American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

"Sorry." You have to admit your mistakes. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Richard never thinks that admitting his mistakes is something unspeakable. What Constantine said is true. No matter what the reason is, he will not There is no reason to be biased against Constantine.

"I said, I don't blame you." Constantine raised his coffee cup as a gesture.

Richard raised the cup and clinked it with Constantine. They were using coffee instead of wine, so they could forget the past.

Richard took a sip of coffee and continued: "But you still haven't told me why you want to help me."

"If you are invaded by Order, then the entire world will be in danger. I am not only helping you, I am also helping myself. I am helping the entire world."

Richard was shocked by Constantine's declaration of saving the world. This exaggerated declaration sounded like nonsense, but combined with what Constantine had said before, it might actually be true.

But Richard still found it hard to believe that this did not involve his prejudice against Constantine, it was just his intuition, his intuition as a police officer. Constantine may not have lied, but he certainly didn't tell the whole story.

But with Constantine's current attitude, even if he asked, Constantine probably wouldn't tell him, and he really needed Constantine's help, so there was no need to worry about it now.

At the very least, Richard believed that Constantine would never mess with the fate of the entire world.

Haha, he still doesn't understand Constantine.

"Okay, just take what you said as true."

"It's true."

"Yes, it's true. Do you need me to do anything?"

"How often do you get a haircut?"

"what"

"Get a haircut, how often do you get a haircut?"

"Once a week or two, what's wrong?"

"From now on, collect all the hair you cut off and give it to me."

"and then"

"Then, wait. I will let you know when the time is right."

Richard wanted to say why, but now it was a one-sided market, and he could only accept Constantine's arrangement. Although he was a party involved, he didn't know the entire plan, which felt uncomfortable. No one wanted to be involved in a plan that was out of his control, but there was nothing he could do about the situation.

Richard didn't plan to stay any longer. Since that was the case, he could only do what he could do, be cautious, and leave the rest to fate.

The two came out of the fast food restaurant. Constantine was holding the full-length mirror that was nearly a person tall, which was very conspicuous.

Constantine lit a cigarette and took a puff. Perhaps because the air outside was colder, Constantine coughed a few times.

"are you OK"

"It's okay, I have a little cold."

"What are you going to do with it?" Richard asked, looking at the wrapped mirror.

"Just find a place where no one is and release it. Gaia's consciousness will destroy it on its own, without me doing anything."

Then Constantine continued, minding his own business: "Actually, it is also a poor guy. It just wants to escape from hell."

Constantine's expression was a little depressed.

"Then I wish you good luck. I'm going back first. If you have any questions, I'll call you."

Richard stopped a taxi.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Constantine coughed a few more times. He tightened his clothes slightly, stood on the street, and looked quietly at the direction Richard left, as if thinking about something.

It's the annual Thanksgiving Day again, and the New York Police Department has entered a state of emergency. All police officers are not allowed to take leave. All New York police forces are dispatched, not only to escort the Thanksgiving Day Parade, but also to deal with the subsequent shopping frenzy.

After a busy day, Richard and Angela went back to their respective homes to recharge themselves for tomorrow's Black Friday.

At night, Angela, who was already asleep, had a dream. In the dream, she turned into her sister Isabel. She ran to the roof of Ravenskan Mental Hospital and stood on the roof.