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"John, you have to know who I am! I am the Lord of Hell, Mephisto!"

John Witness's previous answer exposed his name, so Mephisto didn't make any more clichés.

"In fact, there are many monarchs in hell, and he is also a clone of Mephisto."

Constantine added, then tilted his head and whistled again.

John Wick took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then Constantine took the rest directly.

It's strange to say that John Wigger is a person who follows the rules very much, but he has extraordinary tolerance for Constantine, a guy who doesn't follow the rules at all.

After he took a closer look at Constantine's face, John Wick began to wonder if he really had a relative from Liverpool.

"Wow, Sika, let me ask you again, do you really have no relatives from Liverpool?"

Constantine took out the lighter given by Angel, lit the cigarette for John Wick, and then lit the cigarette in his own mouth.

John Wigger looked at the body of his beloved dog on the ground and thought about the soul he had seen before.

"Before today, I thought that guys like you didn't exist in the world."

John Wigger raised his hand and fired, giving Nick Fury another shot in the head of the stand-in. There were a lot of questions in his mind, but he couldn't resolve them, so he could only shoot at the bastard who killed his dog.

Mephisto glanced in the direction.

"John, I remember you never played with human souls..."

Mephisto used a deep tone to blame Constantine.

He was different from Constantine, a human being with naked eyes. He could see at a glance that there were some differences between this corpse and a human being.

In addition to not seeing this guy's soul, Mephisto used this to apply eye drops to Constantine.

Although he was originally a clone, he didn't need to use these tricks at all when he could mobilize the power of hell. But times have changed. Although he got the opportunity to be completely independent, he also lost that power.

Constantine is a psychic, but he can't tell whether a corpse is human at a glance.

"Hey, Mephisto's clone, the first human soul I played with was my own."

Constantine doesn't care how bad his reputation is, he always has a way to find his teammates.

"You can just call me Mephisto."

"But that can't hide the fact that you are a clone."

Constantine and Mephisto are at odds with each other.

Constantine certainly played with human souls. He put the souls of his companions on the negotiating table and lost.

Even his own soul has been gambled on for a long time, but at this time he always wins, or at least can make the gamble abort.

"Okay, let me ask, is it true what you said about making it come alive?"

John Wick took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked Mephisto seriously.

"Let me ask you this, why do you insist on resurrecting this puppy?"

Constantine wanted to prevent John Witness from signing a contract with the devil. After all, there was no benefit to be gained at this time, so he was too lazy to do anything extra.

It would be enough to prevent John Witness from signing the contract.

"It's my wife's replacement..."

John Wick said in a deep tone, coupled with his handsome face, making him full of charm.

"I think it's a good thing you don't have any relatives from Liverpool. One can't, at least shouldn't..."

Although Constantine does not discriminate against special groups, or he is also one of the special groups, John Wigger's words still made him a little unacceptable.

From the moment he appeared, Mephisto secretly used his remaining power to exert influence on John Wigger.

Otherwise, this cold-blooded killer would not open his mouth easily.

"My wife left me a puppy before she died. Although it died, I met it."

John Wigger didn't realize that he was telling a stranger about his past, and he didn't notice how malicious Constantine's statement was. He had never been a talkative person.

Constantine stepped on a stone and drew a simple magic circle. Mephisto's influence was then interrupted.

"Ahem! Then why don't you want to resurrect your wife but this puppy?"

Constantine immediately interrupted John Wigger's narration and pointed to the essence of the problem.

Mephisto secretly scolded Constantine for being nosy.

Now the soul of the puppy is in front of him. His weak power is enough to resurrect the dog, but now if he is asked to resurrect a woman who has been dead for several years, he can't do it.

"You mean this bad old man can do this kind of thing?"

John Wicker woke up from a dream.

Mephisto's clone is going crazy.

It was very difficult for him to shake the soul of the killer. If John Wigger hadn't seen the soul of the dog before, he would not have been willing to make these attempts.

"Unfortunately, he can't do it now. Even resurrecting you... um, replacing your wife can only last for two days at most."

Constantine stated the situation directly.

Then Mephisto got a pencil stuck in his head.

Although the pencil didn't have enough power to hurt him, it didn't stop him from feeling angry.

"Man, you got a pencil in there, that's really cool."

Constantine laughed from the bottom of his heart. Now Mephisto's clone has no power. John Wick's behavior is undoubtedly a rejection of this deal.

And Mephisto is a petty person. John Wick was tied to his warship after this.

As for why it was a warship, it was because Constantine's friendship boat could capsize at any time.

"You will know! You will know how far I can go!"

Mephisto pulled out the pencil casually and disappeared.

Although he is just a clone, it does not mean that he has no power of revenge.

At least he still has a knight!

That knight is not Carter Slay, and he should give that knight some tasks.

For example, take the Saint Vanganza Contract from Constantine.

At the same time, a team of guys dressed as soldiers of the Third Reich were walking in this direction with strict protective clothing.

This team is not large, only twelve people.

They just dealt with the werewolf and the mummy in the base, and now they have to wait for orders under Yang Valentine's men.

Yang Valentine sent them a message saying that there was a shortage of manpower or something, so this team was transferred over.

It was not too far from their plan to start, so it was just right to start preparing for action now.

The combat effectiveness test had not yet ended, and they needed more data.

"My previous hesitation was because of magic?"

John Wick threw the pistol without bullets in his hand on the ground. He realized that something was wrong with him before.

After getting rid of Mephisto's influence, he could no longer treat Constantine as a stranger.

"That's okay."

Constantine spit out the burnt cigarette butt and lit another one.

"Can a person really be resurrected in this world?"

John Wick took the pack of cigarettes back from Constantine, took out one and threw it back.

He still cared about the resurrection he mentioned before. After losing his wife, he single-handedly solved the whole family of the guy who killed his dog.

His love for his wife was sincere and sincere, and it was okay to describe it as unforgettable.

"The original body of that guy just now will do. I still care whether you have any relatives."

"No."

John Wick interrupted the conversation, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"I need a dinner for one person. And take care of the table. The location is XXX."

"The cost of resurrecting a person is often not affordable. But if you follow me, maybe I can find such an opportunity."

Constantine likes teammates who can fight, only in this way can he protect his weak psychic.

"I still can't accept such a thing."

John Wick just finished speaking, and was attracted by the neat footsteps in the distance.

"What is that?"

John Wick looked at the marching team in the distance with some surprise and dissatisfaction.

In this beautiful scenery, someone dared to wear this outfit. Although the tight protective clothing blocked the appearance, it was unreasonable.

"I think we should avoid it first."

Constantine felt something was wrong. There was not even a little breath of living people on those guys.

"I don't have any immediate means against living things, and those guys don't seem to be human."

Constantine turned around and left without even leaving a trace.

He Constantine is very good at avoiding danger and can disappear without a trace when necessary, even his previous partners can't find him.

But it is obvious that these Third Reich soldiers cannot leave witnesses.

They dare to act on this road, so they are naturally prepared.

The end of this road is their base, and no one usually comes along this road.

This time, it is just to test the protective effect of the protective clothing on them, and whether there will be non-combat damage during the operation.

They have known about the existence of the Howling Commandos for a long time, after all, there is no clear relationship between these guys and Hydra.

Even the Howling Commandos are just part of their witnessing results, and the next goal is another goal.

Leaving no one alive wherever they go is what they are best at.

The neat marching pace was immediately replaced by the dense sound of running, and the muzzle was already aimed at the living people in front.

Although they didn't know why two living people appeared in front of them, it was just a battle.

They liked fighting.

"Go first!"

John Wick finally realized something was wrong at this time. When he finished shouting and turned around, Constantine had already run a long way.

Cursing secretly, John Wick picked up the body of his beloved dog and ran away. Fortunately, it was just a puppy and not too heavy.

As for the body of Nick Fury's substitute, no one cared.

The food deliverymen who cleaned up the scene at the Continental Hotel were on their way.

Those soldiers were not living people, but their speed seemed to be no different from that of ordinary people.

It's just that they don't feel tired.

They can't catch up with John Wick and Constantine in a short time, but these two people don't seem to be able to run for long.

Who can keep running at a constant speed?

Even marathon runners will get tired sometimes. This road is not a place where you can run away easily.

...

"Captain, please go to the Howling Commandos base. I had a little surprise when I got there."

After arranging Bucky Barnes' body, Nick Fury sat in the office and said to Steve.

He was still very concerned about the loss of contact between the werewolf and the mummy, but when he thought of the bearded man he met, he almost collapsed.

His substitute was actually killed because of a dog.

Not even the FBI credentials could stop the guy from committing the murder, and this accident gave Nick Fury a big headache.

Otherwise, he would have been on the way to support with Frankenstein and the humanoid.

In other words, John Witness successfully saved Nick Fury from the hands of those Third Reich soldiers, and incidentally also saved the lives of Frankenstein and the humanoid.

"I know, I'm going to see Peggy after this operation."

Steve took a deep look at Nick Fury. Ever since he opened his eyes, things had happened one after another, and he didn't even have any free time.

"Your shield hasn't been repaired yet. You should find a way to overcome it."

Nick Fury rubbed his forehead. He needed the captain's strength, but he couldn't even provide the captain with equipment.

Thinking of this he thought of Rumlow again.

"If you can, see if you can find Rumlow to assist you. You can take Coulson with you."

Nick Fury added.

"No, the Howling Commandos are old guys. I trust them."

After Steve finished speaking, he looked directly at Nick Fury.

Nick Fury hasn't told Cap yet what he's being asked to do over there.

"Bringing Frankenstein and the humanoids to support the werewolves and mummies, they lost contact at a base about Hydra."

"Combat mission?"

Steve was a little dissatisfied.

Only Nick Fury can do this if he is not given weapons in combat missions.

"So I asked you to find Rumlow..."

Nick Fury's face turned darker.

There is no one in SHIELD who can fight better than Rumlow.

Even when Rumlow was about to be beaten to death, a being beyond human understanding jumped out.

Who better to use than Rumlow?

It's a pity that Rumlow is basically unusable now.

"I'm probably chatting with Tony over there."

Steve turned around and went to find Coulson. As Nick Fury's trusted subordinate, Coulson deserved some trust.

By the way, he also wanted to take Melinda with him. He admired Melinda's performance in the previous battle.

As for the other side, Pepper was comforting Tony.

Bulcasso and Rumlow were sitting on a bench outside the house, looking at the sky and drinking.

Tony was a little drunk and rambled on about what happened before to Pepo.

At this time, Tony didn't even realize that he trusted Ms. Potts around him more than his Uncle Stan.

"How long will the people inside stay here?"

Rumlow felt that the current situation was a bit strange.

He always had the feeling that he was in trouble wherever he was.

Just like the protagonist.

"Stay until they want to leave."

Burcasso drank wine and felt very bored.

After being separated from the environment full of fighting, he was really bored.

Although he could enter those secret realms at any time, the demons projected there were not exciting at all.

Having already cleared all the secret realms, he was now thinking about how to find an evenly matched opponent.

"When you are in the environment, your golden beard and hair look more powerful."

Rumlow looked at Bulcasso's beard and took a swig of wine.

"What's the use of looking so powerful? If you don't have time to think about this, you might as well clean the car for me."

Bulcaisel stroked his beard casually, remembering the feeling of powerlessness when being invaded by death, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Ever since he saw the death of this world who appeared in the form of a skeleton, he felt that the power of death surrounding him seemed to have disappeared a lot.

"When was your most dangerous battle?"

Rumlow seems to be a little drunk. After all, Rumlow has not been a barbarian for a long time and is not completely familiar with many things.

"The first time I saw thousands of walking corpses, I was still holding an ax in my hand. Then I switched to Assef's light of life and knocked those walking corpses to death one by one. Corpse, after that battle I was so sick that I couldn’t stand it.”

Bulcaisel never shied away from times when he was feeling down.

There's nothing that can't be said about that kind of thing.

Warusk also had the experience of being knocked unconscious by a demon. If you ask about these things, they will tell you.

Those ancestors always liked to tell these jokes. After more than a hundred years, no one would shut up until they laughed.

"I find that you never celebrate becoming stronger?"

"Celebrating what? Celebrating your death at the hands of a more powerful demon?"

Bulcaisel glanced at Rumlow before realizing that he was no longer in the shelter.

Everyone in the shelter has no right to choose their enemies.

No one knows whether they will meet those famous demons tomorrow. All they can do is fight hard and kill a few more demons before they die.

Not all those who survive are strong, they may just be lucky.

At least Bulcaisel felt that he was lucky, at least he did not meet an invincible enemy early.

"Hasn't anyone ever said that you're really bad at chatting?"

Rumlow put the empty bottle at his feet.

"Everyone says so, especially Li Min, that powerful and awe-inspiring mage."

Burcasso suddenly remembered the black hole that Li Min threw out, and trembled a little.

At that time, he was tortured by the black hole. Although he still succeeded in putting the two knives on Li Min's neck, he knew that he suffered a little loss in that conflict.

Rumlow shook his head. He didn't understand anything Bulkeso said.

Now he doesn't understand how strong Bulcaisuo is.

Just like if you want to touch the ceiling, you must at least see it first.

And Bulcasso stood in front of all the barbarians. Rumlow, who had just set off from the starting point, couldn't even see Bulcaisso's back.

"If you like this kind of dog, I will bring you one in two days. Maybe you will be happier."

Rumlow didn't see the strange light shining in Bulcasso's eyes when he heard this.

Bulquesso was very good at raising dogs. The hounds he trained at that time could chew through a hundred current Rumlots.

Rumlow's words reminded Bulcasso of the days when the ugly hound dragged the walking corpses all over the ground. It was one of the few leisure moments he had after fighting.