Djinn starting from Marvel

New Mexico is a state that is roughly similar to Texas. The vast land and sparse population make most places here not considered prosperous, but rather feel like they are behind the times.

"Well, the weather is really nice today." Constantine walked leisurely on the street, his mouth and nose filled with earthy and fragrant air. Of course, the premise is that he must automatically eliminate the smell of feces.

Initially, Mephisto wanted to throw Constantine to New York. After all, it seemed to be the center of the stage. Naturally, Constantine was unwilling. Fishing was the real dream of a working man.

So, after some bargaining, Constantine was sent to New Mexico.

The moment he landed in the morning, Constantine knew that he might have been cheated due to information asymmetry.

I guess Mephisto is sniggering in hell now. He spent his whole day hunting hawks and got pecked in the eyes by sparrows. He is still so happy to come to the human world that he has relaxed his vigilance.

However, no matter what, being alive is much better than dying in hell.

In addition, there is no need to explore. Just standing in the town, Constantine can feel that there is something exuding powerful magical power in the suburbs. With that kind of energy level, it may be another artifact.

"Eh...it's really troublesome." Constantine patted his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, which was already empty.

Without hesitation, Constantine turned around and walked to the shop to buy a pack of cigarettes first. Without tobacco, Constantine's little body would not be able to survive safely in this world.

With the tobacco in hand, Constantine leaned against the wall and lit one. The pungent smoke drifted in front of his eyes. Although this thing was not as powerful as a cigar, it still got by.

"Hey, boss smoker, morning." People passing by greeted Constantine.

"Morning~" Constantine raised his hand to signal.

Although Mephisto tricked him in the last step, he was very honest in terms of his identity.

Constantine inherited the identity of a hotel owner who died of excessive smoking. This owner owned the largest hotel in this town and had a considerable savings, about several million dollars.

Of course, this money is not very clean, it comes from a crime, otherwise the boss would not be able to live peacefully in this small town.

"Hey, Mr. Constantine, did you know? Something great fell outside." A young boy approached Constantine and said mysteriously.

"Oh? What?" Constantine blew out a smoke ring. Of course he knew, but it would be best if he could ignore this thing.

The young man moved his fingers, looked at the pack of cigarettes, and raised his eyebrows at Constantine.

"There's no added ingredients here," Constantine replied.

"Of course I know, hurry up, I don't want my mother to see it." The young man curled his lips and looked around.

Constantine wanted to laugh for no reason, the world was more interesting than hell, so he slapped the newly opened pack of cigarettes into the boy's hand.

"Wow, you are so generous. I promise, this news is worth every penny!" The young man took a lighter and prepared to use one.

The shop owner smiled and took out another pack of cigarettes from the counter and handed it to Constantine. The name of the original smoker spread throughout the town, claiming that he could not stop eating but could not stop smoking.

"You were deceived by him. That's not much news. It's just a hammer. It may have fallen from a plane." The boss said.

"No! It's not just that. The hammer is so heavy that even Uncle Smith can't pull it." The young man retorted dissatisfied.

Hammer... Constantine squinted his eyes slightly and felt the smell of runes. It couldn't be what I thought.

"If you can't pull it, it's still just a hammer. Besides, it's a no-man's land, and you can't ask the airline for compensation. Pay attention to what it does." The boss continued.

The young man was told that he didn't know how to reply, so he could only look at the boss angrily.

"Hey, your mother is here." Constantine touched the boy and said.

When the young man looked back, he was so frightened that he threw away the cigarette from his mouth and ran away.

Constantine looked at the chase scene, shook his head, took two more packages from the boss, turned around and left.

Runes, Hammer, Asgard, Odin…

There are more and more roles on this stage, but I don’t know whether you are the protagonist or the supporting role.

Constantine lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards his hotel. If Mephisto hadn't been watching from behind, Constantine would have turned around in his pickup truck and gone on a trip to avoid the big event that was about to happen.

But if it is unavoidable now, we have to make some preparations.

When he arrived at the hotel, Constantine was surprised to find that there were quite a few people at his door. A bunch of guys in black clothes were carrying things into the hotel.

"Hey, who are you?" Constantine knocked on the door and asked the guy inside.

"I am Agent Coulson of SHIELD, Mr. Constantine." Coulson showed his ID.

"I don't know any SHIELD agents. I only know that this is my hotel and my territory." Constantine emphasized.

"I didn't plan to demolish your hotel, we just planned to take away some things that shouldn't be placed here." Colson spread his hands and said.

Hey, there are people like this everywhere.

Constantine sighed, blew out the cigarette from his mouth, took out a short-barreled shotgun from under his windbreaker, and put it directly on Colson's head.

"I said, stop! Got it?!" Constantine repeated.

Coulson raised his hands, and the surrounding agents pulled out guns and pointed them at Constantine.

"Trust me, I mean no harm," Coulson explained.

"Yeah, there's no harm, so what do you want to do with my suitcase?" Constantine tilted his head and looked at the guy holding the suitcase behind him. Inside was a little "business trip allowance" given by Mephisto. ".

Constantine just went out for a breath of fresh air and bought a pack of cigarettes, and the subsidy was almost taken away, which is not bad!

"Sorry, this is an order..." Coulson wanted to say something else.

Constantine became more and more impatient and put his finger on the trigger. "Either put my things down, or try if I dare to shoot?"

Coulson and Constantine looked at each other for two seconds, then waved to the agent behind him, "Put down Mr. Constantine's personal belongings. Just take Ms. Foster-Jane's belongings."

Coulson had no intention of taking Constantine's things this time. After all, the owner of a hotel had nothing to do with this matter. He just took them all because he was too lazy to distinguish them.

"You know what's going on." Constantine put away his gun. He usually doesn't cause trouble, but it's hard to say if others do.

Of course, Constantine didn't intend to make the matter a big deal, after all, this identity was still a bit dirty.

"Mr. Constantine, your gun seems a little different." Coulson asked.

"It just changed the appearance a little. It has been reported to the firearms association. Are you going to use this to cause trouble for me?" Constantine asked.

"Of course not. In fact, we can be friends, which will be good for you." Colson continued.

"It seems you know a lot."

"of course."

Constantine lit a cigarette, "Like a hammer in the suburbs?"

"What do you know?" Colson looked at Constantine. He felt that this innkeeper might be a little unusual.

"Don't treat everyone as a fool." Constantine said very calmly, "That's the unexpected thing that happened to us. Apart from it, I don't know what else can attract you, Agent Zhong. .”

"Okay, if you know anything else, you can call me and we can provide some special rewards." Colson handed over a business card.

Constantine put the business card into his pocket, with Mephisto watching behind him. He would inevitably have to deal with SHIELD in the future, so it would be more convenient to have a contact method.