The group of people drove in the direction of the Osiris Club. It was quite peaceful along the way. This calm lasted until Constantine spoke.
"I think you may not be able to find any living people. That place is full of wandering undead, and by the way, those undead are disappearing quickly."
Constantine was as lazy as ever when he spoke, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled as he spoke.
Hell is now completely sealed, and even the souls that were supposed to be taken away by them are now wandering around the world until they follow the gravity of death to the kingdom of the dead.
Without the guidance of hell, the soul's lingering time is a bit long now.
But the souls of these dead people dissipate in a strange way.
"What?"
Captain Demio frowned, then slammed on the brakes.
Hellboy's head hit the car frame, and the hard horns rubbed together and created sparks.
"grass!"
An angry curse came from Hellboy's mouth, and then he opened the car door forcefully and rushed into the Osiris Club.
Hellboy, an honorary human being, is undoubtedly on the side of mankind in terms of stance. He even received human education and grew up with a passion for justice in his heart.
His blood is so hot that it can ignite paper. This is considered a racial talent of the devil.
"I must say, there seems to be some old acquaintances of mine in there?"
Constantine walked out of the car leisurely, then took out the thumbtack in his pocket and put it on his hand.
This was just a show, and he had no intention of using force, because it was not easy for those present to hurt his old acquaintance.
"Your acquaintance? That's really sad news."
Captain Demio pulled out his pistol from the holster, and then rolled his eyes at Constantine.
Demio knew Constantine quite well. After all, this man's information had filled an entire data cabinet in M11.
"Is there something wrong with you? Or are you crazy because you turned into a man-eating tiger? I'm not good at dealing with madmen. The madman I met last time almost broke my head."
Constantine staggered behind Hellboy and walked over, not forgetting to attack Captain Demio. He was not the kind of guy who would laugh off ridicule.
As an "experienced" necromancer, Captain Daimio's cover-up was of no use.
The smell of the devil was so strong that it made him want to sneeze.
"Then you'd better hope that a lunatic like me won't do what the last one didn't!"
Demio switched his gun-holding state to a tactical posture, stuck the flashlight on the lower end of the pistol and followed.
It's just that the expression on his face is better.
According to the information, Constantine would never fight with a dead person, he would only watch that person walk into a trap with a smile.
Being retorted was a good thing in a sense, at least it showed that Constantine did not intend to pay the "price".
The other M11 members also stopped their cars one by one and followed behind, raising the firearms in their hands.
"What caused this?"
Hellboy looked at the corpse on the ground with his head opened and felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that he couldn't accept the tragic scene, but that he felt as if his blood was starting to boil since he came to this place.
The slowly growing itching sensation on his horns made him a little irritated.
"Reading memories from the brain is an investigation method favored by unscrupulous demons. This way you can only get some fragments of memories."
Constantine patted Hellboy on the shoulder, and then looked seriously at the innermost room.
He could feel that there was a necromancer's soul over there fighting against the enemy, and the enemy's aura was not too familiar to him.
So he didn't say anything like "Have you tried this?" to lighten the mood.
"Perhaps the necromancer is trying his best to resist?"
Constantine said in a strange tone, and Hellboy and Demio immediately became alert.
Daimio waved his hand and made a tactical gesture, asking the members of M11 to be ready to shoot at any time. Then he nodded towards Constantine.
"Hello! Mephisto's clone! Long time no see, are you okay!?"
Constantine shouted tentatively in the direction of the room, like a star on stage greeting fans.
It must be said that Constantine has a large group of die-hard fans, and the enthusiasm for his soul is enough to make most human fans feel ashamed.
Then the old gentleman-like guy appeared in front of them.
"Constantine!"
Mephisto's tone was filled with dissatisfaction. He held a white-haired female soul in his hand, and that soul could only pinch Mephisto's arm with its nails.
This is what Constantine meant by "resistance."
The human soul is so powerless when it meets Mephisto.
The moment Mephisto appeared, a dense rain of bullets overwhelmed him.
"stop!"
Constantine shouted loudly. Fortunately, his shout was still effective, but not every shooter would obey his request.
Demio raised his hand to stop the shooting, and then looked at the old gentleman who was riddled with holes in front of him.
"I'm glad to see you again, but what are you eyeing here?"
Constantine didn't care that his orders had no effect, he casually played with the finger tiger in his hand and said to Mephisto.
"I'm just completing a contract."
Mephisto's body returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye.
It's as if those specially made bullets didn't work.
"Nevi? Not to mention you can get her soul, she is a nearly immortal existence."
"Okay John, you know I won't reveal information because of your words. We are too familiar with each other."
The soul of Mrs. Hatton held in Mephisto's hand began to dim. The soul of this poor necromancer was no match for the Lord of Hell, even if it was just facing a clone.
"It seems that you have not been idle during this period and have become stronger. This is something worthy of congratulations. But do you need me to read the contents of the last contract?"
Constantine made exaggerated gestures with the hand holding the cigarette, and by the way, he winked at Hellboy.
He is not afraid of angering Mephisto in front of him, or in other words, only by angering the other party can he have a chance to get the information they need.
"boom!"
Hellboy used the new toy in his hand to blow off the head of Mephisto's clone with one shot, and then the stone arm pulled Mrs. Hatton back from the edge of dissipation.
"I've got what I want, what are you going to do?"
Mephisto's figure appeared in another location, then adjusted the hat on his head and said.
Now he is aloof and finally looks like a king of hell.
"Big guy, what I mean is that you punch him directly, not that you shoot him."
Constantine ignored Mephisto and shouted loudly at Hellboy. Now he is still trying to provoke him.
"I'll understand next time."
Hellboy replied angrily, and then his fist fell on Mephisto's face.
"Just like this!"
"pretty!"
Constantine took a few steps forward and took Mrs. Hatton's soul from Hellboy's hand.
He is not a half-hearted psychic, but a serious psychic.
So he doesn't need to spit out other people's souls from his mouth to complete communication.
"Fire!"
Captain Demio fired first, and then the flashlight hit Mephisto directly in the face.
Strong light is very suitable for disturbing enemies in the dark, but even a clone of Mephisto will not be classified as a "human".
Intensive gunfire rang out again, but Mephisto killed less than half of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.
To be continued...