People in DC, every day administrative leave

The next day, someone called Zhang San while he was making a crystal trophy for his game.

(Hey! Officer Zhang, haven’t we seen each other for a long time?)

Listening to the fake concern tone of the British guy on the phone, he directly interrupted the other person: "Keyboard told me what happened last time. You asked me to come over to help, but the money you gave me was only so little. I'm very unhappy."

(Don’t worry so much between friends. I wonder if you are interested in searching for the lost black magic with me? It is guaranteed to be exciting, but also safe.)

As if he was afraid that someone would not go, Constantine also said that this was a free trip to watch the magic battle, and he wanted to use the magical magic he had learned to teach a disobedient bad guy.

All Officer Zhang needs to do is buy drinks and popcorn and stand not far away as a spectator, while helping to deal with the unsuspecting police officers.

"Are there any police officers in Atlanta who don't recognize you?"

The strange man and Dr. Destiny fight against the devil together. This video has millions of views. How could there be people who don't recognize him?

It was obvious that someone would rather use cheap lies to deceive Zhang San than say that he was asking for help.

(If this were Atlanta, I wouldn’t need the help of the famous police officer Zhang. This time, it’s New York, and I’d probably die in the city if I took something out in front of those nervous police officers.)

The British liar was not a British fool, and he did not want to talk about magic to a group of people who would explode at the first touch.

The situation now sounds like he needs a bodyguard, someone who can talk to the police.

Zhang San asked about things related to black magic. After the other party explained a lot, he heard the key words from it.

"You said black magic can open a passage to hell?"

(It is a magic circle, and the user needs to be very knowledgeable and proficient in black magic to use the magic circle to open the door to hell.)

"Give me something on your cabinet that is immune to magic, and I will go over and help you." Zhang San has never seen what black magic looks like at this age, so he has to satisfy his curiosity.

Half an hour later, when he showed up at a hospital in Brooklyn, New York City, he saw a few British people sitting on a bench in the corridor waiting.

Constantine was accompanied by his exclusive driver Chas and professional assistant psychic painter Zed. When they saw Zhang San, they still had a relieved mood on their faces.

"Why are we gathering at the hospital?"

The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital is the smell that Zhang San dislikes the most, but the address given by the British guy is still in the hospital.

If there is no reasonable explanation for this, he will have to charge double the reward, or triple it!

"There is something wrong with Chas's daughter. Her soul is missing. We are going to find the black magician who stole her soul. Don't you have a gun?"

Finding that Officer Zhang's waist was empty, the British guy who just thought things would be easy felt bad again.

The difference between a police officer without a gun and a police officer with a gun is very, very big.

At some point, a sharpshooter who is always on target can save 99% of the problems.

"Why should I carry a gun? You said on the phone that I just have to stand outside with popcorn and soda to deal with the police. Isn't that what you said?"

There seems to be nothing wrong with it

Constantine, who had been tricked by himself, waved his hands helplessly and was not prepared to dwell on this issue. Anyway, there was a gun wherever they were going.

After a while.

The four of them took a car and arrived at the entrance of a military store that was open for business. The black background and gold sign hanging on the red brick building had been used for many years and was a little white and peeling. jingle

The man before leaving opened the store door with a sound prompt.

The environment inside is a bit bad. Rows of shelves are filled with various products but no prices are marked. There is still some dust on the surface of the camouflage uniforms hanging on the shelves. It seems that the owner of the store has not taken care of them seriously at all.

Constantine, who led the three people in, reached out and grabbed a pile of light sticks on the shelf. He put the unpaid items directly into the large leather bag he was carrying, not caring about the people behind him. What do you think of this behavior?

Then, the British guy who completely regarded this place as his home bent down and took a half-meter-long black electric baton from the bottom of another shelf and handed it to Zed next to him.

"We'll use it."

Ignoring the strange look in his eyes, the surprisingly thick-skinned man took a few lighter gas cans from the cabinet where there were a bunch of flashlights.

Ten centimeters away from the cabinet, the boss, who was sleeping on a chair behind the glass counter, seemed to be deaf and did not hear the movement just now.

The owner of a military store who is dressed in black but not dark-skinned has a middle-parted hair like Leon, although it is a low-profile version without so much hair.

His name is Finel, and Constantine brought everyone to find this friend because he was a psychic.

The Brits need a small favor from their friends. Fennel can possess them by touching the person's belongings, and they can use this to ask for the location of Chas's daughter Geraldine.

Kaka.

Things turned out as he expected. His friends who he hadn't contacted for a long time were a little excited when they saw him, even to the point of raising a shotgun and pointing it at them.

"Get out! You're not welcome in my store, John Constantine." Fennell didn't seem to be entertaining an 'old friend' in a different way. He really didn't like the guy in front of him.

Zed glanced at Officer Zhang who was trying on camouflage uniforms next to him, then walked to the counter and told the man holding the gun that a little girl's soul had been stolen, and they needed Finell's help to find her.

"You want me to help him? A thief, a liar, a selfish guy"

"how much is this shirt?"

Someone interrupted Finell. When he turned his head and looked at the tall Asian man who appeared in his field of vision, he felt as if he had seen this face before.

The memory in his mind gradually became clearer, and Finell quickly looked back at the promotional picture of the town of Evergreen hanging on the shelf behind him. The ace police officer standing in the front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding his hands looked very similar to this man.

"I forgot to introduce you. He is Officer Zhang, my new friend."

咕咚

The man holding the gun quickly put the thing in his hand on its place. Anyone who owns a military store would know the name of the ace police officer. He is a police officer who has won four shooting championships in a row!

That powerful marksmanship is almost as terrifying as Deadshot, and he can even return to the town of Evergreen alive after killing so many gang members in Gotham.

This is why he hangs promotional pictures of the town on the shelves, because even if the customers who come to the store don't really want to buy anything, they will be happy to buy something after chatting with Finnell about the deeds of the ace police officer. (End of chapter)