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"There are others? No, wait!"

Matt immediately realized something was wrong, because the thing that was coming towards him had no heartbeat!

It also emitted a faint stench of death.

"The body is moving?" Matt was shocked.

The monster that staggered as it walked and reeked of corpses was, in fact, a dead body.

"Magic, voodoo, or superpowers?" Matt couldn't care less about anything else at that moment and immediately shouted, "Watch out!"

The walker had approached the drunken Jessica Jones, letting out a low growl, like a dog guarding its food.

The walker raised its hand to grab Jessica Jones's shoulder, opening its mouth to bite down.

"Get lost." Jessica Jones raised her hand and punched the walker away.

With a loud thud, the zombie crashed into the metal trash can.

Then Jessica Jones slowly got up, leaning against the wall. She wiped her mouth and shouted drunkenly, "You idiots, what kind of monsters want to take advantage of me? Don't you even take a piss and look at yourselves?"

The crisis seemed to have passed, but Matt was not at ease.

Is a corpse that can move on its own really that easy to deal with?

Sure enough, the zombie that had crashed into the dumpster suddenly stood up and rushed toward Jessica Jones.

Jessica Jones became interested: "You can still stand up? You're quite something." As she spoke, Jessica Jones drank the rest of her drink and slammed it against the wall.

He then punched the zombie, sending it flying.

This time, Jessica Jones used even more force, embedding the walker's body into the metal trash can.

Just when Matt thought the corpse had calmed down again, it moved again!

Jessica Jones sobered up considerably. Although the alcohol had numbed her senses, Jessica Jones was, after all, a detective.

She sensed something was wrong: "What is this?"

"A corpse, a moving corpse." Matt descended the wall and stood beside Jessica Jones, staring gravely at the walking corpse that was emitting a low growl.

He could hear the sound of bones cracking and piercing fascia and muscles as the corpse moved.

"It doesn't have self-healing abilities." Matt relaxed slightly.

Jessica Jones frowned and tilted her head: "You're Daredevil? What exactly is this thing?"

"This is the first time I've seen anything like it; it looks like a product of voodoo," Matt said through gritted teeth. "Although it's immortal, it doesn't have self-healing abilities. Break its bones!"

"What gives you the right to order me around?"

Jessica Jones experienced a stress response due to PTSD caused by being controlled by the Purple Man.

"Calm down," Matt said, though he didn't know what had happened. With the enemy at hand, he could only offer words of comfort. "He is our common enemy."

"I can handle this by myself." Jessica Jones sneered, took a step forward, and a crater immediately appeared in the ground.

Jessica Jones burst forth, this time unleashing her full power, punching the walker in the chest.

The zombie's chest burst open, scattering its parts all over the ground, but there wasn't a drop of blood, and even its organs had turned deathly pale.

"Fuck, what the hell is this thing?!"

The white organs looked extremely eerie, far more terrifying than the colorful ones.

However, what happened next chilled Jessica Jones to the bone.

The zombie, now missing half its body, began crawling towards the two of them again, its intestines and organs tangled together.

"She's still alive?" Jessica Jones's eyes widened.

This is the true vitality of the walkers, far more tenacious than zombies that die instantly from a headshot. If it weren't for Leon secretly controlling the walkers in the police station morgue, Gwen Stacy would already be an orphan.

The two are now facing each other head-on, their brows furrowed in dismay. They could leave, but leaving this thing here would only cause more trouble!

It could potentially harm innocent people; others don't possess superpowers like them.

"What do we do?" Jessica Jones asked instinctively. "Do you have a lighter? Damn it, I just finished my drink!"

"No," Matt suddenly turned his head and saw several zombies in the darkness, just crawling out of the sewers.

"Fuck! How come there are still so many!" Jessica Jones kicked the crawling half-zombie head like a ball, then picked up the huge metal trash can.

"Excuse me, did I disturb your date?" A faint smell of cigarettes wafted from the alley entrance as Constantine, dressed in a black trench coat, stepped into the alley.

"Who are you?"

"Constantine, you can call me the exorcist. To think I'd run into something like this just going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes." Constantine pulled a strip of cloth from his coat.

With a clash of flints, the exquisite kerosene lighter instantly ignited the strips of cloth. The raging flames seemed to come from nowhere, and as Constantine waved them, they surged like a fire dragon towards the walking corpses rushing towards them.

"Boom boom boom"

A thick, fiery dragon surged forth like a train, but Matt and Jessica Jones felt no heat whatsoever; instead, they felt quite comfortable.

The flames died down the next moment.

Only a few ashes remained, with no trace of the walking corpse.

"That's too much." Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Shit."

Then she reached out her hand to Jessica Jones and Matt.

"What does this mean?"

"Give me the money," Constantine said righteously. "The exorcism fee is five hundred thousand US dollars, and that's a very reasonable price."

"We have no money," they both said in unison.

Jessica Jones and Matt exchanged a meaningful glance.

(´・ω・)(Blindω`)

"Why are you yelling for help if you have no money? Consider this a selfless act," Constantine said, frowning. "Remember, you both owe me a favor, and you have to pay it back."

After saying that, Constantine turned to leave.

Matt quickly called out, "Please wait a minute!"

"Oh, so you're planning to repay me with your body? That's not impossible."

Constantine has always been omnivorous, as the saying goes, "a man and a woman working together makes the work easier," and it's good to switch species.

Constantine occasionally studies the estrus cycle of animals.

Matt's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "No! Actually, I received a proposal from S.H.I.E.L.D. to carry out a Defenders League project, and this is one of the members I wanted to invite."

You can work with us first, and I can apply for a special allowance for you from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Oh, S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Constantine smiled. "I see. I've worked with them before. They paid me half a million for exorcising Tony Stark."

Jessica Jones exclaimed in shock, "Tony Stark, the guy from Stark Industries?"

"Are there any other Tony Starks that S.H.I.E.L.D. would consider hiring?"

Jessica Jones nodded in deep agreement.

Matt, who was listening nearby, found it a bit strange. He remembered that Coulson had mentioned before that he had applied for three or four million dollars to help Tony Stark exorcise the demon.

Why did only 500,000 remain in Constantine's hands?

However, this has nothing to do with Matt.

Matt smiled and said with a relieved expression, "Since we've worked together before, I don't need to explain further. You recognize these things."

“Of course,” Constantine said confidently, taking a drag of his cigarette. “These are blood slaves created by vampires.”