Behind the Scenes from American Comics

"Don't borrow!"

Even though Deadpool wailed and said that he was so poor that he only had a pair of underwear left, Constantine remained unmoved, and even raised his leg to signal the sand sculptures to get out of the way.

"No."

Deadpool held Constantine's leg without letting go, and howled, "Vanessa said, if I can't make any more rent money, she will kick me and have a new lover."

"cut!"

[Constantine] spit out a mouthful of smoke: "You said the same last time. To be honest, it's the first time I've seen someone like you who likes to arrange a green hat for yourself. Wade, do you have any special hobbies?"

Deadpool: "..."

"Mr. Constantine, can I buy you a drink?"

Being ignored by the two of them, Natasha Romanoff felt unhappy in her heart.

Gollum! ×2

Deadpool swallowed again in disappointment.

"No promise!"

[Constantine] looked at him with contempt, and said with a straight face: "This female agent, I don't like your type, please respect yourself."

"Ah!"

Natasha Romanoff rolled her eyes. "Please take your eyes off of you when you say this, thank you."

"Don't look, don't look."

Constantine calmly looked away, curled her lips and said, "I don't think it's rare for me to see an old woman over a hundred years old."

[Extreme value +342 from Natasha Romanoff]

[Surprise value +296 from Phil Coulson]

[From Wade. Wilson's amazing value +643]

"No way, this beauty is over a hundred years old?"

Deadpool opened his eyes wide, stared at Natasha Romanoff's hot body in disbelief, touched his chin and muttered to himself, "No, is the silicone technology so advanced now?"

(╬￣Dish￣)

Natasha Romanoff just kicked with a cold face.

"oh oh---"

Deadpool kneeled between his legs again.

Natasha Romanoff kicked a few more kicks in frustration, before looking straight at Constantine, "You know me? Why do you know my age?"

"It's obvious at a glance, what's so strange about it."

[Constantine] spit out a smoke ring, and said leisurely: "Don't be discouraged auntie, it's okay to be older, you are still taking good care of it."

"Uh-huh......"

Deadpool nodded deeply and whispered: "It's inconvenient to ask, Auntie, how do you usually take care of it? After I go back, let my girlfriend learn?"

"inconvenient!"

Called an old woman, Natasha Romanoff was in a bad mood and kicked Deadpool away with a kick.

Snapped!

Deadpool stuck to the tin door of the bar, and then slowly slid down.

Click!

Just at the moment the door opened, a middle-aged white woman looked at Deadpool lying on the ground, and after confirming it again and again, said in an uncertain tone: "Mr. Wade. Wilson?"

"it's me."

Deadpool stood up from the ground, holding the hand of the white woman enthusiastically, "Ms. Matthew, right, I remember you, you are my regular customer."

"It's Huma!" the white woman corrected.

"Oh, Ms. Huma."

Deadpool nodded without embarrassment and changed the subject: "Ms. Huma, you can now elaborate on your daughter's disappearance. Do you have any useful clues?"

"There is one!"

The white woman frowned, "My daughter just started high school, and I heard that she had a boyfriend whose parents had a bad reputation and seemed to be followers of Satan."

"Oh?"

Constantine, who was originally not interested, heard the word Satan, and immediately became interested, "Ma'am, tell me the situation in detail, maybe I can help you."

......

On the outskirts of New York City, on a farm, the broken carcasses of cattle and sheep and bright red blood form a strange and terrifying altar.

The altar is in the shape of an inverse pentagram, with a black inverse cross attached to a demon statue at the top.

In front of the altar, a group of cultists in black robes held white candles and prayed devoutly and frantically.

"The great son of hell!"

"Your devout believers offer you pure sacrifices, asking you to perform miracles and grant us life and strength..."

While praying, these cultists also cut their wrists, allowing the blood to be stained red with the lines of the pentagram.

"These people's knives are rusted, aren't they afraid of tetanus?" Deadpool squatted in the grass and whispered.

No one cares about this sand sculpture!

[Constantine] Looking at the white woman holding a compass, she asked softly, "Ms. Huma, is there your daughter in those offerings?"

"Yes, little Emma is in there."

The white woman's eyes were red, she held Constantine's hand tightly, and choked: "Mr. Constantine, please save my daughter."

"Hey, Ms. Huma."

Hearing this, Deadpool jumped up abruptly, akimbo dissatisfied, "This is my entrustment, did you ask the wrong person?"

Um?

Hearing someone speak, the cultists stopped praying and turned their heads to look at the grass.

"idiot!"

[Constantine] The corners of his eyes twitched, and he kicked Deadpool out to attract fire, then pulled the white woman back.

bang bang bang ---

The cultists of these years are fiercely fired, and seeing a pervert in a masked tights jumping out of the grass, they immediately raised their submachine guns and fired blankly.

Deadpool was about to throw up his hands in surrender when he was beaten into a rotten mass of flesh.

Bang.

Deadpool's 'corpse' fell softly to the ground, and before dying, he gave Constantine a middle finger.

"Mr. Constantine, what do we do now?" The white woman was trembling with fright.

"It's not a big problem."

[Constantine] calmly waved his hand, turned his head to Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanoff and said, "Two agents, do you care about the demon sacrifice?"

"in spite of!"

Natasha Romanoff was still angry. Hearing this, he crossed his chest with his arms and replied with a cold face.

"Oh!"

Constantine nodded calmly, lowered her body, and shouted at a high voice: "It's too dangerous here, Ms. Huma is going to cancel her entrustment and go back to the police."

"what?!!"

The dead body on the ground stood up suddenly. *