Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 202 The Right Choice
The caller was sent to hell a long time ago... no, he was ascended from hell a long time ago... no, he was forcibly taken away by the boss in hell, left the parents he loved, and left his dream People in the middle land: street swindlers, tavern fraudsters, villains in hell, who wake up in different women's beds every day, who are not friends, who will not cheat, who are not good people, who will not harm... Constantine.

Since that time when Lynn and Clark were forced to part in hell, Lynn has never heard from him again.

To be reasonable, Lynn thought about going to him, but busy~
Every day I am busy sleeping, and I am busy in a daze. From time to time, I have to go to the prison for a walk to support my life. There is really no time for this.

Lynn thinks that, when he finds Constantine's cemetery in the future, he will offer him flowers, offer some pork head meat, and find a suona team to play, that's all.

Unexpectedly, it... no, him.He didn't die.

"Why, that boss in hell, didn't he sell you as a camellia in Romance?
You see, how can you scold people.If you say it again, I will curse you.

um, I?Of course I didn't die, otherwise you would be calling a ghost now! "

Lighting a cigarette for himself, Lin En fought wits and bravery with Zha Lang, squabbling wildly, all kinds of taunts and sarcasms, and after a long time of yin and yang, he finally got to the point.

"Stop talking nonsense, what's the matter with you.

ah?here we go again? "

Lynn heard a piece of news that couldn't be said to be good or bad.

That guy Sangongmo seems to be coming again.

"Hey! This one has hair!"

After talking to Constantine for a few more words, Lynn hung up the phone, sat on the ground, and began to think.

Sangong is coming, and it is very likely that the one who will come is stronger than the last one, so...

"This has something to do with my half a dime?"

Come, come, destroy where you want to go.There are so many superheroes on this earth, am I still afraid that he will trouble me?

"Hiss... don't tell me, the last talent recruitment plan, Sangong seems to have been trying to pull me to start a business with him..."

not good~
This guy Sangong, as the boss of a company, let the company next door steal his performance every day, and he was beaten severely from time to time. To put it nicely, it is called repeated defeats.

If it sounds bad, isn't that shameless?

Follow such a leader, there is no future.

"This mess of things has been squeezed into a pile of two. It just happens to be done together."

Lynn has never been the kind of person who will do what he says, but at this time, he has shown his super ability to act.

He got up and took out the bicycle from the space bag, just as he was about to step on it, he suddenly thought of something.

"Ah."

However, Lynn did not give up on the old buddy who had been with him for so long.

He still stepped onto the bicycle, grabbed the handlebar, and patted the crossbar without the brake line: "Old man~ let's go!"

Ability activated!

Lynn clipped the bicycle and flew into the sky!

"Hee-hop!!"

........................

Small town, tavern.

If the pickup trucks outside the door were replaced with horses, this place would be a real-life version of Red Dead Redemption.

Old, dark, full of various atmospheres that are incompatible with modernization.

Constantine is here.

He's been here all day.

Ever since he was taken away from hell last time, and he was forcibly invited to do a favor and fetch something, Constantine had already returned to the human world more than a month ago.

Doing things for the big boss is not like in the human world, where you pay attention to affection and communication.The bosses are all the same, indifferent, mean, and indifferent to all beings.

Where it is useful to get you, I will force you to do things for him.

When it is no longer needed, save face and give some insignificant benefits, meaning.Those who don't care about these will turn around and leave without even saying thank you.

Constantine is too familiar with these so-called big shots.

"Oh, what kind of bastards are they?"

After drinking all the wine, Constantine curled his lips. The taste of the wine was not very good. Maybe the leftovers from the last guest were poured into the bottle again.

Out of pocket...no money.

Where did the money come from Constantine?

Blinking his eyes, Constantine put his hand into the pocket of the alcoholic next to him with skillful techniques, and successfully took out a few 20's.

He slapped it on the table: "I bought the wine for the guy next to me. Goodbye, friend."

After punching the overjoyed man and paying respects to each other, Constantine walked out of the tavern staggeringly.

This kind of small place in the countryside is like this. Constantine has traveled all over the country, and he is used to today's set of procedures.

"But his wine situation is really special."

After hiccupping, Constantine felt that he drank a little too much today.

Walking out of the town along the uneven but wide road, Constantine turned up the collar of his windbreaker to avoid the wind and sand, while trying hard to light a cigarette for himself.

"Hiss...fur...cough!"

It is inevitable to be choked by the smoke when smoking, but it is very uncomfortable to eat a mouthful of sand.

"Why hasn't the bastard Lynn come yet?"

Lin En will definitely come to him, this Constantine is extremely sure.

What he can think of, Lynn must also think of. If that guy from Sangong comes again this time, he will definitely not let Lynn go.

It is very likely that he will not cause any destruction at all, nor will he be entangled in ruling or not ruling, assimilating and dissimilating.

But the Sangongmo must really want to take Lynn away.

Uh... live or die.

"Who is this bastard..."

He took out his phone and pressed the number.

Birds flying high you know how I feel~
Sun in the sky you know how I feel~
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel~
It's a new dawn, It's a new day
It's a new life~
For me.

Melodious, erratic singing sounded from the sky.

Like a vague raving in deep sleep, like an unspeakable unknown call.

Constantine's wine was half awake at that time, and then his fingers moved slightly, and his eyes gleamed brightly.

Then, the dust and mist in front of him could no longer stop his sight. His eyes saw through these things that blocked the light, and saw the unknown fear in the yellow sand and smoke...

"Wang Defa..."

That was Lynn riding a bicycle in the sky, holding his mobile phone, chic, intoxicated, and gorgeous, accompanied by the sky full of dust, stretching his arms and kicking his legs...

Gorgeous ass!This is too weird!
And he's wearing a gas mask! !

"Lynn!? What the hell are you doing!"

"Oh?"

Lynn in the sky stopped his... not so good performance art.

"crooked?"

"Why are you answering the phone at this time! Come down!"

Lin En was kind, riding a bicycle, riding down from the sky...

This means that the san value will be lost.

"you……"

"Why did you call?"

Before Constantine could speak, Lynn spoke first.

"Are you still reasonable? When did you come?"

"Hmm... the second time the barkeeper refills your glass."

"You actually... what did he add?"

"Hey, hey! That's called authentic! You listen to me and you..."

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to hear it."

Seeing Lynn's excitement, Constantine knew that something was wrong. He admitted that the anesthetic was added, but he just didn't want to hear Lynn say it.

"You came so early, why didn't you come down."

"You don't call."

"Do you have to give me a call?"

"correct."

Lynn gave the phone: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hear my newly recorded ringtone.

and……"

Wearing a gas mask to resist the wind and sand, Lin En, who has been flying for a long time in the dusty weather, now seems to be falling sand from his body when he smiles.

"...Besides, if that's the case, wouldn't it be cool to appear on stage?

Hey, did you see that? "

"what?"

"I can fly!"

Constantine didn't come back to his senses a little bit, and it took him two times in his mind to realize what Lynn wanted to say.

"So? You didn't know it before?!"

"Nope."

Constantine turned his attention to Lynn's bicycle.

"Is this the new magic item you got?"

"Ah? Why do you have such a strange idea?"

"Then why did you insist on flying on a bicycle just now?"

"I've said it before, in order to be more stylish and unique when appearing on stage."

Constantine: "..."

It’s over.

Lynn's illness seemed to be getting worse.

"call……"

He let out a sigh of relief, a little regretful, why didn't he die in hell.

After thinking about it, he didn't dare to ask.

In case Lynn is provoked again, the Lynn in front of him is probably the relatively normal Lynn, if it really makes him fall ill...

"cough!"

Coughing feignedly, Konstantin put his hands in his pockets, walked in a certain direction, and said, "I believe you should have seen the situation around here when you came.

As a super lord who rules the dimensional space, Sangong's appearance is a power that will plunder and kill life in various forms.

The yellow sand, withered trees, and dry streams you see are all because of this.

This time, the arrival of Sangong is definitely not comparable to the Sangong we saw last time. Lynn, I... Lynn?
Lynn!Stop making trouble! "

Maybe it was because he was too serious in what he said, and he was too focused. When did Lynn fly into the sky again, he didn't even notice when he was performing motorcycle acrobatics on a broken bicycle.

"Oh, look at you, you're in a hurry again."

Lynn flew down again on his bicycle, landed beside Constantine, and spun around: "Even if you are worried, what's the use of it.

Of course someone will solve it.There are so many strongmen on earth, why worry about you. "

"Lynn, the strongman you're talking about is yourself or that Superman. I think I must warn you that this time Sangong will definitely not be like the last one. You have to use your own demons to cross even a little bit of space limitation. The corner of the link.

The Sannomiya this time will definitely be the Sannomiya who can use all kinds of magic.Superman may not really be able to fight against him. "

"Well, don't worry about it."

"I don't care, do you?"

"I care? It's not impossible."

Lynn stopped the bicycle and looked at Constantine with a smile: "It's just that you have to help me find some people. To be precise, use your magic to help me catch some people."

"Lynn, I..."

Constantine looked hesitant: "I rarely get involved with human beings' own questions..."

"Goodbye."

"Lynn! Damn it, Lynn! Wait, I promise you!"

"How can I forget~old friends~in my heart~~can~not miss~~~
Congratulations Konstantin, you made the right choice. "

Lynn said so.

(End of this chapter)