American Comics: I Check In Every Day And Become The Black Hand Behind The Scenes

"My reward is one thousand, are you sure you only need a little more than me?"

Constantine looked at Lin Feng provocatively: "1001 dollars, what do you think?"

"no problem."

Lin Feng knew about Constantine, this scumbag must have done nothing wrong, but he also knew about another thing.

Things that involve Constantine, even if they are just a small thing, often end up expanding to unimaginable situations.

This is of great help to Lin Feng's system rewards after completing the entrustment.

Therefore, he doesn't care about the purpose of Constantine's scam, as long as Lance signs the entrustment contract and he receives the system task, that's it.

"Lance, write."

Constantine naturally knew that Lin Feng had seen through her purpose, but he used a conspiracy, so he didn't care.

He unlocked the magic on Lance, and when Lance was at a loss and didn't know what to do, he wrote the remuneration and his name on the commission contract like a puppet.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the commission: [Save Tracy]."

Lin Feng looked at the system interface in front of him, and listened to the system broadcast in his ears, with a smile on his face.

"We're going to Los Angeles on Engstrom Street, what's the number 1...?"

Constantine immediately reported an address, but at the last moment, he forgot the house number and looked at Lance involuntarily.

"1247."

Lance knew that Constantine was unreliable, so he added the address.

"Okay, when you leave, call me."

Lin Feng pointed to the waiting Rolls-Royce Phantom: "I'll deal with other things first."

"Okay, let's contact the hotel first. This time we will not be staying in Los Angeles for a short time."

Constantine had a special feeling in his heart, and he felt it from the moment he got off the plane, which is why he insisted on pulling Lin Feng together.

Now that Lin Feng has joined, he will naturally not risk his life, and is ready to wait for his thighs to work together.

Afterwards, Lin Feng got into the Rolls-Royce, while Constantine and Lance rented a car near the airport and drove towards the hotel they had booked.

However, neither Lin Feng nor Constantine noticed that above Los Angeles, the clouds vaguely formed a face, looking at the direction they were leaving.

...

The Los Angeles office of the Death God Association is a very popular bar.

When Lin Feng got off the car, he saw the bar that was already full in the morning, and turned to look at Matsumoto Ranju.

"It was an accident..."

Matsumoto Ranju looked a little embarrassed. Obviously, it was her idea to put the office in the bar.

"never mind……"

Lin Feng sighed, not planning to deal with this matter.

After all, although he is called the creator by these people, only he knows the real situation.

However, he was very happy to meet the characters he liked more in the previous life.

After entering the bar, the atmosphere inside was beyond Lin Feng's expectation.

There were no singing and dancing that I thought, but many people were drinking milk and eating bread, as if they were on vacation.

Nothing like a bar at all.

"This bar is clear..."

Matsumoto Rangiku said weakly: "After all, I am also afraid that the location of the association will be exposed if it is too noisy."

"Fine……"

Lin Feng didn't bother to talk, and under the leadership of Matsumoto Ranju, he walked into the most prestigious private room No. 1 in the bar, and entered the real Death God Association through the secret door of the private room.

This place is like a company. There are quite a few workstations divided into a not-so-small room. Most of the people are doing knives at the workstations, while a small number of people are browsing the official website of the Computer Association to look up information.

Only a small number of people were in a hurry, and it seemed that they had received the task.

"It looks okay."

Lin Feng gave a pertinent evaluation of the atmosphere here, and then under the leadership of Matsumoto Ranju, he met the person in charge——Sebastian Xiao.

"Welcome the president."

Sebastian Xiao bowed down very respectfully: "I'm Sebastian Xiao, the high level officer of the Death God Association in Los Angeles. It's an honor to meet you."

"Sebastian Shaw..."

Hearing the name, Lin Feng felt familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Is that Sebastian Xiao from Hellfire Club?"

"Yes, my lord."

Sebastian Xiao didn't expect Lin Feng to know his identity before he joined the Death God Association. His tone was more respectful, without the arrogance of the Hellfire Club Black Emperor: "It's an honor that you know my name."

"Hellfire Club... disbanded?"

Lin Feng was a little surprised: "Also, how did you join the Death God Association?"

"This is an accident..."

Sebastian Xiao said respectfully: "After I was killed by Magneto, my soul wandered around the world in a daze. I don't know why there is no messenger from the underworld to pick me up."

"Later, I met Lord Aizen. He took a fancy to my ability, and with the power of the collapsed jade, he reshaped my body and endowed me with the characteristics of Death God and Xu."

"After the resurrection, I joined the Goutei 13th Division on the recommendation of Master Aizen. After the establishment of the Death God Association, I was given the status of a Death God agent because I used to be a person of this world. , and then joined the Death God Association and became a high level officer."

Sebastian Xiao explained the reason why he became the Death God agent of the Death God Association in a few simple sentences.

"I see."

Thoughtful, Lin Feng said softly, "Raise your head, there aren't so many twists and turns in the Death God Association."

"yes."

Sebastian Xiao raised his head, and then greeted Matsumoto Rangiku: "Director Matsumoto, good morning."

"Um."

Matsumoto Ranju nodded to Sebastian Xiao, and then led Lin Feng into the file room.

"This is where the three Death God agents disappeared."

Matsumoto Ranju took out a paper document from the deepest part of the archive room, unfolded it, and put it in Lin Feng's hands: "The location...Enstrom Street?"

"I always feel that this place is a bit familiar..."

Hearing the name, Lin Feng exchanged glances with Matsumoto Ranju, both of whom felt that this place was somewhat familiar.

Forget about Matsumoto Ranju, she is the director of this place after all, so it's normal to be a little familiar with this place.

But Lin Feng, who has never been to Los Angeles, is not normal to be familiar with this place.

"Where did you hear that?"

Lin Feng pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that when he met Constantine just now, the other party seemed to have mentioned a location.

"Matsumoto..."

Lin Feng looked at Matsumoto Ranju: "When I got off the plane in the morning, where was the address that bastard said?"

"It seems to be this place."

Matsumoto Ranju also remembered, and looked at Lin Feng, and both realized that something was wrong.