American comics: Omniscient and omnipotent, starting from the melting pot of concepts.

The psychic card 08 is quite important to him because of his profession, he has to deal with many people.

Nothing is easier to gain the trust of police officers or passersby than a universal ID.

Oh, this guy in front of me is an exception. He can probably use his face to pay, right?

"Don't be nervous, I have no interest in this garbage."

Aaron made no attempt to hide his contempt, realizing his efforts had been in vain.

"Thank you, my friend."

Constantine smiled as he took the card, discreetly checking it for any problems.

"Friends? No need for that. I don't want to die without knowing why."

Aaron wiped his hands with disgust, as if contact with Constantine would bring bad luck, even though the two had not made any physical contact.

Others were puzzled by this statement, but Constantine knew his own family best; at least so far, none of those who had been overly close to him had met a good end.

However, he wouldn't admit it, retorting, "Buddy, I think you must have misunderstood something. I'm always happy to help others, even if it's just a stranger."

"In fact, in my thirty-odd years of career, I have helped countless people and exorcised countless demons. Believe me, I am a professional when it comes to exorcism."

Aaron chuckled twice, looking like he was saying whatever he wanted, and that if he believed him, he'd admit defeat.

Constantine's friend is probably the most dangerous job in the DC universe.

Even though Aaron was very confident in his own strength, to be honest, he wasn't confident that he could defeat all the demons.

This world is a very deep place.

"No need to check it. I don't care about this stuff, and I have no interest in tampering with the card."

Aaron noticed Constantine's cautiousness and casually took out another card.

Constantine curiously leaned closer to look at the card, then softly read out the name: "Demon Pass?"

"What the hell is this?"

As soon as he said those words, Constantine felt a nameless fear rise within him. Just looking at the card made him feel as if he were staring into an abyss.

What a terrifying existence he was! He had walked through hell and had looked directly at the powerful lords of hell and the demon dukes.

But even in front of this small card, I felt trembling all over; the fear was indescribable.

He had a feeling that he wouldn't refuse any request Aaron made now.

Slap yourself.

"Snapped!"

Constantine did as he was told without hesitation.

Give me the most precious thing you have.

Constantine pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Clearly, this was the most precious thing he possessed.

Aaron's lips twitched, but he wasn't surprised at all.

Otherwise, how did Constantine get lung cancer? It's from smoking all the time.

Anyway, ever since Constantine appeared, he's always been smoking.

“Say John Constantine is scum three times out loud.”

"John Constantine is scum!"

“John…”

Constantine hated the feeling of having his soul and consciousness dominated.

No, that's not a proper way to describe it, because he can clearly perceive all of this, and can even feel disgust and opposition.

But fear, and some inexplicable force, made him subconsciously obey Aaron's will.

That feeling... it's like being tied up by another man and watching helplessly as he has sex with your wife—no, I mean, fuck yourself!

Wait, that's not quite right either; at least it's not a big deal for him.

If it were Aaron... that would be absolute bliss.

Wait, what the hell am I thinking? Am I a masochist? Fuck! Absolutely not!

Constantine's eyes revealed reluctance and rejection, but his body was completely obedient to his heart.

This feeling persisted until Aaron retrieved the demon passport.

Constantine regained control of his body, took two steps back, and shielded Riphunt in front of him.

"Dude, what did you just do? Listen to me, this joke isn't funny at all!"

"Really? Others don't think so."

Aaron made a pointed remark, and Constantine turned his head to see that while the members of the legendary team were terrified, they couldn't suppress the upturned corners of their mouths.

Raven, completely disregarding Constantine, even managed a rare laugh.

Constantine, his face darkening, changed the subject, saying, "What is that thing of yours? Is it really a demon's shield?"

As he spoke, he watched Aaron's movements with apprehension, fearing that the other party would take out that thing again.

"No, the Demon Passport has absolutely nothing to do with demons."

Aaron shook his head and casually said, "You can think of the Demon Passport as an upgraded version of the psychic card. As long as you take it out, you can control everything about others except their thoughts and logic, and make them unconditionally allow the user to do whatever they want."

hiss~

Upon hearing this introduction, everyone gasped, realizing they were contributing to global warming prevention.

To be honest, the Devil Passport's abilities are incredibly tempting.

With this, they could easily become dictators and rulers of the world.

No one can resist them who are holding cards.

Heatwave thought of The Flash. If he had this thing, he would make The Flash run around the earth upside down ten thousand times, while repenting to himself!

Sarah thought of Aaron 877. If she had the Demon Passport, she could explore even more positions!

Riphunt, on the other hand, thought that he might be able to use the Demon Passport to fight Savage, or even to fight the Triple Demon.

Use the protective shield to send the Three Palace Demons back!

Liphunt couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

However, Aaron ruthlessly dismissed his wild idea, "Don't even think about it. This thing was just something I made on a whim. It's fine for commanding ordinary demons or even angels, but it can't be used to deal with the Triple Demon."

"At least this one won't do."

This one won't work? Does that mean there's one that will work?

Despite his disappointment, Riphunt came to a realization.

Constantine realized what was happening, "My friend..."

Under Aaron's death stare, Constantine quickly changed his form of address, "Ahem, buddy, are you serious?!"

"What do you think?"

Aaron did not answer directly; he could indeed do it, but it would be a stretch.

This will temporarily drive away the Three Palace Demon.

But simply expelling him wouldn't do; he preferred a permanent solution.

"I think...we can make a deal, buddy."

Constantine's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward with a fawning smile.

Aaron turned away in disgust.

Constantine broke through my defenses directly. Wait, am I really that unlucky?

You're a super-powerful exorcist who can conjure demon passports with a flick of your wrist, why would you be afraid of a mere exorcist like me?!

Do you know how much psychological trauma this little action caused to a thirty-year-old man? Fuck!

Chapter 306 Melancholy Constantine, We Are Not Friends!

One to say one,

Even the mysterious and powerful Aaron reacted this way when facing Constantine.

This made the other members of the legendary team, who had previously been nonchalant, realize the seriousness of the problem.

They had always thought Aaron was joking, but it turned out he was serious.

Is Constantine really that bad? Or is it just a cesspool?

Otherwise, why would Aaron be unwilling to get too close to Constantine?

Even Riphunt, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help but start recalling Constantine's life experiences.

Because of the threats from the Three Palaces Demon and Savage, he didn't have much energy to investigate everyone, so he only learned about Constantine briefly.

In his decades-long career in the exorcism industry, Constantine has exorcised tens of thousands of demons, making him arguably the most outstanding exorcist in the world.

But unexpectedly, John Constantine turned out to be a jinx, the real source of bad luck.

By the way, why didn't such an excellent exorcist find many friends?

He was able to eliminate so many demons because of his immense strength, yet without paying any price.

If there is a price to pay, what would it be?

Wait, did I have any physical contact with Constantine before?

"Damn it, have I been tainted by bad luck too?"

Riphunt's expression changed drastically, and he silently retreated away from Constantine.

If he didn't have to face the threat of the Three Palace Demon right now, he would have loved to run back to the spaceship and scrub his whole body thoroughly, at least ten times!

The others followed suit, and although they didn't show it directly, when Constantine looked over, they had all moved to more distant positions without him noticing.

She was even avoiding his gaze!

Damn it, they're all a bunch of bastards!

That's how bad my reputation got. I'm clearly a good person, the kind that heaven should award me for!

If it weren't for that bunch of idiots' ridiculous agreement, John Constantine would have already ascended to heaven to enjoy his blessings for his outstanding contributions.

What's up with this?

John Constantine looked utterly frustrated. "Rip, my friend..."

Whether it was a misperception or not, when Constantine uttered the word "friend," Riphunt felt goosebumps all over, as if he were being stared at by countless blood-red eyes in the darkness.

The indescribable, ethereal sound of bells and chimes even echoed in my ears.

"I see you, Constantine's friend!"

Liphunt jolted and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Wait, the term 'friend'... I think we should hold off for now. Just call me Hunter for now, hmm, that sounds better."

"..."

Constantine stopped smoking, clutching his chest with heartache, and said, "Rip, have you forgotten that you invited me to join the Legendary Squad..."

"Ah, really? You must have misheard."

"Actually, the Legendary Squad is full right now. I'll call you when a new spot becomes available."

Riphunt could feel the murderous glares from his teammates and quickly denied it.

Constantine lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression, glanced at Sarah Lans, and said quietly, "I believe that day will come soon, and I will prove myself right."

Prove it? Prove what?!

Don't come here! !

Liphunt staggered backward, his face darkening. Recalling Aaron's actions, he subconsciously felt that the implication was that a member of the team was about to die.