Chapter 132 The Idle Hell Detective, the New Jack the Ripper

Chapter 132 The idle detective of hell, the new Jack the Ripper’s continuous crimes

"Bang bang!!"

"Oh, it seems that Allen still hasn't heard it in his heart!"

With the violent sound of a door colliding, Director George looked at the closed office door. Thinking of the conversation he had just had with Allen, he couldn't help but feel irritable.

Allen still had the same attitude as before about the things he had done before, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all.

A person's path is determined by his attitude and thoughts!

Attitude is a mask that covers other people's hearts, while thought is the core that truly determines whether a person can go far in the long run.

Allen hates all chocolate farm tools. In his own mind, none of the chocolate farm tools are good. Even if there are a few good people, he is too lazy to spend time digging for gold in shit.

Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Detective Agency.

A woman with a graceful figure and a good face came to the door of the office wearing a combat uniform and carrying a bag in her hand. After opening the door, she was choked by a puff of white smoke coming from inside the office. .

"Ahem!!"

Black Widow Natasha felt the pungent smell of cigarettes and couldn't help coughing a few times. She glanced forward with a pair of beautiful eyes. The desk in the office was full of empty beer cans and pizza packages. The wrapping paper of burgers was covered with After taking it apart, they were stuffed into the trash can.

The ashtray was full of smoked cigarette butts, and the ash piled up like a hill. The takeaway coffee was placed on the table, stacked up like a small tower.

As for the furniture in the office, except for the necessary desks and cabinets for files, there is basically no other unnecessary furniture for decoration.

The only piece of furniture that looks relatively large is a luxurious sofa, which seems to be the place where the owner sleeps.

All the furnishings and situations in front of me looked like a bachelor's room.

This is the office of the Hell Detective, and John Constantine's room.

"Clatter, crash, crash!!"

As the sound of the toilet flushing ended, the bathroom door opened, and a handsome man with a cigarette in his hand came out.

When Constantine saw the black widow Natasha for the first time, he seemed a little surprised on his face, and then he started to make witty remarks to Natasha.

"I didn't expect SHIELD agents to like breaking into private houses!"

"Do you want to come and play some cute games with me again?"

"If you want to play some cute games with me again, then I have no objection at all, right?"

After the Kingpin incident, Constantine, who was now idle, looked at the beauty in front of him unscrupulously, constantly looking at her graceful body with his own eyes.

Black Widow Natasha looked at Constantine who was smiling very much, and thought about the fact that she had followed Nick Fury's order to seduce Constantine, but the original plan failed, and she actually got herself involved all night.

Now when she heard Constantine's words, Natasha's two lumps of flesh, which were already standing tall, seemed to instantly hurt from anger.

This annoying smoker, lsp! !

Natasha, who fully understood Constantine's bohemian character, tried to calm down her emotions, and then forced an ugly smile on her face.

"Constantine, I came to you today because I have something to ask you for help!"

"You come and ask me for help, but I don't want to help you!"

"ah!!??"

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After Black Widow Natasha heard Constantine's answer, she froze on the spot with a confused look on her face.

When Natasha received this mission, she thought that Constantine might refuse this request.

When I think about Constantine's character, once he knows the process of this matter, he might refuse it in order to avoid trouble.

However, what Natasha didn't expect was that Constantine directly rejected Natasha's request without even hearing the content of the matter.

Natasha couldn't adapt to the hell detective's routine. He simply didn't play according to common sense.

"Okay, I'm just kidding you. Tell me, what happened?"

Constantine suddenly had a wicked smile on his face again, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with a lighter, then sat on the sofa, signaling Natasha to tell her what happened.

After the Kingpin incident, Tony had a good conversation with Nick Fury and Constantine and reached cooperation on some mysterious events.

Although Constantine doesn't like Nick Fury's style, for Tony's sake, some things still require "sincere cooperation."

"Constantine, do you know about the recent murders of women?"

"Oh, was the case you're talking about committed by the one people call the new Jack the Ripper?"

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this guy who specializes in removing zigong from women?"

Constantine crossed his legs, smoking his favorite Silka cigarette, and answered Natasha's questions very casually.

"Actually, the nature of this case should have been just that of a crazy murderer. However, yesterday SHIELD received the latest report from the New York City Police Department."

"This criminal, known as the new Jack the Ripper, may be a criminal with superpowers, and his abilities are likely to be related to the occult science you are talking about."

Natasha took out a stack of documents and a stack of photos from the bag she brought, pushed them in front of Constantine, and motioned for him to take a look.

"Not only did all of these victims have their zigong removed, but yesterday's report from the New York City Police Department showed that the latest three victims were killed instantly in public."

"The surveillance cameras did not capture any useful information at all. It seems that no one committed a crime against these three women."

Constantine, who was originally indifferent, gradually became serious after seeing the information and photos.

"Did all these eleven cases occur in just seven days?"

"Yes! The New York City Police Department has been troubled by these eleven cases."

"interesting!"

"Um?!"

After Natasha heard what Constantine said, she couldn't help but show some doubts. Constantine, who was sitting opposite him, was smoking a cigarette with a slight smile on his face.

"So many cases have occurred in a short period of time, and they were all committed by one person."

"This new Jack the Ripper is a really interesting prisoner!"