American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Under Peter's gaze, a burly figure opened the door of the bar and walked in.

The other person was wearing khaki dark pants and a North Carolina hat. His pupils were pitch black and he exuded a strange aura.

"Whatever, you are full of mystery, I'm used to it."

Officer Chandler didn't notice anything wrong with Peter's eyes.

Also, the wine the bartender mixed for him was a bit strong and made him a little drunk.

"I don't care about anything. I just want to get enough money before I retire so that I can go to Hawaii for a vacation and leave this terrible town where everything is terrible."

He looked at the decorations on the wall of the bar drunkenly and complained: "Look, what can pretentious nonsense, street signs, artificial retro style, a damn paddle, a paddle, a paddle have anything to do with it?" Well, I don’t know, maybe to intimidate those annoying customers?”

"Boom!"

Peter put the wine glass on the table and said to him: "I think you are drunk. You'd better go to the bathroom."

"Bathroom? Why?"

Chandler looked at him with a slightly surprised expression, "I'm not drunk at all."

But he soon found out why Peter had allowed himself to go to the bathroom.

At the entrance of the bar, several truck drivers gathered around a table playing cards.

There was a large foaming jug on the table, and some of the sturdy drivers were playing cards, while others were hanging around the pool table.

On the jukebox near the pitcher, the Iron Butterfly Band was singing at the top of their lungs: "In the Garden of Heaven, Baby."

Accompanied by the music, a man wearing a North Carolina hat and dark pupils walked towards Peter step by step.

When he walked near several truck drivers who were playing billiards, he accidentally touched the body of a driver.

The burly driver was pulling the club back hard and stretching his head to aim at the target ball.

Coincidentally, when the man wearing a North Carolina hat walked past him, he accidentally bumped into his club.

As a result, the cue ball slipped on the tablecloth and pushed the cue ball into the bottom pocket without any bias.

The driver of the "cue ball washing bag" suddenly looked at the man with an angry look on his face, "You bastard, you made me foul!"

The man who was scolded by the truck driver didn't seem to hear him and kept walking forward.

Seeing his "arrogant" actions, the truck driver immediately grabbed his clothes and said, "I'm going to beat this guy to the ground with his teeth."

However, before the truck driver could make a move, the man in the North Carolina hat grabbed him by the neck, like a chicken, and smashed him to the ground.

With a "bang" sound, the driver's back smashed the chair on the ground into pieces.

The sudden violent noise attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

The other drivers who were playing cards and chatting were all stunned.

No one expected that things would develop like this. The strong driver was subdued in one fell swoop.

And because the opponent's speed was too fast, they didn't even see how the man made his move.

"Damn it!"

"Farke! Fuck him!"

After being stunned for a moment, the drivers who huddled together immediately launched an attack on the North Carolina hat man.

This is where the chaos in the bar begins.

The fat driver raised his club and smashed it at the man. There was a "clang" sound, and the fat man's club smashed into two pieces on the man's head.

But the man who was attacked looked up at him with his dark eyes as if nothing was wrong.

With just one glance, the fat driver felt that his soul was about to be sucked away by the man in front of him.

Without saying a word, the man in the North Carolina hat stretched out his hand at lightning speed and grabbed the fat man's throat.

"Crack!" A sound.

The fat driver only felt a pain in his throat, and his neck was instantly broken.

Another truck driver stood up holding his aching forehead, only to be knocked down by the body of his companion who was thrown towards him in the next second.

With a "bang", he fell to the ground again after being knocked unconscious, his shoulders pressed against one end of the table, causing the other end to rise high like a seesaw.

The stunned Officer Chandler felt a flash of cold light and saw a truck driver take out a knife from his waist.

Everything happened so quickly, yet so slowly, that Chandler felt dizzy.

He was already half drunk and half awake at the moment.

The man who swung the knife towards the North Carolina hat not only missed the opponent, but was grabbed by the opponent's throat with a claw.

With the sound of flesh being cut open, the truck driver's throat was ripped open by sharp claws.

Blood suddenly spewed out like a fountain.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire bar at an extremely fast speed.

The other truck drivers who were frightened immediately stopped their attack and took a step back in horror.

The other patrons in the bar, after seeing such a bloody scene, let out a scream and rushed to the exit of the bar.

The truck drivers, who were stunned on the spot, did not care about avenging their accomplices, and followed the crowd to escape out of the bar as fast as possible.

Chandler swallowed and shook his drunken head. With adrenaline surging, he subconsciously wanted to draw a gun to deal with the weirdo in front of him.

But when he put his hand to his waist, his heart suddenly "thumped".

During off-duty hours, he didn’t even carry a gun.

"Farke!"

After cursing secretly, he was hesitating whether to escape from the bar or hide under the table when something unexpected happened. The weirdo walked straight towards him.

In his desperation, he ignored Peter and simply put his head on the bar, pretending to be unconscious.

"Peter Padraic?"

The weirdo walked up to Peter and made a hoarse sound while looking at him.

The other person's voice was thick and hoarse, and it trembled and swayed from low to high, like the tines of a fork passing through a stone slab.

At the same time, a new, pungent smell permeated the air.

"Who are you?"

Peter frowned and looked at this guy of unknown origin.

"Don't you know very well? You are looking for me, looking for a demon, and that is me."

The weirdo looked Peter over, "What a delicious soul, one of a kind, I can't wait to feast on you."

Peter glanced at Chandler who was pretending to be unconscious and asked the weirdo: "Are you the devil in the church mirror?"

"Pretend to be a ghost? Deceive children?"

Hearing a bit of contempt in Peter's words, the devil didn't take it seriously, "This is just a part of the plan, not some deception or pretense. Peter, whether it is you or your sons, your souls are so different." , originally my target was the entire city, but I changed my mind now.”

Peter still sat on the chair without moving, picked up a wine glass, and took a sip of the red wine and black tea prepared by Chandler.

"So you killed everyone in this town, right? Charles Boone, and Ms. Nancy."

The devil looked at him pretending to be surprised, "They signed a contract with me and then paid some price, isn't it right?"

"This is the price of making a wish. They all want to get something, wealth, talent. I gave it to them, and they gave me what I wanted. This is fair, isn't it?"

"I heard that demons are eloquent, so I would rather believe that this is a trap set by you."

Peter asked the other party: "Now, you know my name. As a matter of fairness, I have to know your name. Are you right?"

The devil looked at Peter in surprise, "You are as shameless as a guy I know named Constantine. If you know the devil's name, that devil will suffer. You should know this, so you are pretending to be stupid and trying to deceive." Am I? You are so cunning, Peter! But I choose to forgive you."

"Now."

He took a step closer to Peter and said, "Next, I will feast on your delicious soul first, and then I will feast on the souls of your sons."

Peter sneered after hearing the other party's threat.

"You can come and try."

"Bang!"

Without waiting for the opponent to react, Peter suddenly stood up, moved in front of the opponent at lightning speed, and punched out.

Even if it was just a probing force, the demon would be knocked away in an instant.

The demon slammed into the wall on one side of the bar, and the terrifying force caused cracks to appear in the wall, causing dust and masonry debris to fall down.

"Do you know how I would deal with a devil like you who wants to take advantage of my children?"

Peter came over and looked down at the demon lying on the ground.

"I will grind you into powder. Even if you escape to hell, I will go down and catch you with my own hands."

The demon who fell to the ground after being struck by Peter did not become angry. Instead, he took a breath and stood up slowly.

"I'm really surprised, Peter Padraic. You've exceeded my expectations."

"Yeah?"

Peter grabbed his clothes and threw him out of the glass window.

With a "bang" sound, the opponent's body shattered the glass and hit the open space dozens of meters away.

"Boom"!

Peter jumped out of the bar in an instant and was about to continue attacking the opponent, but he didn't expect the devil's counterattack to hit him at this moment.

With a "bang" punch, the demon moved at lightning speed and hit Peter's chest hard, knocking him away.

The powerful force, coupled with the terrifying speed, soon made Peter realize that the demon in front of him was not an ordinary demon in hell.

After knocking Peter away, the demon immediately rushed into the sky, and his eyes quickly located the figure of Peter who was knocked away.

With an explosion of "bang", the demon instantly flew to the direction where Peter was knocked away. When it was parallel to Peter who was flying upside down, it aimed at his neck and grabbed him with a claw!

As Peter rushed backwards, he adjusted his posture and narrowly missed the opponent's hand.

Then the devil backed down and punched Peter in the chest!

With a "boom", Peter fell heavily to the ground after receiving a blow, splashing a large amount of dust.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he quickly stretched out his palm in front of the opponent who continued to fly over.

The energy of the god's power was condensed in the palm, and it was instantly released on the devil's face.

"boom!"

This blow was like a high-yield artillery shell with a caliber of 155, and it directly blew the demon away.

Not only the demon, but also the surrounding buildings suffered the shock wave caused by the explosion.

The glass shattered, the entire structure shook violently, and a deafening sound spread around along with the shock wave.

The blown demon hit the road directly, instantly making a big hole in the cement floor.

Without waiting for the smoke to disperse, Peter moved to the pit at super speed, and saw a man in the pit with blood on his face and no breath of life.

Obviously, the devil had escaped from the host body.

Hearing the sirens of police cars in the distance, Peter looked at the body in the pit and turned to walk towards the bar.

The only person left in the bar was Chandler, who was still pretending to sleep.

Peter walked to the guy who was still pretending to sleep and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Officer Chandler, I guess you must be asleep now, right?"