This is perhaps the worst bar on the street, but it is also the most popular bar.

As for the reason, of course, it is because most of the people who wander around the street are bad people.

They felt that those beautifully decorated taverns were incompatible with them. What they enjoyed was this dirty environment, dim lights, not very good but had enough beer, and jokes about the bad people around them.

【Splashing flames, warming the withered soul】

【Don't ask who the Bansie Banshee wails for】

【Just just for you】

【ah】

This is a song with a pretty good tone, but it looks particularly disgusting when singing it from a middle-aged man who is full of wine and drunk.

"Hi! Shut up your stinky mouth!" A bald man next to him seemed to be angry by the singing, and he shouted at the man.

【Sing for you】

【Waiting for the day of death】

【I drive a wedding car】

The singing continues. If you want to attract the attention of people around you in this environment, the curse is even less effective than a stinky fart.

Of course, it's definitely not as good as the fist.

So the big man over there suddenly stood up, and he walked over to the drunkard who was screaming at the throat, pulling his collar

This alcoholic is not strong and has nothing to do with being handsome. Even the smell of the mixing of cigarettes and alcohol makes him smell worse than the rotten people around him.

Medium figure, wrinkled long windbreaker, unshaven chin, and sleepy eyes, this is a typical failure. If you have to say something else he likes, it is the pretty blonde hair, but with that extremely decadent face, it makes him look more like an addict who just finished having fun.

"I said! Shut up! Your mouth!" The strong man pulled the blonde man out of the chair.

"Okay, unless you ask me to burp~ have another drink." The man said, but his body could not stand straight.

What greeted him was not a wine glass, but a fist as big as a wine glass.

"Bang!" The drunkard was punched in the cheek, and then he had no ability to resist at all and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha" he smiled unpleasantly: "Do you want to fight? Ha, you know, when I was in my mother's uterus, I strangled my brother with an umbilical cord - bang!"

With another kick, the man flew backwards directly against the floor.

"Give it! Me! Shut up! Mouth!"

With these words and roars, there was a burst of disorganization, but the strength was enough to punch and kick. In such places, there were too many people who started to hit with one look and one hiccup, so no one would stop him. After all, everyone knew that as long as one person lay on the ground, the fight would be almost over.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, the drunkard was thrown out of the bar gate with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

I don't know if he was beaten to a concussion or was drunk. In short, he lay on the ground, motionless, hoping that he would not be drowned by his vomit. Of course, even if he drowned, no one would care.

England in 1983 was so rotten here that it was disgusting, but it could not be separated from it. The lights on the huge tall buildings tear through the broken night, and the sirens passed through the rows of streets, and they rushed into the alleys, which felt like the long roar of rotten birds of prey, echoing among the buildings.

John Constantine's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the vomit stuck on it fell down, falling into the mud and water in front of him, without ripples.

He woke up, as usual, in the mixture of vomiting and overnight water accumulation, the stench of the pavement and the biting cold wind at night.

All of this is very similar to his life.

To be honest, Constantine felt a little disgusted with himself in her heart, because as he said in the tavern before, when he was in his mother's uterus, he strangled his brother with an umbilical cord. This was not a joke, but a fact.

Although it was ultimately because of the unformed chaotic consciousness and the damn fetal movement, the result would not change. Before he was born, his hand was stained with blood from his closest relatives.

And at the moment of his birth, he also succeeded in taking away his mother's life.

After that, Constantine, who was desperate to commit the Lone Star of Tinsha, could only grow up in his father's indifference and the despair of losing his family. Fortunately, this tragic childhood did not last long, because soon, his father died at his own hands.

It was a past that was unbearable to look back on, so John was unwilling to think about it. Anyway, under the circumstances of various tragedies, Xiaoconstantine naturally became a gangster. He learned a lot of street tricks, the lower three skills of stealing, and a little bit of magic. At the same time, he also began to indulge in cigarettes. Since he was 15 years old, he had to smoke two packs of cigarettes every day. As long as he was awake, he would always keep smoking. This habit accompanied him throughout his life. I believe that until he died, he turned into a ghost, he might not have been able to change it.

Well, these are all things that Chen Guzi has rotten sesame seeds. Now, Constantine has grown up. He is an adult. His hobbies have also risen from simple smoking to smoking, drinking, gambling, and lingering in the body of the opposite sex. His profession has not become a scamman or a smuggling snake head as previously expected.

Instead, he became a detective.

As for his scope of work, it also includes:

Help your neighbor find the lost pet cat, help your wife next door track his husband who is living a life of food and drink, run to the private room of a high-end hotel to catch the newly grown little girl who never returns home at night, deal with some young men and women who are bent over by demons, bet with the gatekeepers of the ancient forbidden area, rescue the souls of some dead people from hell, deceive the king of the underworld, occasionally save humans from the world, etc.

Of course, his job is not very good. For example, when following men who are living and living, he will always be bribed by the higher price of fire from the other party. For example, after finding those girls who never come home at night, he will most likely come and send them home by himself. In order to save humanity, he will always pay some teammates.

For example, his best friend, Gary Lester, died in front of him three days ago.

John knew that he had no friends anymore
Chapter completed!