Chapter 160 Nick Fury’s face is always dark (the second update of the 5,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
“John, you have to know who I am! I am the Lord of Hell, Mephisto !”
John Wigger’s answer revealed his name before, so Mephisto didn’t make any more excuses.
"In fact, there are quite a few monarchs in hell, and he is also a clone of Mephisto."
Constantine added, then tilted his head and blew again whistle.
John Wick took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then the rest was taken away directly by Constantine.
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 Wigger 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 wouldn't exist in the world."
John Wicker raised his hand and shot, giving Nick Fury's stand-in another shot in the head. 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 that you never play 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, anyway, he There is always a way to find 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 negotiation table, and then lost.
Even his own soul has been bet on for a long time, but at this time he can always win, or at least make the bet aborted.
"Okay, let me ask, is it true what you said about making it come alive?"
John Wigger took a deep drag on the cigarette and asked Morpheus seriously Trust.
"Let me ask you, why do you insist on resurrecting this puppy?"
Constantine wants to prevent John Witness from signing a contract with the devil. After all, there is no benefit to be gained at this time. He was too lazy to do unnecessary things.
It is enough to prevent John Witness from signing the contract.
"It is the replacement of my wife..."
John Wicker said in a deep tone, coupled with his handsome face, making him full of charm.
"I think it's a good thing that you don't have relatives from Liverpool. People can't, at least they shouldn't..."
Although Constantine does not discriminate against special groups, or he is also one of the special groups, John Wei He still couldn't accept the guest's words.
From the moment he appeared, Mephisto has 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 passed away. 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. refers to the nature 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 had not 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...well, replacing your wife can only last for two days at most."
Constantine explained the situation directly.
Then Mephisto was thrust into the head with a pencil.
Although the pencil was not powerful enough to hurt him, it did not prevent him from feeling angry.
“Man, that’s really cool that you put a pencil in there.”
Constantine smiled from the bottom of his heart, Mephisto's clone didn't have much power now. John Wick's approach was undoubtedly to reject the transaction.
But Mephisto is a cautious person, and John Wigger was tied to his Constantine's warship after this.
As for why it is a warship, it is because the boat of Constantine’s friendship can easily capsize.
"You will know! You will know how far I can do it!"
Mephisto pulled out the pencil and disappeared.
Although he is just a clone, it does not mean that he does not have the power of revenge.
At least he still has a knight!
That knight is not the Carter Shirey guy. It’s time for him to give that knight some tasks.
For example, taking away the contract of St. Fangansa from Constantine.
At the same time, a group of guys dressed as Third Reich soldiers were walking in this direction wearing strict protective clothing.
The team was small, only twelve.
They have just taken care of the werewolves and mummies in the base, and now they are going to wait for Yang Valentine's men.
Yang Valentine sent them a message, saying that there was a shortage of manpower, so this team was transferred.
It's not too far away from the start of their plan, and it's just right to start preparing for action now.
The combat effectiveness test is not over yet, they need more data.
"Is my previous wavering because of magic?"
John Wigger threw the pistol without bullets on the ground. He noticed something was wrong with him before.
After getting rid of Mephisto's influence, he could no longer treat Constantine with a stranger's attitude.
“It’s okay to say that.”
Constantine spit out the burned out cigarette butt, and then lit another one.
"Is it really possible to resurrect a person in this world?"
John Wigger took back the pack of cigarettes from Constantine's hand, took out one and threw it back.
He was still very concerned about the resurrection he mentioned before. After losing his wife, he single-handedly killed the whole family of the guy who killed his dog.
His love for his wife is sincere and sincere, and it can be described as unforgettable.
"The guy's body just now is fine. I still care about whether you have any relatives."
"No."
John Wigger interrupted the conversation, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
“I need a dinner here, for one person. And I need to take care of the table. The location is XXX.”
“No one can afford the cost of resurrecting a person. But you If you follow me, maybe I can find such an opportunity. "
Constantin likes teammates who can fight. Only in this way can he protect this weak psychic.
"I still can't accept this kind of thing."
As soon as John Wigger finished speaking, his attention was attracted by the sound of neat footsteps in the distance.
“What is that?”
John Wigger looked at the advancing team in the distance with some surprise and dissatisfaction.
There are people who dare to wear these clothes in this beautiful scenery. Although they wear strict protective clothing to block their appearance, this is very unreasonable.
"I think we should avoid it first."
Constantine felt something was wrong. Those guys didn't have even a little bit of living breath on them.
“I don’t have any immediate means against living creatures, and those guys don’t seem to be human beings.”
After speaking, Constantine turned around and left without even a trace of movement. Nothing left.
He Constantine is very good at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune. When necessary, he can disappear without a trace. Even his former partners cannot find him.
But it was obviously impossible for these Third Reich soldiers to leave any witnesses.
If they dare to act on this road, they are naturally well prepared.
The end of this road is their base, and no one usually comes along this road.
This time it was just a chance to test the protective effect of the protective clothing on them and whether there would 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 connection between these guys and Hydra.
Even the Howling Commandos were only part of the results they witnessed, and then there was another goal.
Leaving no one alive wherever they go is what they do best.
The neat marching rhythm was immediately replaced by the sound of intensive running, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the living person in front. Although they didn't know why two living people appeared in front of them, it was just a battle.
They love to fight.
"Let's go first!"
John Wigger finally realized something was wrong at this time. When he turned around after shouting, Constantine had already run far away.
Cursing secretly, John Witkey picked up the body of his pet dog and ran away. Fortunately, it was just a puppy and not too heavy.
As for the body of Nick Fury's double, no one cares.
The delivery boys who were cleaning up the scene at the Continental Hotel are on their way.
Those soldiers were not living people, but their speed seemed to be no different from ordinary people.
It’s just that I won’t feel tired.
They won't be able to catch up with John Wigger and Constantine in a short time, but it seems that these two people won't be able to run for long.
Who can keep running at a constant speed?
Even marathon runners get tired sometimes, and this road is not a place where you can run away easily.
...
"Captain, please go to the Howling Commandos base. I had a little accident when I got there."
Nick Fury was putting Bucky Barnes' After the body was arranged, he 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 should have already taken Frankenstein and the humanoid on the way to support.
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. From the moment he opened his eyes, things happened one after another. Constantly, 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 possible, see if you can find Rumlow to assist you, and you can take Coulson with you."
Nick Fury added.
"No need, the Howling Commandos are all 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 there.
"Take Frankenstein and the humanoid to support the werewolf and the mummy, who lost contact at a base about Hydra."
"Combat mission?"
Steve was a little dissatisfied.
Only Nick Fury can do this without giving him weapons in combat missions.
"So I asked you to find Rumlow..."
Nick Fury's face became 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 else can use it better 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 was worthy of his 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, Pepo was comforting Tony.
Bulkessault 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 of the novel.
“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 can enter those secret realms at any time, the demons projected are 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 at the mighty? If you have time to think about this, you might as well go and clean the car for me."
Bulkessor stroked his beard casually, thinking of the kind of death The feeling of powerlessness during the invasion was a bit uncomfortable.
After seeing the death in this world that 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 a hand ax in my hand. Then it was replaced by Assef’s light of life, one by one. I knocked those zombies to death, and after that battle I couldn’t bear the nausea.”
Bulkessor never shied away from feeling deflated.
There is nothing that cannot be said about that kind of thing.
Worusk 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 that you can die 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 may be strong, they may just be lucky.
At least Bulkesso 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 wine bottle at his feet.
"Everyone said so, especially Li Min, that powerful and awe-inspiring mage."
Bulkasso 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 had no understanding of anything Bulcasso 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.
But 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 did not see Bulcasso hear this sentence There was a strange light in his eyes.
Bulkesser was very good at raising dogs. The hounds he trained at that time could chew through a hundred current Rumlots.
Rumlow's words reminded Bulcaisel 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.
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