Chapter 285: Constantine! Johnny's helper!

The performance was a success.

Johnny successfully leaped over a football field with tens of thousands of eyes on the scene, plus the gaze of hundreds of thousands of viewers watching the TV broadcast, and set a world record again.

"Mr. Invincible!"

"Johnny!"

There were huge cheers on the scene.

Anton, who was sitting in the front row, had his ears deafened by these sounds.

However, it is not surprising that Anton did not have much thoughts about the success of Johnny's challenge.

This is all destined.

I believe Johnny had already anticipated this.

Before Mephisto relied on Johnny to achieve his goals, he would never let Johnny die.

Anton's gaze fell on Johnny, who was surrounded by the crowd, just to see Johnny's face, not the excitement and ecstasy that everyone expected, but a trace of heaviness.

This made Anton even more sure that Johnny had indeed realized the existence of something.

After the Hell Detective filming was completed, Johnny had a thrilling world record challenge. During the crew, after Anton’s reminder, Johnny’s perception of the past, that is, the gray-haired old man he saw that year, had a clear Cognition and judgment.

demon.

The white-haired old man is a real demon.

Johnny believed in this.

After the New York War, Thor's name resounded throughout the world.

As a **** in Norse mythology.

The appearance of Thor verifies the authenticity of the ancient myth.

Therefore, coupled with the things that he has actually experienced, what reason does Johnny have to doubt the authenticity of the devil?

"Good job!"

"You broke the world record again, you are simply a god!"

"Oh my god, my heart is jumping out, Johnny!"

The team members closely surrounded Johnny Blazer.

Johnny smiled and nodded, barely squeezing a trace of joy on his face.

The people around were caught in extreme excitement and didn't notice anything wrong with Johnny.

suddenly.

Johnny's eyes crossed the gap in the crowd and fell on Anton in the front row, his eyes suddenly bright.

"Give way."

He pushed away the team members in front of him and walked towards An Dong.

however.

When Anton saw him coming, he smiled slightly, got up and walked into the inner passage of the stadium, and quickly left his sight.

"Wait, Anton!"

Johnny's face changed slightly. He didn't understand why Anton would avoid him.

After he finally squeezed out of the crowd, Anton had long since disappeared.

Johnny stood still, his face dazed.

He felt as if he had been abandoned by Anton.

Thinking of the words Anton had promised him when he was on the crew, he couldn't help squeezing his fists.

Others will never have an obligation to help themselves.

Johnny grew up for so long and has gone through a lot of hardships, and he has long understood this truth.

He gave a wry smile and turned to meet his team members.

"Let's go."

"Let's celebrate!"

The team members surrounded him again.

...

the other side.

Anton has left the stadium.

It was different from what Johnny thought. It was not that he was unwilling to help Johnny, but that it was not the right time for communication inside the stadium.

Helping Johnny solve the invasion of the **** dimension at least also represented millions of justice values.

Don't let this kind of benefit come to your door in vain.

Anyway, if he appeared as a clone, there would be no loss to his body.

And just now, Johnny has experienced a highly anticipated challenge. There are tens of thousands of eyes on the scene, plus the gaze of hundreds of thousands of viewers before the TV broadcast, which will definitely expose the identity.

This is unnecessary.

As a well-known director, Anton is the only non-superhero member of Zhenglian. The number of social media fans has surpassed Tony Stark's super celebrity. Once he meets Johnny on TV, he will inevitably attract the attention of some people.

This is not the result that Anton wants to see.

He came to watch Johnny's stunt performance today, just to confirm Johnny's status.

The real contact should come from Constantine.

...

quickly.

Night fell.

After the revelry, Johnny returned to his residence in Los Angeles.

He has not drunk, so he is very clear-headed.

Drinking will make him have nightmares.

Every time he tried to drink, he would startle in a cold sweat.

Before this, he didn't understand it very much, and thought he was sick. It wasn't until not long ago that he finally understood why this was.

Because of the nightmarish incident in my youth.

Sitting on the sofa at home, turning on the TV, the Discovery Channel's special program about howler monkeys sounded in my ears.

This should have been the TV show he was most interested in, but at this time Johnny's face was very blank, staring blankly at the TV in front of him, but his eyes were not focused.

In fact, there was one thing he didn't tell anyone.

Whenever he is challenging the limit, riding a motorcycle, leaping over any challenging distance, he clearly feels that he can’t cross and he is bound to die, there will be an inexplicable force supporting him. , So that he just completed the goal.

Nine world records.

No, this is the tenth time, and it has been the same every time.

Johnny once thought this was an illusion, but now he is extremely sure that his feelings are real.

Including the next time, at the most dangerous moment, he will still rely on this power from nowhere to succeed.

All this is not because he has this ability, but because someone is silently helping him behind his back.

This help is not without asking for return.

The reason for silence is because the other party has greater demands.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, a knock on the door sounded.

"Who?"

Johnny came back to his senses and frowned slightly, thinking it was the agent who had just sent him back to the house: "Mark?"

So he got up and walked towards the door.

But after that, he stopped, a cold sweat appeared behind his back.

If it’s Mark, it’s not like knocking at the door.

The most important thing is that Mark has the key to his house.

"Who the **** is it?"

Johnny squeezed his fist, picked up the helmet on the edge of the house, waved twice, and walked slowly to the door.

"I'm here to help you."

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door.

"Help me?"

Johnny thought for a moment opened the door and saw a very strange figure.

This is a blond man who looks extremely chic.

In Johnny's sight, the other party was wearing a beige windbreaker, leaning against the railing next to the gate, and squeezing out the cigarette in his hand, turning his eyes around him, followed by a meaningful smile.

"Introduce yourself."

The blond man said, "My name is John Constantine, and I am a magician."

"Magic?"

Johnny was taken aback: "I..."

"You don't need to talk, I know who you are and everything you have experienced."

Constantine said, the last sentence quickly gained Johnny's trust.

"It was Anton who asked me to come."