Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon

Chapter 13 John Constantine
"Yes, we should find Tony Stark!"

"Didn't Loki say we were friends with him? He will definitely find a way!"

"Find Tony, I don't want to be killed by the Wraith!!"

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It would be fine if it was an ordinary homicide, but no matter how you look at it, this case reveals a bit of weirdness.

Curses and wraiths are mentioned repeatedly, and everyone is afraid that they will be the next victim!
They don't have the self-confidence that they can use the police and bodyguards to fight against the wraiths and ensure their personal safety.

And what about our Tony?
He received countless calls from other wealthy people early in the morning. When he realized the seriousness of the incident, he also expressed helplessly that he had no choice.

What he said was obviously the truth, but some red-eyed people didn't want to believe what he said, and left threats on the phone one by one.

Reflected at the stock market level, the stock price of Stark Industries began to fall continuously, and stockholders mourned.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not idle.

Black Widow Natasha Romanoff successfully joined Stark Industries and became the assistant of Pepper Pepper with her excellent ability.

"Well, I saw Stark just now, his complexion is a bit ugly, he seems to be in trouble"

Taking advantage of the time to go to the toilet, Natasha took out her mobile phone and reported to Nick Fury about her meeting with Tony just now.

"Okay, okay, I understand that I will continue to insist."

Hang up the phone, put the phone back into the pocket naturally, push the glasses, and Natasha, dressed as a professional beauty, stepped on high heels, twisted and left.

laboratory.

Tony Stark summons Jarvis.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Jarvis, call out all the monitoring in the Stark Industrial Building that day.

I need to know who was there that day! "

Tony issued an order, and Jarvis quickly called up the surveillance images, and projected them densely into the void in front of Tony's eyes.

"Remove useless information and call out suspicious characters."

As a result, the screens began to decrease rapidly, and under the powerful computing power of artificial intelligence, the screens were successfully reduced to 27.

"This is not, and this is not."

Swiping his hands quickly to turn off the screens one by one, Tony rolled his eyes and made a quick judgment.

The hard work paid off, and on the 13th picture, he finally found the clue he wanted.

"Is that... Assistant Pepper's office?"

A hand suddenly stretched out from the air, and plugged a usb into the computer mainframe in the office.

The owner of that hand seemed to have discovered the location of the camera, and after making a gesture in the direction of the camera, he shrank back and disappeared.

Although the time is short, the picture is not very clear.

According to the Rocky images left in the Four Seasons Hotel incident before, and compared through computer calculations, the probability of the two being identical reaches an astonishing 99.73%.

"Loki!"

Tony's face darkened.

[Mood value from Tony Stark +373]

He was wondering why Jarvis, who was also an artificial intelligence, would be broken through so easily.

Unexpectedly, the enemy touched the inside, bypassing the system and uploading directly.

But knowing the other party's tactics did not improve the current situation.

He hesitated again and again, finally made up his mind, and ordered to Jarvis.

"Call out the video that Rocky uploaded that day, and I will study it again."

"Yes, sir."

zizi~
The lights in the laboratory flickered imperceptibly.

At a certain moment, there seemed to be an old woman standing there dead silent.
"Colson, I need you to go to the NYPD and bring someone out."

"Yes, Chief Fury."

After hanging up the phone in his hand, Nick Fury narrowed his eyes and refocused his gaze on the picture in front of him.

On the outer wall of a certain mansion, a man in a brown windbreaker spat out as if being spat out by space.
Click.

NYPD, interrogation room.

Holding the lighter, police officer Tom lit a cigarette for the other party, then patted the table impatiently and urged.

"Okay boy, I'll light a cigarette for you too.

Tell me now, why did you appear near Noel Manor? "

Taking a puff of cigarette beautifully, exhaling the smoke slowly from his nostrils, the man in a brown cloak showed a satisfied smile.

"If I told you that I smelled the breath of wraiths from that manor as soon as I appeared in this world, would you believe me, officer?"

"Wraith?"

"Yes, the atmosphere there is very strong. As a famous hell detective, I have to."

boom! !

After hammering the table vigorously, police officer Tom stood up abruptly, pulled the man's collar viciously with a sense of oppression and growled.

"Fuck kid, listen to me, my patience has a limit!

If you want to keep wasting time with me, discussing your fairy tales, trust me, it will make you look good! "

Xie Te, he is really fed up with this bastard who is talking about running trains in front of him!
"Listen, stop playing tricks on me and answer my questions honestly!"

But the man on the opposite side acted nonchalantly, and even took another drag on his cigarette.

"So, officer.

If you don't believe the truth, do you have to ask me to make up a lie to tell you? "

Staring into the man's eyes, Tom didn't find any fear in those eyes.

This guy...is an old fritter.

Should have dealt with the police quite a bit.
He let go of his hand, cursing inwardly.

Now the higher-ups are pressing hard, and he finally found a clue here, and he doesn't want to give up this opportunity no matter what.

But looking at the other party's reckless ruffian, he knew that the possibility of him opening the other party's mouth in a short time according to the formal procedure was infinitely close to zero.

Thinking of his wife's complaints for so many years, Tom was unwilling to waste any more time. He was dazzled by the desire for meritorious deeds, and he took out his baton with red eyes, and prepared to act forcefully.

But the man was just smoking a cigarette, looking at him indifferently, as if looking at a poor clown.

"asshole!!"

Furious, Tom rushed over, raised his baton and threw it at that annoying face.

boom!
The door of the interrogation room was slammed open.

A police officer walked in with a group of people on foot.

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The anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, Tom held up his baton, and stopped awkwardly in mid-air \(;￢_￢).

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, an agent from the FBI. Here's my ID."

Among the group of people who came in, an older man with thinning hair came out first.

He pointed to the smoking man sitting across the table, and said seriously to Police Officer Tom.

"According to the executive order, this man named John Constantine is now under full authority of our FBI!"

　Sure enough, I picked and choosed so many works, and finally I chose you, Zha Kang (●｀●)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)