Lord of Cinder in American Comics

"Just complete the deal honestly, and then ignore it." Constantine was simply advising Coulson to complete the deal, without saying anything more.

"But we don't know the consequences after we complete it—whether it's giving up our souls or our lifespan?"

Constantine grew impatient with Coulson's repeated questioning.

"Based on what I know from the books, the guy you've met is someone who can stick to the contract. Just fulfill his requests and don't agree to any strange requests from others."

Coulson quickly grasped the key point in Constantine's words and asked, "Aren't there others who don't follow the contract? Aren't demons supposed to follow the contract?"

After finishing a pack of cigarettes, Constantine tossed a banknote to Natasha, who was standing next to him, and said, "Go buy me a pack of cigarettes, Sikka cigarettes."

Ignoring Natasha as she went out to buy cigarettes with the money, Constantine continued, "What I mean is, the guys you're dealing with won't use any underhanded tactics outside of the contract. If you encounter other devils, you won't be able to use underhanded methods."

For example, if you meet Mephisto, that old guy promises to save you from dying in a car accident, but then turns around and makes you die of cancer.

For example, you might encounter a guy called "Earth Pot," who talks about exchanging money for money, but ends up making you sacrifice your time, lifespan, and even your soul.

Chapter 50: The Dragon Academy of Beheim

This was the first time Coulson had heard of these devils' underhanded tactics. After learning about them, a chill ran down his spine; he might have truly walked the line between life and death.

"Then, Mr. Constantine, how should I deal with these demonic contracts?"

Upon hearing Coulson's question, Constantine looked at him as if he were an idiot and said irritably, "Just don't do business with him. Why are you such a fool who comes to my doorstep?"

Coulson was also somewhat embarrassed, as if he and Fury were fools waiting to make a deal with the devil, but on the surface he pretended nothing had happened and continued to ask, "Is there any information we can get about the greedy?"

Constantine, who was a little restless without a cigarette, kept pouring wine into his flask.

"I'm not sure where that guy came from, but based on the information I have, he should be the embodiment of all greed. Some scriptures say that 'the appearance of the greedy is the mark of sin,' but I haven't seen him in person."

After finishing the last drop of wine, Constantine lowered his leg from the table and looked at Coulson with some impatience.

"What you should be doing now is fulfilling your pact with the devil as soon as possible, instead of asking all sorts of questions here."

Coulson continuously recorded the information Constantine revealed using his equipment, then sent it to Fury for reporting. Afterward, he invited Constantine, saying, "Mr. Constantine, I now invite you to become our special advisor. I hope you can come with us."

"So this is the real intention? Using a fake identity and not even mentioning the treatment, he's definitely not going to have a good ending."

Constantine took a piece of charred white bone from the table drawer, held it in his hand, and reprimanded Coulson without any politeness.

Coulson also noticed Constantine's movements and said, "Please don't make any unnecessary movements. The entire special forces team has their guns pointed at you. You'd better cooperate with my operation."

Constantine didn't speak, but simply made a "fuck" gesture to Coulson. Then he crushed the bone fragment in his hand, and instantly a cloud of white ash enveloped Constantine from the bottom up. After the ash dissipated, Constantine had vanished from the spot.

[Returning Bone Fragments: White bone fragments that have been burned to ashes can return to the campfire where the deceased last rested, or to the campfire at the sacrificial site. The firewood for the campfire is made from the bones of the undead, and a few of these bones possess the power to return, because even as bones, they are still drawn to the fire.]

The moment Constantine crushed the bone fragments, Coulson called for backup, and special forces rushed in through windows and doorways. But all they found were dissipated ashes.

"Sir, we have lost track of him."

Coulson reported the situation to Fury in real time, and Fury also saw the footage from the handbag Natasha had thrown down and the special forces team's weapons video recordings.

"Don't worry about Coulson, I'll find him. S.H.I.E.L.D. can access all the cameras. As soon as he appears on camera, we'll find him."

After reporting to Fury, Coulson ordered the special forces team to withdraw. He encountered Natasha standing outside the door, returned the handbag to her, and asked, "Any information?"

"That bill was the cleanest I've ever seen. There wasn't a single fingerprint or skin flake on it, not even a speck of bacteria."

Handing the banknotes from the evidence bag to Coulson, Natasha said, "So we succeeded, and failed again? But we got a lottery ticket worth two hundred million, Fury will give us the prize money, right?"

Coulson said to Natasha somewhat embarrassedly, "Damaged lottery tickets cannot be redeemed."

Somewhat discouraged and disappointed, Natasha said, "Then we have nothing left."

“But Fury said he’d give us time off until he finds Constantine,” Coulson added.

"Alright, Coulson, I'm going to take a break now. I'm really uncomfortable with your Laura sitting in the car."

Upon hearing the news of the holiday, Natasha perked up, waved to Coulson, and left.

Hearing someone speak ill of his wife, Coulson loudly explained to Natasha as she left, "Laura's a vintage car, a representative of the 1943 Stark World's Fair..."

No one would listen to Coulson's explanation; all that remained for Coulson were the departing figures of his Laura and Natasha.

Natasha had just reached the intersection when she suddenly seemed to remember something. Without saying a word, she turned her car around and drove to a nearby convenience store.

In the convenience store, disguised as a vengeful woman searching for her scumbag boyfriend, Natasha easily obtained the information she wanted.

"That chain smoker Constantine smokes at least three packs a day, and he only smokes one brand. He'll die of lung cancer sooner or later, but I never expected that someone like him would find a girlfriend." The shop assistant chattered on about Constantine.

Natasha thought that someone as addicted to smoking as Constantine wouldn't go to a distant store to buy cigarettes like buying lottery tickets; he would definitely find the nearest store to relieve his cravings.

As luck would have it, I casually asked at a nearby shop, and a shop assistant gave me the answer.

"That guy lives in a storage room on the Brooklyn Bridge; apparently, he won it in a bet. You could try looking there..."

Upon receiving the news, Natasha quickly returned to the operations base and found Coulson, who hadn't yet left.

After discussing the plan of action with Coulson, everyone agreed that a swift raid to capture Constantine was the most effective way to prevent him from using his magical tricks.

However, when the special forces broke into Constantine's secret storeroom, they found only neatly arranged furniture and some fantastical items.

Natasha surveyed the room and pointed to a certificate on the wall, saying, "Coulson, come and take a look at this."

"A graduation certificate from the Pihem Dragon Academy? The standing dragon is the ideal external form of a mage. May you, who embark on the path of research on travelers, be immortal—Dean Orbeck"

As he read the words on the certificate and looked at the dragon-shaped seal at the bottom, Coulson was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Constantine to be a magician with a lineage.

Coulson hurriedly reported the information he had discovered to Fury. If Constantine were alone, arresting or detaining him would be a simple matter against an individual. But if there was a lineage involved, such contact could anger a superpowered organization.

After hearing Coulson's report, Fury was also a bit overwhelmed. Ever since Peggy Carter left S.H.I.E.L.D. and returned to London to recuperate, the supernatural beings who had cooperated with S.H.I.E.L.D. had also left one after another.

He may have cooperated with Captain America's widow out of respect for her, but after she passed away, no one paid any attention to Fury, the one-eyed man.

'This might be an opportunity.'

Fury longs to find a new partner, one that is controllable and obedient.

Now that this Dragon Academy has appeared before us, since it's an academy, there must be some students willing to dedicate themselves to S.H.I.E.L.D.

As long as a new recruit joins S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury has a way of turning them into his own. Having made up his mind, Fury gave Coulson new instructions.

"Coulson, I need more information..."

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## Chapter 51: The Blessing of the King of Wandering Souls

That night, Constantine, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, staggered and drunkenly returned to the storage room at the Brooklyn Bridge. As soon as he opened the door, he spat out the cigarette from his mouth.

Constantine, speaking angrily into the dark room, said, "Can't you guys have any morals? According to castle law, I can kill you all for trespassing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room were turned on, and Natasha appeared in front of Constantine. She stood next to the dining table, leaning against a chair.

"Here are the Silka cigarettes you requested. I've brought them back, Mr. Constantine."

Natasha smiled and handed the cigarette in her hand to Constantine, pulled over the chair next to her, and then struck a very seductive pose.

Slowly sitting down, showing off her graceful figure, Natasha said, "I came here to discuss cooperation with Mr. Constantine. We can talk about it slowly."

Without immediately responding to Natasha's words, Constantine glanced back at the cars parked on the riverbank and then made a friendly gesture toward them.

Constantine, who had just entered the room, casually took the monitor off the door frame and placed it on the dining table in front of Natasha, saying, "There are more than just the two of us here now."

Natasha smiled perfectly, reached out and put away the monitor on the table, then leaned over the table and said, "If you're willing to cooperate and become our advisor, it can be just the two of us."

Constantine then reached out and made a sweeping motion on the table, and a bright flame appeared in front of the two men, separating them on opposite sides of the table.

Constantine then clasped his hands together and then separated them. Two burning orange flames appeared on Constantine's hands.

"You just casually entered a mage's workshop and even installed surveillance equipment inside. Do you really think mages are just guys who can only conjure fireballs?"

"Have you decided? Do you want to become a crab or a beaver?"

Constantine, holding a flame in each hand, uttered a threatening remark, which froze Natasha's smile, but her excellent espionage training allowed her to react quickly.

"You're joking. We're here to seek cooperation, why would we touch your things? We're just confirming your return."

Natasha deliberately emphasized the words "seeking cooperation," making it seem as if she genuinely wanted to collaborate with Constantine.

After extinguishing the flames in his hands, Constantine sat opposite Natasha, who then became serious, no longer displaying her previous seductive demeanor.

"Tell me what it is. Make it clear beforehand. I can't handle the greedy people, and I don't dare to mess with this big shot."

As soon as they sat down, Constantine made his bottom line clear: Natasha wanted to know more about the greedy, but Constantine refused to say.

Natasha used her best persuasive skills, but she couldn't get a single piece of information out of Constantine.

"Don't waste your time. Your little tricks are nothing compared to the hellish creatures I deal with."

Constantine took a drag of his cigarette, then a swig of wine, without emitting a single puff of smoke.

Seeing that her questioning was ineffective, Natasha prepared to start from the beginning: "Why did you win so many lottery tickets?"

"Because I received the blessing of the King of the Londor Ghosts, my luck is higher than everyone else's. I can win the lottery with ease."

Constantine took out the lottery ticket he had bought that day and threw it on the dining table.

"Then why don't you just go and redeem the grand prize?" Natasha asked the question she wanted to ask.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the question was asked, Constantine looked at Natasha as if she were a fool.

"There's a difference between having it at one meal and having it at every meal, don't you think?"

He asked a stupid question without showing the slightest embarrassment on his face, and Coulson's instructions came through the headset.

"I saw your diploma. What kind of place is Behem? Did you graduate from the Dragon Academy there?"

When asked this question, Natasha clearly saw Constantine's once fearless expression change, filled with nostalgia, longing, and regret.

"I was expelled from Dragon Academy."

Using her gender advantage, Natasha took Constantine's hand and said gently, "Don't keep it to yourself, tell me. I'm willing to listen to you."

"I studied magic at the Dragon Academy, but I also learned forbidden spells from a witch."

At this point, Constantine reached out and touched the thing wrapped around his wrist. Natasha, with her sharp eyes, recognized it as human hair.

At that moment, while holding Constantine's hand, Natasha inadvertently caught sight of his blue eyes, and she almost jumped up.

Facing Constantine was like facing a real dragon. And now, she had offered herself up in the dragon's mouth.