[Comprehensive British and American] Reversal of the future

Facts have proved that although a large part of the progress of the earth in this world is similar to the original world, it does not mean that the location of the bar he knows is still in place.

Driving the classic car kindly provided by Xavier's family, watching the bar he used to drink with friends in his memory turned into a closed bookstore, Constantine had a moment of embarrassment on his face, but it was quickly replaced by confidence .

Constantine also tried to explain to Beria: "It is now 1946, and the layout of the streets is different from what I am familiar with. However, there are many bars in New York, this one is gone, and there are others."

The corners of Beria's lips curled up inconceivably, and then he said slowly: "Go straight, turn left at the third intersection."

Constantine: "...OK."

At that time, night fell, the lights came on, and the night in New York began to be lively.

Beria and Constantine walked into the bar, the deafening music, the men and women writhing crazily on the dance floor, all these familiar scenes made Constantine let out a long breath, and the intimacy moved him.

Beria frowned slightly.

This kind of environment is simply a place where crimes breed and proliferate.

Even fallen angels, their lives in hell cannot be confused with demons.

It's ridiculous to say that even though they have fallen, they still look down on the group of demons who are crazily pursuing their own desires, let alone choose to live like them.

If I have to say what is different from living in heaven...

Beria was in a daze, probably because many of his fallen angels had partners.

However, Beria heard that there seems to be love in heaven too.

God has never hated darkness, but had to stir up a conflict between light and dark for the continuation of the world, so as to establish the position that there is no goddess of darkness in charge of hell.

Before offending Beria, Constantine's life was quite exciting. After beating the devil, of course he had to go to the bar to relax.Coupled with that handsome face, which is rare among human beings, and eloquent eloquence, the title of the little prince of Constantine's nightclub is definitely not in vain.

It's a pity that I met Beria.

Constantine looked at the bustling scene in the bar with nostalgia. Even compared with later generations, this bar is really simple, and the music played is not the type that Constantin appreciates, but it does not hinder his very excited mood.

However, what Konstantin didn't expect was that there would be beauties accosting him every stop here, and if he sat in the bar for an hour, he would receive at least five or six small notes, and five or six girls would walk past him It was as if he hadn't seen him.

Constantine was stunned. He touched his face. Could it be that he is old and unattractive?

No, he is obviously very young!Especially after his soul was ripped out of his body by Beria, his time had been frozen.After five years, he didn't even grow a stubble, so he was obviously still handsome.

and many more!

Constantine turned his head silently. He looked at Beria. With Beria's appearance, no girls came here to strike up a conversation. Don't those girls be blind?

Immediately, the corner of Constantine's mouth twitched, knowing it in his heart.

Beria clearly used illusion to confuse the eyes of the people around him.

What's the point of him coming to the bar if there's no pretty girl to talk to? !

Somewhat impatiently pursed his lips, Beria really didn't like this environment.However, considering that Constantine is at least one of the flowers and plants he decided to plant in his back garden, he can be regarded as his human being, it is not impossible to give him a little more protection and love.

So, Beria looked at Constantine and said, "Aren't you drinking, why don't you leave?"

Constantine: "..."

Say it's a bar, say you're here for a drink, does this king of hell really think he's here for a drink?

Constantine felt powerless for a while.

At this moment, most of the joy in his heart had faded away. He twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded weakly: "Yes, drink."

One person and one fallen angel were sitting by the bar, Beria reached out and slammed the bar, the bartender who was teasing a girl turned around immediately, ignored the girl's question of surprise and dissatisfaction, rolled up his sleeves and began to mix drinks.

Beria, who had no idea about human drinks, directly ordered the bartender to mix the two most popular glasses.

However, two glasses of dry martini dotted with olives were placed in front of Beria and Constantine.

Beria looked at the transparent and colorless fermented rice in front of him, raised his glass and took a sip, then commented: "It's too weak." Looking at Constantine, "You only drink this kind of wine?"

Constantine: "..."

There is simply no way to answer that.

Seeing Constantine bowing his head silently, Beria thought it was right.He shook his head involuntarily, raised his hand to flick Constantine's dry martini, and said, "This should be all right."

Constantine was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the glass of dry martini in front of him, which seemed to have not changed at all. Thinking of the two times he was cheated by Beria, he asked very cautiously: "What did you do? ?”

Beria raised his hand and flicked his glass of dry martini, then drank the wine and said, "Naturally, I want to save the bad taste."

It's a pity that the brewing materials of this wine are somewhat low-grade, so even if Beria's power is fully exerted, it cannot be mentioned as a high-quality wine.

Constantine hesitated for a moment. Anyway, he is already in the state of a soul, so... he shouldn't get drunk, right?

Thinking of this, Constantine raised his glass and took a sip.

And then... Konstantin didn't know what to do next.

It was as if the whole world had exploded with fireworks, and his eyes were full of snowflakes.His tongue became numb from that bite, his body swayed, and he fell headfirst towards the bar.

It was Beria who reached out and grabbed Constance's collar, which prevented him from contributing the remaining wine to his face.

"The quality of this soul is too poor." Beria was a little dissatisfied, so he purified the glass of wine a little bit. How could he be so drunk?

Just go to this kind of place where fish and dragons are mixed together to drink?

Beria tsk tsk in his heart, he was lucky that he didn't ruin the essence of his soul before meeting him.

Beria pulled the person towards him, he wanted to pat Constantine on the forehead to get rid of the drunkenness in his soul.

However, when Beria's gaze touched that blushing face, seeing his half-closed black eyes and slightly parted lips, Beria's heart jumped again.

His subconscious mind loosened.

Without Beria's strength, Constantine was slapped on the bar like a puddle of mud.

Fortunately, he didn't knock over the unfinished glass of wine, and the people around him simply ignored them because of Beria's strength.

Beria pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that it was not a good idea for him to enclose this human being in his territory.

Because his core protests with him from time to time.

Still... Let's observe and observe again.

Thinking like this, Beria stretched out his finger and tapped Constantine's forehead.

Constantine shuddered and sobered up.

He wiped his face and looked at Beria speechlessly.

Beria stood up and said, "Let's go."

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched, and he stood up.

Sure enough, the things given by Beria must not be moved casually.

Too dangerous.

When he walked out of the bar, Konstantin was blown by the cool night wind, and suddenly remembered the reason why he took such painstaking efforts to drag a certain fallen angel to the bar.

He dragged Beria here not to drink!

He obviously, he obviously wanted Beria to experience the beauty of life in the world, not to be so withdrawn, not to be a sad little virgin until the world is destroyed.It is true that using strength can make the body experience a momentary pleasure, but what is the difference between living with a five-fingered girl!

The one with the most... the most power seems to be more comfortable?

Constantine stood still, can he enter the bar again without illusion?Can the enthusiasm of human girls melt the indifference of a certain king of hell?Can you give him, an ordinary man, a way out?Can you...

"John Constantine."

"……coming."

What can he do if he can't beat Beria?

He is also desperate.

Just as the two of them walked up to the classic car and were about to drive back to Westminster, there was a slight groaning sound from the alley not far away.

The man who drove the door of Constantine paused subconsciously.

Behind the garbage piled deep in the alley, a murder is in progress.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was strangled by a man with a mask on his head, various guns and weapons on his body, and his left arm was made of metal.The man acted well and did not choke his breath to kill him immediately, while his feeble struggle and intermittent cries for help obviously pleased the other man.

Behind the man with the metal left arm, a man dressed similarly to him sneered and said, "Stop struggling, just hand over the things."

The middle-aged man stared at the man with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "D-dream!"

"Hmph." The man ordered, "Winter Soldier, start from the wrist, crush his bones bit by bit."

The man with the metal arm stretched out his hand and pinched the right hand of the middle-aged man, and with a snap, the bone in his wrist was broken.

The man suddenly let out a scream.

However, the man known as the Winter Soldier didn't even seem to be breathing randomly. His palm moved up and snapped his elbow joint.Immediately continuing upwards, his metal palm pinched the man's humerus.

"Stop." The man who held the right to use the Winter Soldier said.

The Winter Soldier stopped immediately.

But at this time, the middle-aged man was already covered in cold sweat from the pain. He opened his mouth and could barely speak a word.

"How about it, idiot? If you don't want all your bones broken by the Winter Soldier, you'd better be honest..."

Before the man finished speaking, someone patted him on the shoulder suddenly.

The man subconsciously turned his head, only to see a man in a black windbreaker smiling at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then shocked.

He and the Winter Soldier were approached silently by others? !

Just as he was about to tell the Winter Soldier to deal with this man, Constantine raised his hand and punched the man in the face.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the man even lost two of his teeth.

"Oops." Constantine glanced at the ivory white knuckle ring on his hand quite pleasantly. Is it very useful? It is not inferior to the gold knuckle ring that Biman made for him at the beginning. I hope there is a hybrid demon in front of him to give him a punch to try the effect.

But, it's okay to beat this scum!

The author has something to say: #818Spicy King of Hell Who Doesn’t Take an Unusual Way in Bars#

Beria: Isn't it a bar? I drank.

Constantine: I want to be quiet_(:з」∠)_