Chapter 447 Burnt

True strength.

I'm sorry that Ziliang can't show his true strength now. After all, he is still a semi-finished product. However, this does not prevent him from teaching the unpleasant private detective in front of him a lesson.

"Girls—receiving guests—"

Well, naturally Ziliang would not shout this sentence, but the effect would be almost the same as shouting this sentence. Soon, all kinds of people came out of every corner of the hospital, Gao Young, short, fat, thin, male, female, good-looking, ugly, human, not human, one by one, they stood in the corridor with a look of reluctance.

Although this group of people are not willing to put on this kind of 'exhibition'-like style, they can't help it. After all, the other party will join the team in the future, and they can't just give them no face at all, right?

As for whether this group of people is strong or weak, Ziliang doesn't need to say more, because when [Midnight] saw this group of people coming out one by one, his hand holding the cane began to tremble more and more. .

"They are on our side, right." Seeing this, Witch Eli also walked behind Constantine and whispered in the voice of only the two of them.

"Well - for the time being, it looks like this." John whispered, and at the same time, he had to sigh. If he had known that this man named Ziliang had so many powerful people under his command, he wouldn't have to go around selling favors. .

"Okay, it seems that we will be a powerful combination." John said with some embarrassment. He didn't even need to ask what these people would do. As long as he felt the increasing pressure around him, he felt very excited. Guaranteed.

However, our John seems to be a bit young, and he thinks that this is enough.

Of course it wasn't enough. Maybe it was to give these young people a little surprise. After the many sinful fragments were assembled, another person walked up from the basement stairs.

It's not even accurate to say 'walk', I should say 'float'. Because this guy didn't have his feet touching the ground, he walked in front of everyone.

Then Constantine and his party were stunned. If the group of people just gave them a shock, then the one who came out at the end was like a huge demolition hammer, slamming into their heads, causing a buzzing sound in their skulls.

Let me briefly describe this person. He is wearing a sky-blue tights, with muscles that are almost exploding. He is very average and wears a red cloak on his chest, and a huge [S].

Well, this guy is superhuman.

This wave of surprises was so sudden that not only Constantine but also Ziliang was shocked.

"What the hell, why is this guy here?" Ziliang shouted. He didn't know whether this plane had any intersection with the previous one, so at first, he thought Superman was trying to avenge an incident some time ago. The revenge of the ax flew here specifically to cause trouble.

Seeing Ziliang's frightened and hopeless expression, Shirley also felt a little embarrassed, so she quickly explained.

"Okay, he didn't come here to cause trouble. When you went out to deal with Gabriel, I went down to the morgue to find corpses for experiments, and then I saw this guy."

Only then did Ziliang react. He looked at Superman's face and found that his face was a little pale and there was no expression in his eyes.

"Uh, so, this guy is a corpse that came out of the morgue?" Ziliang asked in confirmation.

Shirley nodded: "Yes, I was shocked at first, but Superman's body was really revealed. Oh, and this guy is too powerful, plus he is an alien. Therefore, the environment for the T virus to survive in his body is not very good, which means that I cannot control him perfectly."

"Well, to what extent can you control it?"

"It has nothing to do with degree, it's mainly with distance. I need to be by his side to keep the virus alive. If it's too far away, he will soon turn into a corpse again."

"You can use viruses to control Superman? Why didn't you take action before?" Ziliang yelled.

"Nonsense, it was alive before. How can the immunity of a living person be compared to that of a dead person!" Shirley looked like she was too lazy to argue with you scumbags.

At this time, Constantine finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Um, please forgive me for interrupting and listening to what you are saying. Are you talking about: Have you ever had a conflict with Superman before?"

Ziliang nodded: "Yes, not long ago, I thought this guy could be killed. Unexpectedly, he could absorb the power of sunlight and resurrect. In short, we fought that battle very hard."

"Kill.? Hard.?" These words went around in John's mind.

In this plane, the image of Superman is not a secret. Although the times seem to be a little different, John is definitely aware of the existence of this flying guy. It’s just that John has always been involved in the magic circle, so he has nothing to do with Superman. Just intersection.

And this group of people actually fought with Superman before. Moreover, it sounds like he had killed him before.

Well, no matter what, John already has a general understanding of the strength of this group of people.

So he nodded: "Well, okay, I think the temptation between us is almost over. So, should we talk about 'hell'?" John said: "Where is the book?"

Ziliang took out the book and threw it to John.

John took the book and glanced at it briefly: "Is this book the one that records the weaknesses of [Azazel], one of the three kings of hell?"

"Yes." Ziliang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, John immediately took out a lighter and lit the book directly.

Ziliang was slightly startled.

"No need to be too surprised." John said: "Actually, if it were me before, I would definitely take this book and make a deal with [Azazel]. Maybe, ask me if I can still live in hell. It’s three points, but now is a special period, and I absolutely cannot let this thing fall into the hands of any demon.”

After hearing this, Ziliang nodded: "Okay, this is indeed a way, but unfortunately, compass calculations are basically error-free. That is to say, even if you burn this book now, in hell The demons will always have a way to know this secret future. If the future is so easy to change, how can I still be like this?"

John seemed to understand this truth, and he frowned: "I understand the truth, but the books are gone, so how do the people in hell know the contents of the books?"

The words were spoken suddenly.

"boom!"

A gunshot!