Hellboy sat up straight and took a cigarette from the table next to Constantine without any politeness.
There were pieces of cigarettes scattered on the table next to Constantine, and the tobacco was completely dry.
"Why don't you smoke a cigar?"
Hellboy raised his eyes and looked at Constantine. The cigarette was a bit too small for his body size, and the thick smoke of the cigar could meet his needs. He asked Constantine unceremoniously, in exchange for a blank look.
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"To be honest, I'm also considering whether to trade you with those guys for a hefty reward. You know, they don't want you alive. As long as they take your head with them, I won't have to work for income for the rest of my life.
, even a picture of you dead."
Constantine put out the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the shotgun on the table and pointed it at Hellboy.
"St. Angel's blood, plus the archbishop's blessing, I think it should be enough to kill you."
Constantine watched angrily as Hellboy took his lighter and lit the cigarette.
The heavy bullet in this gun was drawn from Angel's blood before he lost his strength, and he commissioned someone else to do the blessing. In the end, only such a powerful bullet was produced.
He didn't know the lethality of this bullet against demons, but if he wanted to kill Hellboy, it would definitely be enough.
"Tell me, what do you plan to get from me?"
Hellboy smokes the cigarette down to the butt in one breath. Even the cigar can be finished in a short time. To him, the cigarette is just a consumable item.
His strong body also has powerful internal organs.
The front end of the cigarette butt was still hung with a slight flame after the whole tobacco was burned out, and then he stubbed it out with his right hand using a stone.
"I want to know what you can give me if you become king, or whether you will save my soul from the clutches of hell."
Constantine threw the shotgun aside.
Hellboy's identity is no longer a secret in the circle of British psychics. Especially after the news that Blood Queen Neve's head was stolen, everyone focused on Hellboy.
Anu n Rama!
The name of Hellboy, a direct blood descendant of the legendary King Arthur.
Only he can pick up the sword in the stone and become the undisputed king of England.
But this is also a conspiracy from hell.
Hellboy who picked up the sword in the stone will also forcibly open the passage to hell in England. "Destroyer of Worlds" is Hellboy's title in hell. This title is louder than "Son of Hell".
"Buzz buzz~"
The sound of helicopters came through from outside, and Constantine's small apartment was directly surrounded.
With a bang!, the poor door of this room was kicked open by heavily armed soldiers.
Just like the "FBI" warning posture, Constantine directly raised his hands and watched the person pointing the gun at Hellboy.
"Shit!"
Hellboy waved his hand and knocked the soldier down to the ground, and then looked at the old man who walked in at the door.
"Dad?"
"Hey, son! Why are you so angry?"
It was Professor Bloom who came. As the leader of B.P.R.D., this old man was also one of the first ordinary people in the free country to devote himself to fighting the supernatural.
"I don't understand why you can't knock and come in?"
"Er smash, we didn't find you after cleaning up the disgusting scenes you and the troll left. You have to know that I even thought about the worst outcome. Thank God, you're okay!"
"Well, I think one hundred thousand pounds is an appropriate compensation amount."
Constantine pointed to the door that was kicked open and said.
Well, after Constantine's soul is completely replenished, although he will hesitate when doing many things, such as whether to kill Hellboy.
In other words, his cowardice breeds more kindness and hesitation.
But he is still as arrogant as ever.
As Constantine interrupted, the conversation between father and son fell silent for a moment.
Originally, Hellboy planned to ask his father why he appeared on that island to kill him.
"John Constantine, a long-respected name."
Professor Bloom greeted Constantine as if he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I don't think that would be a good reputation."
"Okay, do you know what hurts more than being stabbed in the back?"
Hellboy questioned his father like a rebellious child, waving his arms uneasily.
"I think I probably stabbed him in the back."
Constantine interrupted Hellboy's questioning again, and then said to Professor Bloom:
"If 100,000 pounds is too expensive, why not 50,000 pounds? You have to know that this big red-skinned monster's head is enough to keep me from having to struggle for a living for the rest of my life. Oh my god! Can you imagine when you save the world?"
What’s it like to have to find a way to fill your stomach afterwards? That’s worse than being stabbed in the back!”
"Okay, Constantine! You've never saved the world!"
Professor Bloom was a little angry. Facing a famous guy like Constantine, it was difficult for him to face it calmly.
In other words, there is no one who can face Constantine calmly. Even demons and angels cannot do this.
"No, I have saved you, but you don't know it."
Constantine took out the heavy bullet from the shotgun on the side and put it into his coat pocket, and then spoke leisurely.
"Okay, Constantine, please keep quiet for now. Now I want to introduce someone to Hellboy."
Professor Bloom had no intention of arguing with Constantine on this topic. He waved to the door, and after waiting for a while, a soldier walked in.
"Captain Ben Daimio, M11 Special Forces Commander."
Professor Bloom stretched out his palm and said to Captain Demio:
"Demio, this is my son, Hellboy, you know."
"M11? I thought they disbanded after the war."
Hellboy looked at Captain Daimio and said.
"I thought our goal was to kill the devil, not to be with the devil."
Captain Daimio confronts Hellboy unceremoniously.
"I think Scarface is right. It seems you are the leader of these soldiers, right? Xin Hui Xin Hui!"
Constantine immediately stood up and came forward, then grabbed Demio's hand and began to release the Immortal Grip.
"Well, can you help me with the compensation issue? This is not difficult at all for a secretive force like you."
"Sir, please let go of my hand first. Compensation is not a problem."
Demeo was a little flustered by Constantine's enthusiasm. He was a soldier, not a politician, and he was not good at dealing with civilians.
He forcefully pulled his hands from Constantine's hands and made a promise of compensation.
"So, when will the compensation of one hundred thousand, no, one hundred and fifty thousand pounds arrive? I don't have a bank account, so I want cash. Of course it's not because cash can avoid tax."
Constantine said with a doggy smile, completely ignoring whether his behavior of sitting on the floor and raising prices was appropriate.
But he won't be ashamed of it, and maybe he will laugh out loud.
"I have to say, you promised him, Scarface. By the way, have you looked in the mirror recently?"
Hellboy spoke with a rare sense of schadenfreude.
"Do you think it's funny?"
"Perhaps, my psychological interventionist said that I rely on my sense of humor to integrate into the circle of normal people."
Hellboy was a little concerned about Demio's "demon" call, and he, who was not big-hearted in the first place, chose to retort.
"Hmm? Integrating into normal people? Then I can only wish you good luck."
To be continued...