastian who had escaped: "No wonder that guy got the Earth Spirit Pearl but hesitated to summon the Three Palaces Demon. It turns out that he is colluding with the demons in hell and wants to turn the tables and become the master."

"These second-generation demons are all like this, they only want to overthrow their fathers. In fact, those little brats are average in ability and can only plot in secret."

Constantine has seen too many such trash. They don't have the ability to accomplish anything, but they have the ability to do bad things.

"But this is a good thing. It's hard to track down the movements of a big demon like Abaddon, but the little Three Palaces Demon doesn't have that ability. That guy is now all alone and can only go find Abaddon."

The others nodded, agreeing with Constantine's idea.

Sebastian's abilities are indeed average. Although he is a descendant of the Three Palaces Demon, inheritance can only determine the lower limit.

Only the characters below second-rate superheroes or villains are considered at the lower limit, because their six-dimensional attributes are not outstanding, so they can only consider whether the basic attributes are stronger.

But people at Martin's level have already maxed out their six-dimensional attributes, and there's no way to tell who's better than the other. The only thing they can see is who has a higher upper limit and who can use their own strengths to crush the enemy head-on.

"Who can tell fortunes? Come on! Find Sebastian's whereabouts as soon as possible and try to end the battle before today!"

Martin looked around and the four people around him slowly shook their heads.

Tai Wu: "Junior brother, you know me well. You know what I can do better than anyone else."

Constantine: "Don't look at me. The devil's magic makes me even more uncomfortable. If I learn divination, I don't even need to go out. I can just wait to die."

Zatanna: "Don't count on me. Although my father left many notes about magic, I don't have the energy to master them all."

Rachel: "As much as I want to help you, I don't know what I can do."

"Well, then I can only call for help!"

Martin was not angry. Divination was even less reliable than blood inheritance, so it was normal that he didn't know it.

The external assistance he was going to call for was of course the Justice League. In case he was unable to find Sebastian in time and stop the devil Abaddon's conspiracy, he would have to consider the issue of evacuating the people.

This kind of thing should be the responsibility of the local municipal government.

But Martin was not at all confident in the administrative capabilities of that group of people. He was even more worried that someone would turn this into a business and cause even greater trouble.

Therefore, it is better to let the Justice League take over this matter. Anyway, the fact that the US government dislikes them cannot be changed. It is better to attack boldly than to be timid.

Martin stepped aside and contacted Bruce directly, telling him what happened in Los Angeles.

"I understand what you mean. The first round of meetings on sharing extraterrestrial technology has ended, and the representatives of the Five Eyes Alliance do not agree with our principle of "openness and fairness."

"It's time to teach those greedy bastards a lesson so that this meeting can continue!"

Bruce has none of the old Star-Spangled Banner's principles, doesn't care about what the US government thinks, and directly stands on the side of the Justice League.

"I'll go find Clark and the others, prepare all kinds of disaster relief supplies, and rush to Los Angeles as soon as possible to support you."

"Okay, let's get Barry and the others over here too. Let them see the big scene and stop focusing on just one city."

Martin has not forgotten what happened to Team Flash last time, and he is very dissatisfied with the reactions of those scientists.

They want to be safe and sound, but ordinary people who hold power certainly won't allow that, nor will people with superpowers who want to climb the social ladder.

If the Justice League does not take a clear attitude now, the final result will be that it will be abandoned by everyone.

Martin was discussing these things with Bruce in a low voice, when he suddenly realized that the breath he exhaled turned into breath, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly.

He turned his head without leaving a trace.

Taiwu took out the whisk in his right hand and made a hand seal with his left hand, ready to cast a spell.

Constantine reached into his pocket and put on a pair of brass knuckles blessed by an angel.

Zatanna was playing with her wand, seemingly nonchalantly, but actually paying attention to her surroundings.

Rachel noticed something was wrong and shook her head, looking around, trying to find out why the temperature had dropped.

Martin suddenly had an idea. Feeling the ubiquitous threats approaching, he put down his phone, turned around abruptly, and shouted:
"Do it!"

He stretched out his hand and clenched it, and the vital energy in his hand burst out. Thousands of sword energies shot out, like the sun rising in the morning, illuminating every corner of the alley.

Taiwu waved his whisk, and as the pure snow-white whisk silk danced, talismans flew out, connected from beginning to end, like a chain, spreading to the surroundings.

A strong light shot out from the tip of Zatanna's wand, sweeping around, looking for the source of the low temperature.

The cigarette in Constantine's mouth spewed out fierce flames.

The four people attacked fiercely, and their powerful attack even distorted the space. Everything around the alley began to become blurry, and the strong light even began to dissolve the shapes of those objects.

But in the next moment, all their attacks stopped in place, as if frozen, turning into bonsai in a glass box.

A drop of water grew out from the void, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge ball of water, covering Martin and the other four, trapping them and making them unable to make any moves.

"Hand over the spirit beads in your hands, and I can spare your lives!"

A cold voice came from the water and reached everyone's ears. It was like a hungry ghost demanding their lives.

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