Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 260: Okay, okay, you play like this? (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

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Abaddon tapped his hand lightly on the table and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't think you can accomplish anything."

Sebastian frowned and said hurriedly: "This bead in my hand..."

"Of course I know that the bead in your hand is very magical."

Abaddon's eyes narrowed into a line, and he shook his head gently, saying in a deep voice, "I doubt your own abilities. Just now, those who destroyed the Blood Brotherhood also defeated the city spirit of Los Angeles and used that spirit to strengthen the land of Los Angeles."

"Even I have to admit that the mortal did an excellent job. The seal he set on the land under the city of Los Angeles, even if I did it myself, I would have to pay a price to open the door to hell."

Sebastian's expression gradually became out of control. He recalled the scene of the Blood Brotherhood's demise, and his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely be able to open the gate to hell. Not for any profit, but for revenge. As long as I can make those people suffer, I am willing to give everything."

clap clap clap...

Abaddon looked at Sebastian's distorted expression and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Very good, very good. Now this is what a man should be like."

What kind of man?
A useless man who doesn't know what he wants and wishes he had thousands of hands to grab and control everything around him.

Abaddon took a deep breath and nodded. "I am very satisfied with you now. Go ahead and do whatever you want! I will give you all my support!"

Sebastian lowered his head slightly, using this action to hide the uncontrollable joy on his face.

After turning around, he couldn't wait to rush out of the fast food restaurant, looking at the blue sky, his mouth slightly open, wishing he could roar to the sky right now.

But he suppressed this impulse, stretched out his right hand towards the sky, exerted a little force, as if grabbing the entire sky in his hand, rubbing it as much as he could, wanting to dye the pure sky with his own color.

"Just wait, I'm coming!"

Sebastian spoke in a low voice, as if he had made some kind of resolution, and strode out.

Abaddon was still sitting by the window. His face wasn't facing the shop door, but he could see everything Sebastian was doing. A playful smile appeared on his face, and he whispered, "Young man, you're always so impatient!"

"Whatever you think in your heart should be reflected in your face and actions. Isn't this just handing yourself over to others?"

Abaddon said this only after Sebastian left, and his body relaxed as he began to play with a red bead in his hand.

If Sebastian were still here, he would definitely recognize the bead in Abaddon's hand as one of the spirit beads.

From the beginning to the end, Sebastian was being played around by others. Before, he was controlled by the Three Palaces Demon, and now he was controlled by Abaddon. From the beginning to the end, his freedom was controlled freedom. He thought that what he wanted to do was actually allowed by others to do it.

But this kind of thing is also normal. Sebastian is a stray dog. He wants to turn the tables and sell his soul to the devil. Does he still want absolute freedom?

Abaddon is a devil, not a philanthropist.

Even Martin, faced with such a person, would be asked to offer his loyalty, otherwise who would dare to use him.

"Sir, the brothers below are already hungry and thirsty!"

A human figure emerged from the shadow behind Abaddon, constantly squirming without maintaining a specific form.

It stood humbly beside Abaddon, speaking a series of obscure demonic words, and then waited for its master's instructions.

"Alas, what a bunch of guys who are unlikely to achieve anything great!"

Abaddon had a helpless expression on his face.

The guys in hell are the ones who ignore you when you coax them, and push you back when you beat them. They insist on doing whatever they want all the time.

It was easy to incite them to cause trouble, just throw out a rumor and they would jump up on their own. But to make them obey and follow discipline was like killing their own mother, it was impossible to do.

Of course, demons don’t have parents, and even if they did, they would have been killed by themselves.

Abaddon took a deep breath, and the Fire Spirit Orb in his hand spewed out flames, symbolizing his mood at the moment.

"If they have the guts, let them make trouble! Don't tell those bastards. Be careful and don't mess with everyone. If we make that conspicuous Lucifer angry, none of us will have an easy time!" When Lucifer was mentioned, Abaddon's followers fell silent and didn't dare to say a word.

The Lord of Hell has always done whatever he wants. He punishes the demons in hell at will, and his various torture methods are so severe that even the demons cannot bear it.

After all, Lucifer doesn't care about hell at all. He was forced to sit on the throne by God and can't leave hell for some reason. But that doesn't mean he has any good feelings towards hell. On the contrary, he hates everything in hell.

Faced with a boss who can never be overthrown, what else can the demons do?

He had no choice but to try every possible means to stay away from Lucifer, so as to avoid offending this old man and being thrown into the deepest part of hell, where he would be tortured until the moment the world was destroyed.

The only thing the demons can be thankful for is that there is nothing in the world that Lucifer can truly care about.

So as long as they don't get close to Lucifer's territory, their plan can be implemented smoothly.

“Let’s go to Hollywood!”

When Martin rejected Midnight Dad's invitation, he had already thought about where to go next.

Bruce and his team are mobilizing supplies and personnel, contacting officials who still have administrative emergency response capabilities, and preparing for the worst-case scenario.

Rachel's eyes lit up, and she asked curiously, "Going to Hollywood? Can we see those stars?"

Martin nodded. "In a sense, they can see it! But they won't welcome us."

Constantine, still smoking, understood Martin's plan almost instantly: "You want to find the demons around those celebrities, interrogate them one by one, and find out Abaddon's whereabouts from them."

"As expected of Zha Kang, so smart!"

Martin gave him a thumbs-up.

Rachel shook her head in confusion, "Why would those celebrities have such glamorous lives like that be associated with the devil?"

Constantine said with a hint of sarcasm: "The handsome men and beautiful women in this world have never been valuable. Even if they are ugly, they will not be bad as long as they are willing to go under the knife.

With such fierce competition, if you want to stand out, you naturally have to use some tricks."

It’s not that Rachel can’t accept this reality, it’s that the dream packaged by Hollywood is too gorgeous, and when it is suddenly punctured, she has to take a break.

Martin said softly, "To be honest, I don't think selling your soul to the devil in exchange for wealth and glory is a shameful thing."

"If you collaborate with the devil, at least you can live a decent life as a human being before you die. But if you sell yourself out to the capitalist system, whether you can still be considered a human being is another matter."

"Would you two men shut up!"

Zatanna watched the little girl being hit by Constantine and Martin one after another, and glared at them, telling them to shut up.

Martin smiled and immediately passed over the subject.

He opened his phone, randomly found an entertainment website, pointed to the popular headlines and said to Constantine, "Pick one!"

"What do you mean?"

Constantine felt that Martin had bad intentions.

This boy is too difficult to deal with.

"You are so unlucky. Anyone you choose will be surrounded by demons."

Martin smiled and said, "So if you do some work, we can do less legwork. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"Okay, fine, that's how you play, huh?"

Constantine pointed his index finger at Martin twice, then randomly picked a star from the popular list.

"It's this man, he's not very old and looks pretty. Demons like this kind of host the most."

　First update, 2,000 words! I'll work hard on updating today too, keep it up!
　　
　
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