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Chapter 86: The Car Killer

"Sit tight, friend."

Constantine sat in the car with a cigarette in his mouth. He put one hand on the steering wheel and said, "Remember to put on your seat belt. My speed is beyond your imagination. Don\'t expect me to brake!"

"Hurry up and drive."

Lod sighed helplessly. Right now, he only wanted to complete the task and go back. It was too torturous to be with Constantine.

He knew the direction of the plot ahead of time, but who could understand the pain that could not be experienced?

He could clearly tell Constantine directly that the mastermind behind the scenes was Gabriel, but because the storyline might attract the attention of the big shots in heaven and hell, he could only watch Constantine slowly deduce the case. This feeling was simply terrible!

In Los Angeles at three in the morning.

A car sped through the empty road. Just as Constantine had said, he would not step on the accelerator when driving.

"Wait... Do you smell anything?"

Constantine held the steering wheel with one hand and the cigarette in the other. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and smelled a special smell.

Lod sniffed and said, "It seems to be... the smell of sulfur, right?"

"The smell of sulfur?"

Constantine\'s expression suddenly changed. This was not good news, because the smell of sulfur and the demons of hell were generally inextricably linked!

The next second, just as Constantine wanted to remind Lod to be careful, he suddenly felt the car shake violently, and then it was overturned by a sudden huge force!

The car was thrown high into the air and then fell at an extremely fast speed. Lod reacted very quickly. He grabbed Constantine by the collar and kicked away the windshield before throwing him out first!

For some reason, Constantine suddenly felt a sense of deja vu.

In the next moment, Constantine finally knew why he felt that it was familiar.

Bang!

This time, he was sent flying horizontally, and coincidentally, there was an electric pole by the side of the road. The collision between the body and the iron weapon produced the most disgusting sound, as well as Constantine\'s scream again!

"My waist"

Constantine\'s anger was mixed with pain. He clutched his waist and fell to the ground, wailing, glaring at the culprit. "Did you do it on purpose? This is already the second time!"

"Er..."

Lod looked embarrassed. This time, he really did not do it on purpose. It was completely accidental and coincidental.

He could only blame himself for being unlucky. Who asked him to have an electric pole by the roadside when he flew out?

"F*ck! You definitely did it on purpose!"

Constantine wanted to cry but no tears came out. He rubbed his aching old waist and wondered if he couldn\'t make it.

In this regard, Lod could only show an awkward and polite smile, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to the crashed car.

He suddenly muttered in his heart.

If he remembered correctly...

This seemed to be the third car that had been destroyed, right?

It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but this was already the third time. Every time it happened, it would be a surprise attack. Could it be that these villains were specially designed to destroy vehicles?

Lod suddenly felt a deep sense of malice. He might have been cursed to be a car killer!

Buzz... Zap!

On both sides of the empty street, bright lights suddenly began to flicker, one bright and one dark quickly alternating, and along with the wires on the short road, a strange scene like the prelude of a ghost film was interwoven.

Constantine understood this set of event.

For some reason, before ordinary demons appeared, they seemed to break the light bulbs or wires to show their identity, thus creating a strange and terrible atmosphere.

Constantine shouted into the darkness, "Get out here, demon!"

Bang! Bang!

The lights on both sides of the road suddenly broke, and the wires seemed to be forcibly torn off by some kind of force. When they fell to the ground, they emitted electric sparks and twisted like crazy snakes.

A pungent smell of sulfur suddenly filled the air, and then from the dark shadows, there was a sound of hard leather shoes colliding with the ground.

A figure gradually walked out from the darkness. Under the moonlight, Lod and Constantine could clearly see the person\'s appearance.

"It\'s you! Balthazar!"

Constantine was shocked in his heart. Obviously, he did not expect the other party to come here so soon!

Balthazar, who was dressed like a spirited young man in a suit and leather shoes, had a trace of coldness on his face and said with a murderous look, "Constantine, you are dead tonight. No one can save you!"

"I don\'t think so."

Constantine shrugged and said indifferently, "I wanted to kill you with my own hands, but unfortunately, you\'re to puny to die by my hands."

"Hahaha..."

The killing intent in Balthazar\'s eyes was boiling. He laughed sinisterly and said, "You want to kill me? You don\'t even have a tool to exorcise demons on you. Are you going to drive me away with your mouth?"

"Of course not. Just rely on friends."

Constantine calmly lit up a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After taking a deep breath, he provocatively spat it out at Balthazar.

What a joke!

Did he, Constantine, rely on props and magic to exorcise demons?

Of course not!

He relied on his friends and teammates to exorcise demons!

"Friends?"

Balthazar was slightly stunned. Only then did he realize that there was a man standing next to Constantine.

This person looked... too weak!

He did not feel any threat at all.

"Constantine, is your brain burned by the cigarette?"

Balthazar felt that he had been underestimated. The murderous intent in his eyes overflowed, and the smell of sulfur from hell became even more serious.

"You... didn\'t go to the Midnight Bar today?"

Constantine took a drag on his cigarette and asked a strange question.

"No, why are you asking this? Are you trying to buy time and wait for midnight to save you?" Balthazar was confused and thought that Constantine had placed his hopes on Midnight.

"No, it\'s nothing. I know."

Constantine grinned and his eyes were very kind. He said, "Dear Lod, remember to leave him a breath. We still have many questions to ask him."