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

"Wait, Richard." Constantine grabbed Richard's shoulders.

"Constantine, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, let go"

"What are you going to do? You have also heard that there are a large number of people possessed by hell ghosts gathered there. You rush over alone and listen to me. Angela still has time, don't be impulsive."

Richard looked into Constantine's eyes coldly.

Yes, he couldn't help it. He could introduce the power of order, but in that state, he was not sure whether he would destroy Angela as well.

Richard turned around and kicked the car door next to him fiercely. The door was deformed by the kick, the windows were shattered to the ground, and the car alarm sounded.

"frak"

Richard took out the remote control, turned off the alarm, and then asked: "What should we do now?"

"Let's go to my house. We need to prepare some things. It won't take long."

Richard took a deep breath.

"Ok."

Richard tried to open the car door, but because of the kick just now, the door was stuck. He used brute force to pull the door open, but when he closed it again, it could no longer be closed. Richard simply sat on the driver's seat and sat on the door for two seconds. Kick the car door open with your feet.

"The car didn't mess with you. It's better now"

Richard nodded and silently started the car.

The two came to Constantine's house.

Richard looked at the firearms and ammunition on the table in front of him and asked: "Shouldn't there be some holy water, candles, etc."

"It could be possible, but we don't have time right now, so this is the easiest way."

Richard picked up a bullet. It was the same as the ordinary 9- bullet, but the color was brighter. The material was not like brass, but more like gold. There were some characters engraved on it, and there was a slight tint on the bullet. of red.

Richard picked up another pistol. Apart from the slightly ornate religious decoration, he found no difference from his own. It had the same 15-round ammunition capacity and the same 6-round structure.

"Aren't you going to have a big guy?" Constantine held up a solid gold shotgun with a cross-shaped barrel. There was a trumpet-shaped cylinder and disc magazine on the barrel. It looked like it should be Use 1 bullets.

"So, except for the strange appearance of your thing, it is actually no different from ordinary firearms."

"Not only are they beautiful, they are also very practical. You won't understand even if I explain them to you. If you want to deal with the power of hell, these are the best weapons."

After checking the firearm, Richard took off his holster, picked up a tactical belt from the table and put it on. Two 9-caliber pistols, 4 magazines, a total of 90 rounds of golden bullets.

"Don't you have body armor?"

"No, there are no guns in hell. Those idiots possessed by ghosts only know how to fight hand to hand. Remember, although the bullets are specially treated, they must hit the head or heart, otherwise it will be difficult to kill them. So, I suggest You’d better pick a big guy.”

"No, that's fine."

Richard doesn't plan to be like Rambo with weapons all over his body, as that will only affect his flexibility. He does not have a perfect marksmanship. What he is best at is shooting at close range. Only in this way can he bring out his excellent touch. The fact that the opponent does not use firearms will give him a huge advantage.

Yes, the opponent is very powerful and fast, but now Richard is no less willing to give in.

Just as the two were about to go downstairs, Constantine stopped, lowering his head and thinking.

"What's wrong?" Richard asked.

"You go down first and I'll get something." After speaking, Constantine opened the door again and walked in.

Constantine took out a one-meter square kerchief from the drawer in his bedroom, with some gold threads on a white background.

"What is that?" Richard didn't go downstairs, he followed in.

"It's just a scarf." Constantine put the scarf into his pocket.

Richard nodded and said nothing more. It was obvious that Constantine wasn't telling the truth, but now was not the time to get to the bottom of it.

The car stopped at the entrance of Ravenskan Mental Hospital. Richard and Constantine got out of the car and stood there looking at the hospital.