$405 Backstage at Midnight

Constantine's words are very tempting.

But the voodoo sorcerer Midnight is not a naive person who will be easily persuaded by Constantine.

This guy is black from face to heart.

Especially his hands, which are even darker than Constantine's hands, and the black is beginning to turn green.

The origin of voodoo sorcerers, or the original meaning of voodoo, is certainly not evil. The word voodoo refers to elves.

Kind and universal ancestor worship and nature worship.

It was not until the poor ones were sent on the ship to America that voodoo and voodoo were completely changed.

But not many people care about this origin.

Because voodoo has long welcomed a strong man, a strong man who can rival the Supreme Mage.

So at this time, Midnight faced Constantine with a flickering look in his eyes.

Midnight was not afraid of Constantine. If Constantine's brain was not really useful, he would not have formed a cooperative relationship with Constantine.

Bad luck is sometimes really contagious.

Midnight's biggest reliance is! Jericho Drum!

Doctor Voodoo!

Unfortunately, Midnight is his brother. ①

This is also an important reason why Midnight dares to remain neutral in the world.

Neither Heaven nor Hell wants to provoke a strong man comparable to the Supreme Sorcerer.

Even if that strong man stayed at home when he was studying.

It's like the powerful guy Setorak has never been actively provoked. Even the original hell lords were cautious when facing Setorak.

"John, I think you want to taste the bad breath of the resurrected corpse②."

Midnight stared with a pair of eyes, and a dark green light began to emerge from his hands again.

Although Midnight is not as powerful as the unstoppable, he is still much better than Constantine in battle.

Constantine looked at Midnight in front of him, and then directly tore open his shirt.

"Come on, brother. Mark me with your mark!"

Constantine's tone made the veins on Midnight's forehead jump.

This thing is so annoying!

But he is really capable.

"What can you use to guarantee my profit, John? Is it your dry road that has been used by countless people?"

Midnight said, and a series of strange sounds came out of his mouth.

Constantine immediately saw cold sweat on his head.

This is the sound of summoning the resurrected corpse.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you going to do? Although I don't mind being passive, I mind that the active party is a corpse. Will the resurrected corpse's thing really not break in my body?"

Constantine's hand quietly grasped the brass knuckles he usually used.

This thing has been completely renewed after he asked Rasuk for help.

The four letters F`U`C`K are engraved at the front.

The Bible verses on it were directly wiped out by Rasuk, and the attribute of holy damage was attached.

This thing is very useful now, at least much better than the magic wand.

If Karasim chose Constantine as the reincarnation object, then he could use his iron fist to convince those guys who interfere with humans.

Unfortunately, it can't be changed, so there is no way.

"Seriously, if you plan to watch a heavy drama, please let me take out my treasured cigarettes first."

Constantine stared at Midnight in front of him.

He was just talking. Constantine, who had no bottom line, didn't intend to have any relationship with the voodoo resurrection.

The brass knuckles on his fist began to emit a sacred glow.

"Is this the power you got? You chose the angel?"

Midnight poured the wine in his hand into his mouth, and then bit the ice cubes.

Constantine showed a charming smile: "You plan to try it yourself? It's a real honor."

"Awoo!"

A resurrection corpse that was called powerful by voodoo sorcerers pounced directly.

This thing is more than enough to kill Balza.

But for a demon of that level, Balza might be the last one alive, although it is better to be dead than alive.

"Bang~chi~"

Constantine hit the abdomen with a standard uppercut, and after a punching sound, the body of the resurrected corpse began to burn directly.

The soul floated out of the mouth of the corpse that was sewn shut, and then disappeared all the way up.

"Is this the power of heaven? Now I am interested in listening to your specific things."

Midnight was not angry at all because he lost a resurrected corpse.

Now that he had seen Constantine's power, he chose to do the same as usual.

As an ally who was not very trustworthy, Midnight was professional.

It was as natural as Constantine walking into a gay bar.

Constantine smiled and did not say "This is the power of the barbarians".

Midnight fell into the trap.

Then Dr. Voodoo would not be far behind.

Midnight was sacrificed, as a sacrifice to summon a powerful Supreme Mage, Midnight was too good.

Constantine was not sure if he had left any hair or something like that for Dr. Voodoo to use as a medium for the curse.

But he was ready.

He, whose arm was marked by Auriel, is now covered by hope.

If someone could break through Hope's protection and curse him, then he would admit it.

"Don't say you don't know the time when angels came before."

Constantine turned sideways and assumed a boxing stance.

Obviously he had no intention of giving up the fight just like that.

This posture of flashing back and forth with the front hand hanging on the waist and protecting the chin with the back hand was something Constantine learned from a boxing coach. What's it called Detroit style?

It is said to be very useful.

This was also the first time he tried to fight using this posture.

Somewhat nondescript.

But someone is clearly serious.

The coach obviously didn't teach Constantine carefully.

Because this posture has extremely high physical requirements.

Being tall is the first step, but to be effective, you also need a pair of long enough arms and strong shoulders.

The jab is a great technique, but for Constantine that's all.

The problem of congenital deficiencies is not easy to make up for.

Midnight looked expressionlessly as Constantine kept shaking his front hand in provocation, and turned around.

A large group of newly awakened zombies have appeared in Constantine's sight.

"No matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot hide the fact that you are a weakling, John." Midnight said with his back to Constantine: "Your physical strength cannot support you to continue fighting, and here is me In this territory, there are endless things like resurrected corpses.”

Constantine put down his posture and smiled playfully.

"Are you going to take a trip to hell? I think you're going to like the electric chair."

Constantine taunted Midnight.

This voodoo sorcerer will not believe him honestly, and will definitely look for specific information on his own.

That's enough.

Dr. Voodoo immediately has a reason to go out and fight.

And he, Constantine, will throw himself into the arms of hope and become the vanguard against evil.

As long as the Prius doesn't object...

…

"Who are you!"

Peggy Carter wore a white coat and faced Dr. Stern in front of her.

His face is not pretty at all.

Although she looks young again now.

It's just that no matter who it is, it won't be a good feeling when the only human being in front of them is drinking coffee.

Dr. Stern's silence struck Agent Carter as a provocation.

"Where is this?"

Agent Carter asked again, and this time he only received Dr. Stern's wide, blank eyes.

While she was testing Dr. Stern in front of her, she felt the difference in her body.

That surging sense of power made her a little uneasy.

No kind person in this world would help a person who is about to die of old age and then leave him alone.

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Hydra will make good use of those who have been transformed. There is no reason for the guy who performed the surgery on her to disappear.

Agent Carter had to keep thinking in his mind.

[Why did Colson hold me hostage? Has SHIELD not discovered it yet? What happened to me? What to do now? 】

A series of questions almost turned into bubbles and flew out of Agent Kurt's head.

Dr. Stern responded by drinking his coffee silently, not even glancing at Carter.

It’s a miracle that Dr. Stern still knows how to drink coffee after having a prefrontal lobotomy.

Normally there is not much difference between a person who has undergone this surgery and a vegetative state.

"Is there a phone here?"

Agent Carter hasn't given up on getting information from Dr. Stern.

Although she had scanned her surroundings when asking.

But the terrible thing is that this place doesn't even have a landline.

Suddenly there was a burst of buzzing sounds, and a picture appeared on the only intact display screen not far away.

"Ms. Peggy Carter, I want to play a game with you."

Murdoc's big face appeared above.

Peggy Carter frowned and looked at the screen with an unhappy expression.

"I've seen Saw, and what you imitated looks nothing like it."

Peggy Carter sneered mercilessly, with a bit of contempt on her face.

"Now you and Dr. Stern are both in this place, and in the end only one can survive. Now, great Agent Carter, as the best spy agent, do you want to prove to me that you are righteous?"

There was no pause in Murdoc's voice.

At this point, Agent Carter also confirmed that the scene in front of him was just a pre-recorded video.

"If you can be the lucky one, I will find a way to visit you in the next time and solve your lifespan problem.

As for whether you have this opportunity, I'm not sure. But I think you'll thank me. "

Murdoc's influence finished speaking and then disappeared.

Peggy Carter felt her eyes twitching.

This kind of task request was too general, and she doubted whether Murdoc was powerful enough to do it.