847 Constantine Doesn't Seem Like a Good Guy

"Constantine, what do you want to say when you call me out?

If you are talking nonsense, I will definitely knock out a few of your teeth."

Rumlow and Constantine walked into a convenience store a few blocks outside the Buster Building...

The area around the Buster Building is under martial law, and ordinary people have completed the evacuation.

So even if you want to buy something, you have to walk a little further.

Rumlow was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and looking at it.

I said looking at it, but in fact I was just looking at the alcohol content...

After getting used to the taste of strong liquor, Rumlow gradually couldn't go back to the time when he liked beer...

Of course, alcohol is not a good thing for ordinary people.

The words that drinking in moderation is good for health are not for non-drinkers...

These words are for those alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol...

For normal people, alcohol starts to cause harm the moment it enters the body.

Fortunately, Nephitian's body cannot be generalized with that of ordinary people.

The damage caused by alcohol is a bit like poison, and Nephalem has a fairly good resistance to poison...

"I just want to ask if you have figured out how to face the Archangel."

Constantine refilled his cigarette while speaking.

This action made Rumlow frown.

"This place is a public place, you should at least ask my opinion before smoking."

Rumlow looked unhappy.

Cigarettes are also very harmful to people...

Carbon dioxide and tar will affect the human body's oxygen circulation...and can even kill a lot of red blood cells...

It's just the same as Rumlow drinking, Nephalem is not the same as ordinary people...

And the reason why Rumlow was unhappy was simply because he was choked.

Normal people don't like the taste of secondhand smoke, but some people don't care...①

"As for the Archangel, that's not something I need to worry about.

My only thought now is to find those bastard Hydras and find the list of victims!

Otherwise, I can't find the victims even if I want to atone for my sins."

Rumlow directly picked up all the alcohol on the shelf and planned to check out.

What Constantine said was not nonsense.

It was just that Rumlow had no intention of dealing with the archangels for the time being.

One reason was that he could not deal with them, and he could not defeat them...

At least now it seemed that the archangels had a good attitude towards ordinary people.

If Masail only wanted to cause trouble for those who were related to the devil, then most ordinary people would not be targeted.

In this case, Rumlow did not care much.

"You don't think that those archangels have no thoughts about humans, do you?

If so, I can only say that you are naive.

Any power has a price.

As a Nephalem, you are also taking risks for the Nephalem.

To put it harshly, it can still be considered a fair trade.

But what about the archangels? None of them told us what they wanted.

We only know the code names and names of the archangels.

You say you trust those archangels? Don't be kidding!

If you trust others indiscriminately, that would be the most ridiculous thing.

You used to be an agent, although you were only responsible for combat matters.

But you have to have a little questioning spirit, right?"

Constantine's words seemed to provoke Rumlow's anger.

He said these words rudely and directly, but Rumlow didn't even turn his head, just went to the front desk to pay the bill with a big handful of wine in his arms.

Obviously, no matter whether Rumlow was a little shaken in his heart, he didn't plan to tell Constantine.

This result is not bad, at least much better than Rumlow's direct and righteous refusal.

"No need for change."

Rumlow took out a dollar from his backpack, counted it and found it was enough to pay the bill, then put it directly on the table.

Then he picked up a takeaway bag and started to pack the wine.

The clerk in front of him was just an ordinary person, so Rumlow did not put the wine into his backpack in front of him.

"Hey, get me two packs of silk card, count it with his wine."

Constantine walked to Rumlow's side and patted Rumlow's shoulder, as if the two were good friends.

"I can pay you, but we are just acquaintances, not good friends.

It's better to keep a little distance between you and me."

Rumlow rolled his eyes.

Then he watched the clerk in front of him take out a shotgun from under the counter...

"Are you planning to rob?"

Rumlow glanced at the clerk in front of him.

This experience is indeed a bit novel.

Rumlow, who was originally a Hydra, lived in a high-end apartment, and the security there was very good.

Although he had also been to places like alley convenience stores in this neighborhood when he was on a mission.

But when a team of agents is on a mission to capture someone, they won't always encounter robbery...

This is the first time he has encountered someone robbing him.

"Um, please hurry up, clerk.

I want two packs of silk.

Of course, if you have a whole one, I want it too."

Constantine didn't even look at the shotgun in front of him, but said a few words casually and continued to harass Rumlow.

"Dude, let me tell you.

Manpower is sometimes limited, and it's not a big deal to occasionally borrow the power of angels or demons.

But you must at least know who are the enemies and friends of mankind!

According to my many years of experience, mankind's only friend is mankind itself.

The enemy of mankind is all those who want to get something from mankind.

That, brother, don't use the barrel of the gun to touch me.

I'm talking about business.

If you want to rob, you should point the gun at this guy, not me!

Look at how strong he is, and then look at me, I tell you that I was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer a few days ago.

I just want to smoke properly now. "

Constantine was talking to both parties directly...

He was telling the truth, but he just didn't make it clear...

Constantine did have lung cancer a few days ago.

Now he really wants to smoke.

The problem is that his lung cancer has been cured.

Although the treatment method is to remove the damaged internal organs and grow a new one.

But who can say that this method is not effective?

This treatment method is healthier and faster than cloning your own organs and then transplanting them...

Except for the brain, other injuries can basically be treated in this way.

So the clerk's gun turned and went to Rumlow again.

"Boy, if you don't put down the gun, I will put your head in your back door!

Don't ask me how I did it, just break your spine and force it to bend!"

Rumlow glared at the clerk with a gun.

This guy's breath is not a good person.

It's a little black, but it's not to the point where he won't be happy unless he kills him.

Sending him to the hospital is also a good idea.

"Bang! "

The gun went off.

Then the clerk with the gun was wounded by the exploded shotgun...

As for how the gun exploded, it was because Rumlow stuck his finger into the barrel...

This thing seems to have something to do with air pressure.②

But even if there is no air pressure, these ammunition can't hurt Rumlow.

"Constantine, everyone says you are a troublemaker.

I agree with this evaluation more and more.

Although you have some strength now, if you don't want to have black circles under your eyes, then shut up and get out!"

Rumlow didn't take back the money he gave out.

It's normal to pay for things.

As for the problem of robbery, that's another matter.

"Well, I'll go get two packs of silk cards first.

I always have not enough cigarettes. "

Constantine shrugged his shoulders, and then walked directly behind the counter to choose.

Rumlow had already shown his extraordinary side, so there was no need to pretend to leave with a bunch of wine.

He simply put the wine into his backpack and left the scene.

If an outsider came in at this time, he would probably think Constantine was the murderer.

The clerk was unconscious on the ground with blood on his face, and Constantine was picking behind the counter.

This looks like a crime...

"Archangel, you saw it.

It's not that I didn't tell them about your things.

It's just that you really can't make them trust anything.

Although this is also influenced by those old Nephalem, I think you still have to reflect on your own problems.

Faith has a lot of audiences in this country, but you also know that they don't believe in your doctrines such as kindness.

But they believe that there is heaven and hell.

They believe in you, not to go to heaven, but to avoid going to hell.

These guys know what they have done.

So don't embarrass me.

I really can't make you become the mainstream of faith. "

Constantine said casually while choosing the cigarettes he wanted.

It was as if someone was listening in.

Constantine would not do meaningless things...

This guy would make sense even if he sold his backdoor...

He would not be bored and play some tricks to the air.

"If I had a choice, I would also like to be a good person.

But later I found that it is not easy to be a good person.

Not only do I have to be threatened by demons, but also by humans.

And then I have to be controlled by heaven.

What do you think I want to be a good person?

Do good things without leaving a name? Or do I have to go to hell after I die?"

Constantine was still mumbling.

But the guy he contacted never showed up.

...

"Constantine seems to be a little bit wrong.

Is he really testing me? But I'm not sure, after all, I'm not an agent who is good at intelligence investigation.

I'm only good at fighting. "

Rumlow said while holding the headset with one hand.

In his empty hand, he held a wine bottle without a bottle cap...

"It's really hard to get information from Constantine.

This guy is very good at lying. I even think that even a polygraph can't detect his lies.

If there is no other way, just send him directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

Vera will be there soon. Constantine is a demon hunter anyway,

so it's normal to hand him over to Vera!"

Luke's voice came through the headset...

Luke hasn't been waiting foolishly in the Buster Building during this period.

He and Jessica are acting separately.

Luke is looking for demons in the streets and alleys to deal with, and by the way, he is asking for information from the demons.

There's no shortage of struggles between these demonic bosses.

But the demons kept silent about their superiors' information.

So Luke changed his question and asked for information on the enemies of these demonic bosses.

If you take it, you will be able to collect information about the devil very clearly...

As for the devil who confessed the problem, Luke did not leave him alive...

The demons of the Burning Hell don't like the contract very much.

These things want to have it written directly on their faces that they are going to do bad things.

Telling information about other demons is actually dragging other demons into trouble. No one knows how much of it is due to jealousy.

But thinking about it, jealousy is inevitable.

After all, the jealous king is still fooling around outside...

If this guy didn't take the opportunity to add some personal goods, he wouldn't be considered a jealous king.

Luke learned the information about Vera from Jessica.

Jessica has directly integrated into the circle of barbarian ancestors.

After all, it is the continuation of Orak's bloodline, and Cassius and Kotur are still looking after it.

There is no resistance to Jessica integrating into the circle of her ancestors...

So she knew these things much earlier than Rumlow and the others outside.

"Why don't you contact Natasha first?

Maybe she has a way to get information out of Constantine. "

Rumlow made a suggestion.

But this suggestion is not very good...

“I think we should just tie him up.

Then he pulled down the doorway of the Elder’s Temple and kicked it!

I remember this guy was not a tough guy.

As long as it's not a matter of human life and death, this guy will surrender faster than I can get laid. "

Luke hesitated and then gave a solution.

Although this method sounds extremely crude, it surprisingly makes people want to do it...

"Isn't this appropriate?"

Rumlow hesitated.

“We can’t gather that many people for circle kicking.

The Elder's Temple is simply too big.

How about you call someone over and we can do it directly at Buster Building?

Although the image of barbarians is not very friendly, the place is full of acquaintances.

There should be no outsiders talking nonsense. "

Rumlow offered his thoughts and suggestions...

"You mean Archangel?

The Archangel wants to interfere in the internal affairs of the Nephalem? "

Rumlow pouted.

The ancestors on the Holy Mountain have taught how to face the Archangels.

That's what he loves!

The worst possible outcome is a fight!

Anyway, the Nephalem and the High Heavens are friends, not superiors or subordinates.

As long as the high-level heavens are not fools, they will not break up with the Nephalem at this time!

This place is no place of refuge!

The archangels are no longer qualified to torment the Nephalem like they did back then.

Nowadays, there are only a few angels out there.

Even if Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, returns to his position, there will be no way for the High-level Heaven to explode a large number of troops in a short period of time!

If the archangels don't have enough of them now, how can they give advice on the Nephalem's actions?

"I'm just a little worried.

Archangels are definitely not as harmless as they seem.

And have you forgotten that there are two angels transformed from humans? "

Luke said helplessly.

Two angels transformed from humans, one is Johnny, the other is Father Anderson...

These two guys go looking for a local paradise when Alanya Spider Queen shows up at Buster Towers...

None of these were missed in the surveillance of Buster Tower.

All of them have become one of the materials that are being watched.

"You mean those two guys went to blast troops for high-level heaven?"

Rumlow's face squeezed out a few streaks...

It looked like he wanted to have a fight.