102 I Think It Would Be Enough to Have Hands, Right?

Rumlow was driving towards Constantine's office, and he saw the surveillance video that kept repeating in Angel's house.

For SHIELD, finding information about Constantine will not be slower than the NYPD system, and now Rumlow is heading to that place.

If you want to know what Bulkesso started fighting, besides asking Bulkesso himself, following this clue is the best option.

Rumlow felt that now was not the time to meet Bulcasso, so he chose this path.

But before he reached his position, all the lights lighting him went out.

Even the car suddenly lost control and stopped on the road.

In the dark environment, Rumlow felt the aura of the devil.

Unlike Luke and Matthew, he accepted the trial of Tarik. After enduring a battle that was beyond imagination, he was able to vaguely detect the difference between the existence of the two demons.

For example, it would be a bit embarrassing for these guys to say they are demons.

Too weak.

At this moment, he heard Luke Cage's roar.

Then Rumlow pinched his wrist and felt the power brought by the ancestors' wrist guards.

Then the hand ax appeared in his hand, and he started running in the direction of Luke's voice.

…

"This guy's voice is really loud!"

Constantine took a puff of cigarette and stuffed the shroud back into his coat pocket leisurely.

This thing is a rare consumable. Since someone is willing to fight the devil, it seems that this shroud can be saved.

"Squeak!"

The demons are finally close.

The cheaply made Madonna finally ran out of power, and the area fell into complete darkness, except for the spark hanging in Constantine's mouth.

"ha!"

"Xia!"

"drink!"

Three war roars were heard, and the sparks from Constantine's mouth fell to the ground in fright, splashed into several pieces, and then dissipated.

"Damn it! Why three times!?"

Constantine's voice sounded, accompanied by the noisy sound of a sharp blade cutting through the demon's flesh.

Constantine did not see Rumlow approaching, so he was naturally surprised by the three war cries.

Although these three new barbarians have not yet mastered the power of war cry, this does not prevent them from starting to roar.

After all, mastering a combat skill is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Now they're trying to use war cries to inspire anger.

Constantine thought that these demons would be attracted by the three conspicuous targets, so he bent down to pick up the unfinished cigarette.

Just in time to avoid a sharp claw that flashed above his head.

A scream accompanied by gunfire rang out from beside him, causing him to stand up straight.

With the help of the fleeting light from the muzzle, he came face to face with the face of an ugly creature.

Then a finger-tiger engraved with crosses and Bible content hit the demon's face.

"Although I don't discriminate against demons, we are not familiar yet! If you want to kiss me, you have to go on at least three dates! And don't forget to brush your teeth!"

Along with Constantine's trash talk, the finger tiger smashed the confused demon into pieces.

Then he protected Angel behind him.

This battle ended quickly. A group of demons who were not even cannon fodder could only be regarded as warming up under the hands of three new barbarians.

With the constant war cries, all the demon soldiers quickly disappeared. Under the wrath of the barbarians, the demons did not have the option of dying and returning to hell.

This dark place finally saw light.

Constantine spit out the burnt cigarette butt on the ground and made frivolous gestures towards the statue of the Virgin not far away.

"So, what do you call them? DD people? Helmet people and axe people?"

When Constantine turned around to face the three barbarians, he pointed at each of them with his newly drawn cigarette.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Angel coughed violently, and the smell of sulfur after the demon burned out made her a little bit intolerable.

"Okay, girl, you made me think it was you who had lung cancer, not me."

Constantine patted Angel on the back and said some words of comfort.

"Um……"

Rumlow looked at Luke and Matthew, wondering if he should call them by their names.

The three of them were old acquaintances, but looking at Luke and Matthew's outfits, Rumlow hesitated.

The existence of vigilantes is not that unfamiliar to Rumlow. After all, he inevitably sees these guys who are different from ordinary people in his work at SHIELD.

"Okay, since you are no longer in danger, let's leave first."

Matthew tugged on Luke and walked with Luke in the direction they came from.

"What's going on with these miscellaneous things? I've lived in this place for many years, and this is the first time I've encountered them."

Angel could hear Luke grumbling casually before leaving.

"Okay, girl, these guys don't seem to be here for me. So there must be some secrets about you that I don't know about."

Constantine's expression became unusually serious.

"By the way, this gentleman who looks like one of those mysterious incident handling agencies, do you have anything to tell us?"

Constantine was not too surprised by Rumlow's sudden appearance here.

Since the demons have really appeared here, it seems that it is not surprising that someone from the official organization comes.

"There was one before, but not now."

Rumlow felt a little itchy in his throat. At this time, he began to miss the treasures of his ancestors on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

"Then, come with me and let's talk?"

Constantine invited Rumlow.

For him, having a strong teammate is definitely a blessing.

At least in terms of ensuring safety, there is an extra insurance.

Or a person who can be betrayed.

...

The next evening, Burkeso sent Jill to the New York Sanctuary for temporary stay, and then went to the roof of the previous building.

He could feel Rumlow's presence from a long distance.

Just on the taller building behind him.

Rumlow and Constantine appeared at the scene of the accident together. Constantine wanted to go to hell by some means the night before to find the soul of the girl named Isabel.

Then he was chased by a group of demons and returned to the world in embarrassment.

Nothing was found.

Because Isabel's soul was sent to heaven by the Ancient One through those angels.

Now Constantine had to bring Angel to the scene to find the previous traces.

"Are you still not well?"

Standing by the window, Rumlow didn't feel good, as if he was being watched by the class teacher from behind the window when he was in school.

He felt a little scared.

"You guys in these institutions always have no respect for mystery. What do you think mysticism is? Is it the kind of thing that can be concluded by "I think"? Mysticism is a serious subject!"

Constantine stopped forcing Angel to recall the past and said to Rumlow.

Now he needs to find some traces from this place, such as why the girl chose to die.

"How stupid! Are NYPD police officers so unprofessional when investigating traces? I think it's okay to have hands?"

Rumlow threw away the previous horror illusion, took out a bottle of spray-like thing from his waist, and sprayed it casually on the window.

Of course, he did not forget to satirize this "professional".

Then a row of handwriting appeared there.

Well, SHIELD’s black technology is probably something like developing water.