Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 261 Be Honest (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

The male star chosen by Constantine was in his twenties. He looked very sunny and youthful, and he fit the definition of a pretty boy.

When you open his profile, you will see the same clichés as how he came from a poor family, worked hard, and then became an overnight sensation.

"The level of Hollywood has really plummeted. They can't even write such a simple packaging story. Not a single word in the whole story is believable."

"If it were me, I would have kicked the PR guy out a long time ago after seeing this kind of rubbish."

Martin looked at the rubbish copy in his hand and complained harshly about Hollywood.

Constantine looked at Martin strangely: "Hey, you are a Taoist priest, and you are also involved in the entertainment industry?"

"I understand a little, I understand a little!"

Of course, Martin has become a star or something like that, but he is not interested in such things. If Guo Mo and Rona are not around, he will treat such time as a holiday and stay in the house doing nothing.

"How do you know everything?"

Constantine looked at Martin strangely and found that this Taoist priest was not as serious as he looked.

"It's said that having many skills is always a blessing. If you are like me, relying only on demon magic to get by, you deserve to be caught."

Martin thought about it and decided not to reveal his identity to Constantine.

This guy has a very active brain. Now that he knows all this, I wonder what he will do with it.

"Let's go, that male star is going to hold a movie preview, it's easy to find him!"

As he spoke, Martin grabbed Constantine's shoulders.

"What are you going to do?" Constantine leaned back, looking resistive.

Martin drew a circle with his left hand, looked at the people around him and said helplessly: "You are the only one among the five of us who can't fly. What do you think I should do? Of course I should take you with me to avoid wasting time."

When it came to the topic of not being able to fly, the other four people burst into laughter, only Constantine had a frown on his face.

He can be thick-skinned when it comes to big things, but he can't say anything when it comes to small things like this.

"Let's go!"

Martin stood up on the spot, turned into a sword light, rushed into the sky, and directly swept across half of the city of Los Angeles.

Taiwu, Zatanna, and Rachel all followed closely behind him, eventually arriving near the Hollywood Chinese Theater and slowly landing on the ground.

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was still dazzling, but the surrounding streets were already crowded with all kinds of cars. Reporters with cameras began to grab good seats, crazy fans waited to greet their idols, and the staff preparing for the premiere began to leave.

All I see is a mess.

As long as Martin reveals his identity as Wayne Group, he can get a VIP seat. These movies themselves are just a transit station for the flow of money.

But he didn't do that because it was a waste of time.

"Brother, let's go!"

Martin and Taiwu led the way, crossing the streets where order was usually maintained, and walked to the back of the theater.

There were also many men and women who crowded at the back of the theater in order to chase their idols. They were like flies that were madly following a stench but couldn't find shit, so they could only flap their wings and make disgusting noises.

It was the first time that Rachel saw the dark side of Hollywood and those people who were so crazy that they had lost themselves. She shuddered and lost all interest in the glamorous stars on the screen.

"The security of these stars is even stricter than that of politicians. It's not that easy for us to get in quietly!"

Constantine took out another cigarette and started puffing.

Martin glanced at the guy, snatched the cigarette and threw it away, saying unhappily: "If you smoke two less cigarettes, no one will be able to find us."

Then, he turned to Taiwu and said, "Brother, thank you for your help!"

Taiwu nodded slightly, used his magic power, and cast a talisman out of thin air, casting it on the five people.

Then, Martin spread his legs and rushed directly into the thick concrete wall.

"Haha, look, another idiot who's crazy about chasing a celebrity. He actually bumped into the wall. He's really crazy!"

The tabloid reporter who was waiting pointed at Martin and made a sharp comment.

Although there are countless people who are crazy about stars in Los Angeles.

However, the paparazzi who thought they had grasped some truth still enjoyed mocking those young people who were chasing stars. Even though, they were squatting here, no different from those who were chasing stars.

Then the paparazzi's eyes almost popped out. The man they were laughing at walked directly into the wall and disappeared without a trace. Several people behind him also walked into the thick concrete wall one after another.

The bastard in the yellow windbreaker even gave them the middle finger.

"Fuck, it's a superhuman!"

"These superhumans are more popular than any celebrities now, take pictures quickly!"

The paparazzi realized it later and pressed the shutter buttons frantically, but they were a step too late and didn't capture anything.

Having missed out on a big news story, these reporters beat their chests and rushed to the concrete wall, sighing.

Big news means big money, how can they not be disappointed?

Martin heard what the paparazzi said, but ignored them, walked into the theater, and pushed Constantine.

"what?"

Constantine was experimenting with the wall-penetrating spell cast on him, thinking that he could gain some benefit from this spell.

Seeing that he didn't care, Martin immediately raised his fist and asked, "What are we here for?"

"Looking for the devil?"

Constantine quickly concentrated and hid aside.

"Why don't you do anything? What are you standing here for? Is there anyone among us who knows more about demons than you?"

"you're right."

Constantine seemed to be slow to realize it.

Then, he took out a few dried plants from his pocket, tied them together in a special way, and then lit them with a lighter. These plants must have been specially treated, so they burned very slowly, and the white smoke emitted did not float with the air. The smoke seemed to be pulled by something and only went in one direction.

Constantine waved his hand gently, making the smoke thicker, and explained proudly: "After these plants have been specially processed, the smell they emit is mixed together. Humans cannot smell it, but it is extremely tempting to demons."

"As soon as they smell this smell, they will inhale the smoke into their stomachs like crazy, automatically pointing us in the direction."

It was a good idea, but Martin always felt something was wrong.

He leaned over to Constantine and whispered, "Did you add something addictive in it?"

"Hey, you're an expert."

Constantine also lowered his voice, secretly gave Martin a thumbs up, and showed an obscene smile on his face.

"Screw you!"

Martin clenched his fists, rolled his eyes, and almost fainted from being so angry at this bastard.

This is not something to be praised for, what do you have to be proud of?

Constantine is a private addict who is addicted to all kinds of evil, including pornography, gambling and drugs. Anyway, he can't die, so he relies on his body as a great wizard to try out drugs and ways of playing that ordinary people can't bear.

"Behave yourself, old man."

Martin grabbed Constantine's wrist and warned him in a low voice: "Don't mess around. Will this thing affect the physical safety of ordinary people?"

Not all the people working in this theater are bastards. Only a madman would suddenly start killing people.

"Don't worry, I'll do the job! This smoke will only attract those guys who escaped from hell. Ordinary people's soul strength is too low to sense the smoke I release."

When talking about his own profession, Constantine changed his usual unreliable look, slightly puffed out his chest, and looked confident.

Hearing Constantine's assurance, Martin's grip eased but he did not let him go.

The group followed the smoke and walked forward, soon entering the area where the stars were resting. There was a sentry every three steps and a guard every five steps. Bodyguards in black and yellow clothes stared at everyone who approached.

The bodyguards saw a stranger approaching with a strange smoking object in his hand, and naturally stepped forward to stop him.

"Stop, this is a private area, no one is allowed in!"

"Go away!"

Martin waved his sleeves, and his vital energy burst out of his body, knocking all these 1.89-meter or even 2-meter-tall strong men away. They hit the wall, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, tilted their heads, and fainted.

Hearing the loud noise coming from outside the house, the stars who were waiting in line poked their heads out from inside the house.

But before they could see clearly what was happening outside, an inexplicable force came and knocked them back into the house. Like their bodyguards, they fainted with their heads tilted.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're too cruel. You have no mercy on women at all. There are so many handsome men and beautiful women, and you just knock them out. What a pity!"

Constantine looked at the stars who had fainted and shook his head with regret.

Martin didn't react at all, but impatiently taught Constantine: "Focus a little, don't always focus on such boring things."

"Why rush? You need to combine work and rest when doing things. If you keep tense all the time, it will be unbearable."

Constantine habitually speaks without restraint, saying things that are unreliable and out of context.

Martin exerted a little force with his right hand, grasping Constantine's arm, making a crackling sound. "When this matter is over, you can do whatever you want. Even if you kill yourself, I don't care."

"But now, you better get serious and find those demons who know the whereabouts of Abaddon. Otherwise, I will make sure you never feel at ease again."

Hearing Martin's angry words, Constantine's neck shrank, and when he thought of the people who died at the hands of the man next to him, he quickly became serious.

The white smoke emanating from the plant in his hand became shorter and shorter, finally pointing to an obvious room.

"Right here!"

Constantine gave Martin a hint with his eyes and pointed at Martin's hand which was tightly clasped on his arm.

"Humph!"

Martin let go of Constantine's hand and took half a step forward. He smelled a strong smell of sulfur. The temperature around him increased several times, as if he was in a furnace.

"Go aside!"

Martin pushed away the unreliable Constantine, and Taiwu walked to his junior brother.

Zatanna also saw what was hidden in the smoke and was very dissatisfied, so she pushed Constantine back.

Rachel had long disliked this pervert, and adding fuel to the fire, she slammed Constantine against the wall, turning him into a mural.

Hearing a thud behind him, Martin turned around and saw that Constantine was still breathing a lot and would not die for a while, so he ignored this unreliable guy.

He fixed his gaze on the door in front of him, looking at the billowing black smoke coming out from the crack in the door. He seemed to hear the sound of wild beasts gnawing on the carcass of their prey, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

boom!
Martin kicked the door open and flew towards the door inside the house, only to hit the thick black smoke, which was like paper stained with white phosphorus. It burned itself, and within a few seconds, it turned into ashes all over the ground.

Inside the house, a strange demon with a deer's head, a wolf's body and bird's claws was gnawing on a human corpse.

When it chews and swallows human flesh and blood into its stomach, it also swallows the soul into its stomach and becomes its food.

The corpse was the male star that Martin and his friends were looking for.

"It's still too late!"

Martin sighed softly, grasped the sword of light, and slashed forward, directly splitting the hellfire that was shooting towards him.

Taiwu followed closely behind, waving his whisk and mobilizing the power of the water spirit.

A little blue light first appeared in the air, blue and bright, and then began to expand, forming ice crystals, growing little by little.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a lotus carved out of ice. The petals slowly opened up, releasing countless ice crystals, suppressing the ferocious hellfire.

　That’s all I’ll write for today. I’ll continue tomorrow.

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