Chapter 67: Constantine
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Chapter 67: Constantine
The next day.
After changing gigai, Lod and Nemu forged two fake certificates. They avoided S. H. I. E. L. D.'s all-pervasive surveillance and boarded the plane to Los Angeles.
They did this not because they were afraid of S. H. I. E. L. D., but to avoid some unnecessary trouble.
It would take about six hours to go from New York International Airport to Los Angeles International Airport. Fortunately, Lod and Nemu had booked the first-class cabin. They only needed to lie in the chair and sleep.
...
After six hours of flight, they finally arrived in Los Angeles!
It was close to night, and the sun had already set.
But even so, the city was still brightly lit and filled with tall buildings.
This was the second largest international city second only to New York. It was located in the southwest area of California in the United States. People affectionately called it the City of Angels It was one of the top entertainment centers in the world. Hollywood was located here.
However, their purpose of this trip was not to travel, but to 'meet'!
"Brother ---"
Nemu held Lod's hand and asked curiously, "We are already in Los Angeles. Where are we going next?"
"Follow it."
Lod took out the yellow and wrinkled letter and said lightly, "It will take us there."
Since they came to Los Angeles, there was a vague feeling on the letter paper, as if it were forguiding them to a place in Los Angeles.
Following the direction of the envelope, Lod and Nemu walked for a long time before finally arriving at the entrance of a bar.
"Midnight?"
When Lod looked up and saw the name of the bar, he suddenly felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he could not remember where.
"Brother ---" Nemu tugged at Lod's sleeve and said in a low voice, "There is a spiritual energy fluctuation outside this bar. It can disrupt the vision of ordinary people and make them unconsciously ignore its existence."
"Oh?"
Lod raised his eyebrows and gathered the spiritual energy in his eyes. He found that it was indeed as Nemu said.
There was a layer of invisible power around the bar, which allowed the ordinary people passing by to unconsciously ignore the bar and achieve a secret effect.
However, the degree of elimination was not high. As long as there was a little bit of spiritual power, they could see it.
"It seems that we found the right place."
Lod took out the letter. The feeling on it was very intense. Obviously, the destination was this bar: "Let's go in and see who is inviting us."
I hope this bar does not abide by the laws of the United States!
Two muscular men were naked and fighting with swords in the corner!
"Cough! Cough!"
Lod coughed lightly and quickly covered Nemu's eyes with his hands. He reprimanded, "Children should not look at such things. They will grow chicken eyes in the future."
"Oh ---"
Nemu obediently closed his eyes.
The underground space of the bar was very large. Lod walked for five or six minutes with Nemu in his arms. When he arrived at the front desk, he suddenly felt the vibration of the envelope in his arms become more intense!
"It's here!"
Lod glanced at the front desk of the bar and found that there was only one person sitting there.
The man was wearing a khaki long trench coat. He had a head of messy blonde hair. The stubble on his face had not been trimmed for a long time. He held a glass of wine in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand. He looked like a decadent uncle.
"It seems that he is the one who invited us."
Lod thought in his heart. Then he sat next to the man and said to the waiter at the bar, "A glass of white water with ice and a glass of orange juice. Thank you."
"..."
The waiter looked at Lod with a speechless face. He thought to himself, "Drink some white water and orange juice. Are you here to tease me?"
There was a saying that opened the door to do business, and the guest was God. No matter how unhappy he was, he still followed Lod's request and handed over a cup of white water with ice and a cup of orange juice.
Lod took out the letter and handed it to the decadent uncle next to him. He said lightly, "You sent this letter to me, didn't you?"
"What?"
The dispirited uncle's expression changed slightly. He said in surprise, "This is impossible. It should have been sent to hell. Why is it in your hands?"
Lod thought for a moment and then said, "Maybe I have something to do with hell, so can you explain what is going on?"
Who knew!
As soon as he finished this sentence, the decadent uncle's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
This feeling...
It was as if someone was staring at him, making Lod feel uncomfortable all over.
"Oh ---Thank God!"
The decadent uncle showed a warm smile and reached out to Lod. "My dear friend, I am very happy to see you. My name is John Constantine!"
Lod: Σ( ° △°||||)_
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Chapter 67: Constantine
The next day.
After changing gigai, Lod and Nemu forged two fake certificates. They avoided S. H. I. E. L. D.'s all-pervasive surveillance and boarded the plane to Los Angeles.
They did this not because they were afraid of S. H. I. E. L. D., but to avoid some unnecessary trouble.
It would take about six hours to go from New York International Airport to Los Angeles International Airport. Fortunately, Lod and Nemu had booked the first-class cabin. They only needed to lie in the chair and sleep.
...
After six hours of flight, they finally arrived in Los Angeles!
It was close to night, and the sun had already set.
But even so, the city was still brightly lit and filled with tall buildings.
This was the second largest international city second only to New York. It was located in the southwest area of California in the United States. People affectionately called it the City of Angels It was one of the top entertainment centers in the world. Hollywood was located here.
However, their purpose of this trip was not to travel, but to 'meet'!
"Brother ---"
Nemu held Lod's hand and asked curiously, "We are already in Los Angeles. Where are we going next?"
"Follow it."
Lod took out the yellow and wrinkled letter and said lightly, "It will take us there."
Since they came to Los Angeles, there was a vague feeling on the letter paper, as if it were forguiding them to a place in Los Angeles.
Following the direction of the envelope, Lod and Nemu walked for a long time before finally arriving at the entrance of a bar.
"Midnight?"
When Lod looked up and saw the name of the bar, he suddenly felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he could not remember where.
"Brother ---" Nemu tugged at Lod's sleeve and said in a low voice, "There is a spiritual energy fluctuation outside this bar. It can disrupt the vision of ordinary people and make them unconsciously ignore its existence."
"Oh?"
Lod raised his eyebrows and gathered the spiritual energy in his eyes. He found that it was indeed as Nemu said.
There was a layer of invisible power around the bar, which allowed the ordinary people passing by to unconsciously ignore the bar and achieve a secret effect.
However, the degree of elimination was not high. As long as there was a little bit of spiritual power, they could see it.
"It seems that we found the right place."
Lod took out the letter. The feeling on it was very intense. Obviously, the destination was this bar: "Let's go in and see who is inviting us."
I hope this bar does not abide by the laws of the United States!
Two muscular men were naked and fighting with swords in the corner!
"Cough! Cough!"
Lod coughed lightly and quickly covered Nemu's eyes with his hands. He reprimanded, "Children should not look at such things. They will grow chicken eyes in the future."
"Oh ---"
Nemu obediently closed his eyes.
The underground space of the bar was very large. Lod walked for five or six minutes with Nemu in his arms. When he arrived at the front desk, he suddenly felt the vibration of the envelope in his arms become more intense!
"It's here!"
Lod glanced at the front desk of the bar and found that there was only one person sitting there.
The man was wearing a khaki long trench coat. He had a head of messy blonde hair. The stubble on his face had not been trimmed for a long time. He held a glass of wine in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand. He looked like a decadent uncle.
"It seems that he is the one who invited us."
Lod thought in his heart. Then he sat next to the man and said to the waiter at the bar, "A glass of white water with ice and a glass of orange juice. Thank you."
"..."
The waiter looked at Lod with a speechless face. He thought to himself, "Drink some white water and orange juice. Are you here to tease me?"
There was a saying that opened the door to do business, and the guest was God. No matter how unhappy he was, he still followed Lod's request and handed over a cup of white water with ice and a cup of orange juice.
Lod took out the letter and handed it to the decadent uncle next to him. He said lightly, "You sent this letter to me, didn't you?"
"What?"
The dispirited uncle's expression changed slightly. He said in surprise, "This is impossible. It should have been sent to hell. Why is it in your hands?"
Lod thought for a moment and then said, "Maybe I have something to do with hell, so can you explain what is going on?"
Who knew!
As soon as he finished this sentence, the decadent uncle's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
This feeling...
It was as if someone was staring at him, making Lod feel uncomfortable all over.
"Oh ---Thank God!"
The decadent uncle showed a warm smile and reached out to Lod. "My dear friend, I am very happy to see you. My name is John Constantine!"
Lod: Σ( ° △°||||)_
Who was the one who had run off to the wrong set?
Why would this scum appear in Marvel?
Chapter 67: Constantine The next day. After changing gigai, Lod and Nemu forged two fake certificates. They avoided S. H. I. E. L. D.'s all-pervasive surveillance and boarded the plane to Los Angeles. They did this not because they were afraid of S. H. I. E. L. D., but to avoid some unnecessary trouble. It would take about six hours to go from New York International Airport to Los Angeles International Airport. Fortunately, Lod and Nemu had booked the first-class cabin. They only needed to lie in the chair and sleep. ... After six hours of flight, they finally arrived in Los Angeles! It was close to night, and the sun had already set. But even so, the city was still brightly lit and filled with tall buildings. This was the second largest international city second only to New York. It was located in the southwest area of California in the United States. People affectionately called it the City of Angels It was one of the top entertainment centers in the world. Hollywood was located here. However, their purpose of this trip was not to travel, but to 'meet'! "Brother ---" Nemu held Lod's hand and asked curiously, "We are already in Los Angeles. Where are we going next?" "Follow it." Lod took out the yellow and wrinkled letter and said lightly, "It will take us there." Since they came to Los Angeles, there was a vague feeling on the letter paper, as if it were forguiding them to a place in Los Angeles. Following the direction of the envelope, Lod and Nemu walked for a long time before finally arriving at the entrance of a bar. "Midnight?" When Lod looked up and saw the name of the bar, he suddenly felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he could not remember where. "Brother ---" Nemu tugged at Lod's sleeve and said in a low voice, "There is a spiritual energy fluctuation outside this bar. It can disrupt the vision of ordinary people and make them unconsciously ignore its existence." "Oh?" Lod raised his eyebrows and gathered the spiritual energy in his eyes. He found that it was indeed as Nemu said. There was a layer of invisible power around the bar, which allowed the ordinary people passing by to unconsciously ignore the bar and achieve a secret effect. However, the degree of elimination was not high. As long as there was a little bit of spiritual power, they could see it. "It seems that we found the right place." Lod took out the letter. The feeling on it was very intense. Obviously, the destination was this bar: "Let's go in and see who is inviting us." I hope this bar does not abide by the laws of the United States! Two muscular men were naked and fighting with swords in the corner! "Cough! Cough!" Lod coughed lightly and quickly covered Nemu's eyes with his hands. He reprimanded, "Children should not look at such things. They will grow chicken eyes in the future." "Oh ---" Nemu obediently closed his eyes. The underground space of the bar was very large. Lod walked for five or six minutes with Nemu in his arms. When he arrived at the front desk, he suddenly felt the vibration of the envelope in his arms become more intense! "It's here!" Lod glanced at the front desk of the bar and found that there was only one person sitting there. The man was wearing a khaki long trench coat. He had a head of messy blonde hair. The stubble on his face had not been trimmed for a long time. He held a glass of wine in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand. He looked like a decadent uncle. "It seems that he is the one who invited us." Lod thought in his heart. Then he sat next to the man and said to the waiter at the bar, "A glass of white water with ice and a glass of orange juice. Thank you." "..." The waiter looked at Lod with a speechless face. He thought to himself, "Drink some white water and orange juice. Are you here to tease me?" There was a saying that opened the door to do business, and the guest was God. No matter how unhappy he was, he still followed Lod's request and handed over a cup of white water with ice and a cup of orange juice. Lod took out the letter and handed it to the decadent uncle next to him. He said lightly, "You sent this letter to me, didn't you?" "What?" The dispirited uncle's expression changed slightly. He said in surprise, "This is impossible. It should have been sent to hell. Why is it in your hands?" Lod thought for a moment and then said, "Maybe I have something to do with hell, so can you explain what is going on?" Who knew! As soon as he finished this sentence, the decadent uncle's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure. This feeling... It was as if someone was staring at him, making Lod feel uncomfortable all over. "Oh ---Thank God!" The decadent uncle showed a warm smile and reached out to Lod. "My dear friend, I am very happy to see you. My name is John Constantine!" Lod: ||||_ Who was the one who had run off to the wrong set? Why would this scum appear in Marvel?
