Tony Stark... Has Disappeared.

Tony Stark... Has Disappeared.

"Shut up already, Deadpool! You're going to make it angry!"

Outside the formation, Natasha cursed on the surface, but secretly agreed wholeheartedly.

There was no other reason—it was just too stupid!

[Emotion Points from Demon Barlow +677]

Hearing that, Demon Barlow finally realized something was wrong. It flew into a rage, feeling deeply insulted and betrayed.

In Hell, it, the Fire Demon, was undeniably top-tier talent!

"Roar! Damn humans!

"You dare toy with the great Fire Demon Barlow? I'll personally take your soul down into eternal Hell and let the fires of Hell

burn you for a hundred thousand years!!"

"Oh, then you'd better make sure you find the right person. And don't forget my name."

Taking out a lighter, Constantine calmly lit a cigarette.

The sheer disregard in that gesture provoked another burst of rage from the demon, and it shouted.

"Damn it, how dare you look down on me!"

"Then use that stupid brain of yours to remember my name well—carve it deep into your soul."

Flicking away the cigarette between his fingers, Constantine watched it spin through the air, enter the formation, and strike the demon on the forehead. He smiled disdainfully.

"Remember it. My name is—Phil Coulson!"

Boom—

Within the formation, red light shot into the sky. Accompanied by a faint crackling of electricity, the demon attached to Deadpool dissolved into wisps of black mist and was pulled away by the laws of Hell.

Yet the furious roar it left behind echoed again and again through the dim underground space.

"I will never let you off—Phil Coulson!!"

[Emotion Points from Demon Barlow +777]

The corner of Natasha's eye twitched. For some reason, that line felt rather familiar.

Pat, pat.

Brushing the flames off himself, Deadpool rolled to his feet and grinned.

"Constantine, are all demons in Hell this dumb?"

"More or less."

Lighting another cigarette and putting it between his lips, Constantine thought for a moment before replying.

"This one's actually not bad. Most of them in Hell are even worse."

[Emotion Points from Natasha Romanoff +681]

[Emotion Points from Wade Wilson +733]

It was the truth. Demons in Hell really had such bizarre intelligence—when they met, they usually either threw fists or claws, and rarely used their brains!

"Well, that was certainly eye-opening."

Natasha chimed in, delighted inwardly as she gained another crucial piece of intelligence about Hell.

"Oh, no, seriously? Hell is this pathetic?"

Walking out of the formation, Deadpool wore a sympathetic expression.

"If even the underlings are this dumb, what kind of stuff are the bosses?

"Don't tell me they have to go out themselves to drum up business and hand out flyers?"

Constantine gave Deadpool a strange look and said nothing as he smoked.

How could he say that yes, that was exactly what Hell's lords, Mephisto and the rest, did?

What were underlings?

They were just bit players, there to fill out the scene.

But saying that would lower those big shots' image—and make him, a Hell detective, seem pretty low too.

"Mr. Constantine, thank you for helping us resolve this serious supernatural case.

"The 100,000 dollars promised by S.H.I.E.L.D. will be transferred to your bank account immediately!"

Smiling, Natasha made the promise.

"What about me? What about me?"

The moment he heard about money, Deadpool eagerly sprang over, shouting like a monkey.

He waved his arms around, his body language extremely animated.

"I contributed a lot to this operation too! I bled for the organization, threw out my back, and even sold my body—

"You people at S.H.I.E.L.D. are such a big organization—you can't be so cold-hearted, killing the mule after it's done grinding!"

"No, that's a camel!"

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Constantine flashed a top-student smile.

"..."

Natasha was speechless, her inner complaints running wild.

Was that even about mules and camels?

It was a horse. No, a donkey—a donkey—!!

Rubbing her brow, Natasha felt exhausted. Seeing Deadpool refusing to let it go, she said helplessly, "Mr. Wilson, you contributed and shed blood. I saw all of that."

But twisting your waist and selling your looks—that wasn't supposed to be my line, was it?

"How not? That demon entered my body! Other than my pure soul, everything that could be defiled has been defiled!"

Utterly shameless and somehow proud of it, Deadpool stood with his hands on his hips and his chest thrust out, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Unable to argue back, Natasha could only helplessly say that she would report it to the director and seek special approval for Deadpool to receive twenty thousand dollars.

Ignoring Deadpool as he stood there happily giggling to himself, Constantine took out his phone. Only after seeing the message confirming a one-hundred-thousand-dollar transfer did he nod in satisfaction and kindly remind her, "Agent Natasha."

"What is it?"

"I must remind you that although this case is over, we still haven't found the evil spirit hiding behind it."

[Emotion Value from Natasha Romanoff +637]

"Huh? Then the ones we fought earlier were?" Natasha frowned in confusion.

"They were merely puppets controlled by the evil spirit."

As he spoke, Constantine walked over to a pile of ashes.

He grabbed a handful, closed his eyes, and seemed to be probing for something.

Natasha did not dare interrupt him and watched anxiously.

After a while, Constantine finally opened his eyes and said gravely, "A woman in a blue dress—an Asian woman—is buried at the bottom of the Hudson River!"

"Oh, and I heard a song too."

"My beloved rejoices elsewhere, while my heart breaks within. The moon alone knows my sorrow. Meeting is hard, parting is easy; now this abandoned wife repents too late. Do you remember the days when we were as joyful as phoenixes paired in flight?

Do you remember how you betrayed your gratitude and flew to another branch? Do you feel that your old love no longer has a place to rest? Do you remember the orphan with a mother but no father? Tell me, do you know that my long illness has turned to consumption?

Before long, I will die of heartbreak for you."

[Emotion Value from Natasha Romanoff +713]

[Emotion Value from Wade Wilson +744]

"What do we do, Constantine? Do you have any ideas?"

After all that, they had discovered that the one they fought had not been the real culprit. Natasha felt somewhat discouraged.

"We have to retrieve her remains from the river, then purify them with highly concentrated holy water!"

Constantine quickly came up with a plan, but—

"The most troublesome part isn't the latter step. It's how to dig her remains up from the riverbed.

Remember, we're dealing with an evil spirit. She won't just stand by and watch us dig up her bones!"

Biting her lip, Natasha nodded seriously.

"I understand. I'll find a way to avoid using human labor. I suggest we use intelligent machines instead."

Ring, ring, ring~

The sudden ringtone interrupted their discussion.

After apologizing, Constantine answered the call.

"Hello, it's me."

"Hmm? What? He's missing?"

"I understand. Ms. Potts, don't panic. I'll head over to your place right away."

"Don't worry. With the compass, we'll definitely find Tony!"

Click.

After hanging up, Constantine took a hard drag from his cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it beneath his foot.

"Natasha, I'm afraid I can't go with you to deal with that evil spirit."

"What happened?"

Natasha asked, and Deadpool walked over as well.

Raising his eyes, Constantine said gravely, "Tony Stark has gone missing."