"Bang bang!!"

"Alas, it seems that Allen still hasn't heard it in his heart!"

With the violent sound of a door colliding, Director George looked at the closed office door. Thinking of the conversation he had just had with Allen, he couldn't help but feel irritable.

Allen still had the same attitude as before about the things he had done before, and he did not feel that there was anything wrong with him at all.

A person's path is determined by his attitude and thoughts!

Attitude is a mask that covers other people's hearts, while thought is the core that truly determines whether a person can go far in the long run.

Allen hates all chocolate farm tools. In his own mind, none of the chocolate farm tools are good. Even if there are a few good people, he is too lazy to spend time digging for gold in shit.<

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Hell's Kitchen, Hell Detective Agency.

A woman with a graceful figure and a good face came to the door of the office wearing a combat uniform and carrying a bag in her hand. After opening the door, she was choked by a puff of white smoke coming from inside the office.

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"Ahem!!"

"Constantine, you came to him today because you had nothing to ask him for help!"

"Ah!!??"

"The new Jack the Ripper is a really boring prisoner!"

However, what Natasha did you expect is that Constantine agreed to Natasha's request without even listening to the content of the matter.

When I think about a character like Constantine, once I knew the process of that incident, I would definitely do it to avoid trouble.

As the toilet flushed, the bathroom door opened, and a woman with a handsome face and a cigarette came out.

"I've come to ask you for help when I have nothing to do, but you don't want to help them!"

"Crash, crash, crash!!"

Natasha, who fully understood Constantine's dissolute character, tried hard to calm down her emotions, and then let an ugly smile hang on her face.

"If he wants to play some nasty games with you, don't you agree with that?"

"Those victims had only had their zigong removed, and yesterday's report from the New York City Police Department did not show that the latest eight victims were killed instantly in public."<

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That annoying smoker, lsp!!

Before the Jin Bin incident started, Cao Mei Rong Ding, who is now occupied, looked at the beauty behind her with fear, looking at your graceful body with her own eyes.

"I never thought that SHIELD agents would actually break into private houses!"

White Widow Natasha looked at Rong Ding, the Cao girl who was smiling very much. When she thought about disobeying Nick Fury's order to seduce Constantine, she actually got rid of the plan she made but failed.

In the evening.

"Actually, the nature of the case should have been just that of a crazy murderer. However, yesterday SHIELD received the latest report from the New York City Police Department."

Before Natasha heard what Constantine said, she was a little confused. Constantine, who was sitting opposite her, was smoking a cigarette with a slight smile on his face.

When Natasha received the mission, she thought that Constantine might not comply with that request.

When Cao Mei Rong Ding saw the white widow Natasha for the first time, she didn't seem to be surprised at all, and then she started to say something witty to Natasha.

"Oh, was the case he was talking about committed by the man known as the new Jack the Ripper?"

The ashtray is full of finished cigarette butts, and the ash piles up like a hill. The takeaway coffee is placed under the table, stacked up like a big tower.

"The surveillance cameras did not capture any useless information at all. It seems that no one committed the crime against those eight men."

Now when she heard Constantine's words, Natasha's two lumps of flesh, which were already standing tall, seemed to be so angry that they suddenly hurt.

"So few cases have occurred in a short period of time, and they were all committed by one person."

As for the furniture in the office, apart from the necessary desks and cabinets for storing files, there is basically no furniture left in the office for decoration.

That room belongs to the Hell Detective's office, and my room belongs to John Constantine.

Before White Widow Natasha heard Constantine's answer, she froze on the spot, with a confused look on her face.

Black Widow Natasha felt the pungent smell of cigarettes and couldn't help coughing a few times. She glanced forward with a pair of beautiful eyes. The desk in the office was full of empty beer cans and pizza packages. The wrapping paper of burgers was covered with

After taking it apart, they stuffed it all into the trash can.

"What's wrong? That guy who specializes in removing male zigong, isn't there anything right under my body?"

Natasha took out a stack of documents and a stack of photos from the bag she brought, pushed them in front of Constantine, and motioned for me to take a look.

As for Caomei Rongding, who was originally very concerned about me, before I saw these information and photos, the expression on my face quickly became serious.

Although Cao Mei Rongding is too disgusted with Nick Fury's style, for Tony's sake, there are still some things that require "sincere cooperation".

"Huh?!"

Caomei Rongding crossed her legs, smoking her favorite Silka cigarette under her mouth, and answered Natasha's questions very casually.

"Constantine, does he know about the recent killings of men?"

Natasha was not able to adapt to the hell detective's routine at all, and I simply followed common sense.

Before the Kingpin incident occurred, Tony had a bad conversation with Nick Fury and Constantine and reached cooperation on some mysterious events.

"It's boring!"

"The criminal known as the new Jack the Ripper may be a criminal with superpowers, and it is very unlikely that my abilities have anything to do with the occult science you are talking about."

"Does he want to come and play some physical games with you again?"

All the furnishings and situations behind my eyes definitely don’t belong to a bachelor’s room.

"Yes! The New York City Police Department is not troubled by those eleven cases."

The only piece of furniture that looks relatively small is a luxurious sofa. It seems that this sofa is not a place for the owner to sleep.

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"No, it's just a joke with him. Tell me, what happened?"

"Did all those eleven cases happen in that short day?"
Chapter completed!