American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 115 Angela

"Noodles with soybean paste~"

In an American-style Chinese restaurant, a bowl of sweet and greasy noodles is served.

Constantine, fork in hand, shamelessly shoveled noodles into his mouth.

Most of the diners around were locals from the metropolis.

Entering the United States, a country dominated by sweets, even the profound and sophisticated Chinese cuisine has to make some changes. How about General Tso's Chicken?

Zatanna sat in the corner, engrossed in a magic book, not intending to participate in the conversation between the two men.

"So, you can lead us to the psychic entity?"

Gino took a sip of tea and stared at Constantine with a playful expression.

After finishing a large bowl of noodles with soybean paste, Constantine wiped the sweet sauce from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, while skillfully pulling a cigarette from his pocket.

He glanced at the boy's eyebrows.

"Is there a fire?"

Gino chuckled, brought his finger close to the cigarette butt, and then snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snapped!"

A flickering flame from a fingertip ignites a cigarette, filling the air with a pungent smell.

Constantine was somewhat surprised by Gino's performance. How did he manage that?

Magic? But he didn't sense any trace of magic from Gino.

However, Constantine was clearly a smart man, and he did not intend to investigate the other party's secrets.

Let's get back to the main topic.

Constantine tapped the table.

A mocking glint flashed in his eyes: "That's right, the damned psychic."

"I know two."

"One of them is me."

The man pointed to his chest without any hesitation, and said with a self-deprecating tone, "I could see those things when I was little."

"Things that humans cannot see, and should not see in the first place."

"My family can't see it; they're like most parents."

"They thought I was crazy, so they sent me to a mental hospital, where the doctors used a unique treatment that caused my mental breakdown."

"In the end, I chose to commit suicide, but I was saved."

"There I witnessed the sights of hell, and..."

"I'm not here to hear about your miserable childhood, John," Gino interrupted Constantine.

Constantine's experience was indeed tragic, but Gino wasn't interested in it. He stared at the man and said, "You've done your best to help me. After it's done, I'll give you a reward."

Gino’s gaze swept across the man’s chest, and through the skin, fat and blood vessels, he could see that Constantine’s two lungs already had quite a few dark shadows inside.

"Perhaps it can also cure your lung cancer."

Constantine scoffed, exhaling a breath of foul air from his nose.

"You know what illness I have, and there's no possibility of a cure."

"That's not necessarily true. The world is a big place, and anything can happen, Constantine."

As Gino spoke, he pulled a bottle of Amber Gold from his pocket: "Never judge things you don't understand."

The liquid, shimmering with the light of a crystalline galaxy, froze the mocking smile on Constantine's face.

As a conman, a master of lies, and a magician, he could naturally tell that the shimmering galactic light in the liquid was not a magical trick.

"Huff, huff."

Constantine felt his breathing quicken, and he instinctively reached for the small bottle, but a large hand grabbed his wrist.

"I'm talking about after it's all done, Constantine." Gino smiled, but his tone left no room for argument.

"I understand." Constantine chuckled and withdrew his hand, but a glimmer of hope was stirred in his otherwise gloomy heart by what Gino had taken out.

I know I will go to hell after I die, but if I can buy some time, I might be able to change my fate.

"Tell me about another psychic."

Gino waved his hand lightly at the table, and the small bottle that had been placed on the table disappeared without a trace, as if it had vanished into thin air.

"That's right."

Constantine didn't waste any time and told Gino about the information he knew.

"Yesterday, a woman came to me and said that her sister jumped off a building and called out my name as she jumped."

"I don't want to get involved in this, but..."

"I discovered that the woman was being followed by a group of demons."

Gino nodded: "Go on."

"Afterwards, I deduced that she might have been involved in some conspiracy among demons, and I helped her exorcise those demons."

"but"

Constantine scoffed: "What kind of person could be favored by the devil?"

"Demons like to frighten people like me who have special abilities, and then drag those of us with special abilities into hell."

"That policewoman?"

Gino squinted, recalling the woman's face in his mind. She was a policewoman with short, burgundy hair, a police badge in her backpack, and a handgun hidden under her shirt.

An apartment in the Metropolitan East District.

Angela gazed at the Luther Group's skyscrapers in the distance, her hands gripping the railing, and sighed softly, "Isabella."

A look of reminiscence flashed in the woman's eyes. Isabella, Angela's sister.

Just a week earlier, her devoutly religious sister had committed suicide by jumping off a building without warning, a fact that the woman simply could not accept.

Her sister was a devout Christian, and suicide is an unforgivable sin that leads to hell in Christian doctrine.

So Angela used her position as a police officer to access the surveillance footage from that night.

Later, she learned the name "Constantine" from her sister's lip movements before she jumped.

"What exactly does that mean?"

Angela frowned, and after that, she went to see Constantine.

But the other person's appearance greatly disappointed her.

A conman, a smoker, and a foul-mouthed slob.

"Sizzle~"

The apartment's incandescent light bulbs flickered for no reason, and the surrounding electrical appliances were also flashing irregularly.

Angela snapped out of her daze and looked around at the flashing electrical appliances.

Even the air inside the room seemed to have turned a few degrees colder.

"What happened?"

Her body was tense.

After all these recent events, the woman has begun to believe in doctrines such as devils and angels.

"Angela~"

A voice, seemingly emanating from the abyss, rang in her ears from afar.

"Pfft!"

It appeared that the distorted voltage melted the filament, and the flickering circuit suddenly went out after reaching a critical point.

next moment.

"what!"

A terrified scream suddenly rang out in the apartment building.

"Sizzle~"

When the lights came on again, all that remained in the house was a wooden chair that had fallen to the ground and a dark hole in the wall.

"Da da da~"

The clock hands ticked, and time flowed by second by second in the space.

Thirty minutes later,

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the door but no one answered. A male voice then said softly, "No one's home."

"Buzz!"

The sturdy wooden door seemed to be sliced ​​apart by the intense gaze, as if it were made of paper.

"Bang!"

As a large hole was cut in the wooden door, a figure slowly stepped into the house.

Gino looked at the studio apartment.

The open wardrobe contained several women's brooches, an overturned chair, and a broken water glass.

A light, delicate scent of women's perfume lingered around my nose.

The most striking feature was the huge hole blasted into the wall.

"Looks like we're too late."

Gino didn't turn his head, but spoke to the two people behind him.

(End of this chapter)