Chapter 847 Constantine does not seem like a good person
“Constantine, what do you want to say when you call me out?
If what you say is nonsense, then I will definitely knock you out. "A few teeth."
Rumlow and Constantine walked into the convenience store a few blocks outside the Buster Building...
The area around the Buster Building was under martial law, normal. People have been evacuated.
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.
It’s said to be looking at it, but actually it’s just to look 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, wine is not a good thing for ordinary people.
The words that moderate drinking is good for health are not meant for non-drinkers...
This is meant for those alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol...
For normal people , alcohol begins to cause harm the moment it enters the body.
Fortunately, the nephalem's body cannot be generalized to that of ordinary people.
The damage caused by wine is somewhat similar to that of poison, and nephalem have pretty good resistance to poison...
"I just want to ask if you have thought about how to face the archangel."
Constantine refilled himself a cigarette while speaking.
This move made Rumlow frown.
"This place is a public place, you must at least ask my opinion before you smoke."
Rumlow looked unhappy.
Cigarettes are also very harmful to people...
Carbon dioxide and tar will affect the body's oxygen circulation... and can even kill many red blood cells...
Just like rum The reason for Luo's drinking is that Nephalem are different from ordinary people...
And the reason for Rumlow's displeasure is simply that he was choked.
Normal people don’t like the taste of second-hand smoke, but some people just don’t care...①
"As for 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 want to atone for my sins. Can't find the victim."
Rumlow directly picked up all the wine on the shelf and planned to check out.
What Constantine said is not nonsense.
It's just that Rumlow has no plans to care about the archangel yet.
One is that he can't control it, and he can't beat it...
At least now it seems that those archangels have a pretty good attitude towards ordinary people.
If Malthael only wanted to cause trouble for people related to demons, then most ordinary people would not be targeted.
Since then, Rumlow doesn’t care much anymore.
"You don't think those archangels don't have any thoughts about human beings, 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 bluntly, it is still a fair deal.
But what about the archangels? None of them told us what they wanted.
We only know the codenames and names of the archangels.
You said you trust those archangels? No kidding!
If you trust others without distinction, 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 be a little skeptical, right? "
Constantine's words seemed to arouse Rumlow's anger.
He said these words rudely and directly, but Rumlow didn't even turn his head, just hugged him. He went to the front desk to pay with a large cup of wine in his arms.
Obviously, no matter whether Rumlow was shaken or not, he had no intention of telling Constantine about this result. It's not bad, at least it's better than Rumlow's direct and righteous rejection.
"No need to look for it."
Rumlow took out a knife from his backpack, counted enough to pay the bill, and put it directly on the table.
Then I picked up a packing bag and started to pack the wine.
The clerk in front of him was just an ordinary person, so Rumlow did not stuff the wine into his backpack in front of him.
“Hey, get me two packs of silk cards and add them to his wine.”
Constantine walked up to Rumlow and patted Rumlow on the shoulder, as if the two were good friends.
"I can pay you, but we are just acquaintances, not good friends.
It's best to keep a little distance between you and me."
Lang Molo rolled his eyes.
Then I watched the clerk in front of me 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 in that place was very good.
Although he has also been to places like convenience stores in alleys in this neighborhood when he was doing tasks.
But when a team of agents is on an arrest mission, they will never encounter robbers...
This is the first time he has encountered someone robbing him.
“Well, please hurry up, shop assistant.
I want two packs of silk cards.
Of course, if you have a whole one here, I’ll also want it. ”
Constantine didn't even look at the shotgun in front of him, but said a few words casually and continued to harass Rumlow.
“Man, let me tell you.
Manpower is sometimes poor, and it is not a big deal to occasionally use the power of angels or demons.
But you must at least be aware of the enemies of mankind. Who are your friends?
According to my many years of experience, the only friend of mankind is mankind itself.
The enemies of mankind are all those other than mankind who want something from mankind.
Well, little brother, don’t pull me with the barrel of a gun.
I am just talking about business.
If you want to rob, you should point your gun at this guy, not me!
Look at how strong he is, and look at me again. Let me tell you that I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer a few days ago.
I'm like having a good smoke now. "
Constantine had a direct conversation with both parties...
It was not that there was no truth in his mouth, at most he did not speak clearly...
Constantine did indeed say it a few days ago. I have lung cancer
I really want to smoke well now
The problem is that his lung cancer has been cured.
Although it is a treatment method of removing the damaged internal organs and growing new ones.
But who can say that this method of treatment is not effective?
This method of treatment is healthier and faster than cloning one's own organs and then transplanting them...
Except for the brain, which cannot be treated in this way, other injuries can basically be treated in this way.
So the clerk's gun turned to Rumlow's side again.
“Boy, if you don’t put down the gun, I will stuff your head into your back door!
Don’t ask me how I did it, I just broke your spine and forced it Bent!”
Rumlow glared at the gun-toting clerk.
This guy's aura doesn't sound like a good person.
It's a little darkened, but not to the point where it would be unpleasant to die.
Sending to the hospital is also a good idea.
"Bang!"
The gun went off.
Then the gun-wielding clerk was wounded in the face by the exploding shotgun...
As for how the gun exploded, it was because Rumlow stuffed his fingers into the barrel...
This thing seems to have something to do with air pressure. ②
But even without air pressure, these ammunition cannot hurt Rumlow.
“Constantine, everyone says you are an annoyance.
I agree with this evaluation more and more.
Although you have some strength now, if you don't want to suffer from dark circles, then shut up and get out! ”
Rumlow did not get back the money he gave.
It is normal to have to pay for things.
As for the robbery issue , that’s another thing. “Well, I’ll get two packs of silk cards first.
I can never have enough cigarettes. "
Constantine shrugged his shoulders, and then walked directly behind the counter to choose.
Rumlow has already shown his extraordinary side, so naturally there is no need to pretend. Tsukuru left with a pile of wine.
He simply put the wine into his backpack and left the scene.
If an outsider came in at this time, he would most likely mistake him for Constantine. 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 you.
It’s just that you really can’t make them trust anything.
Although this also has the influence of those old Nephalem, I think you still need to reflect on your own problems.
Belief has a large audience in this country, but you also know that they do not believe in your doctrines such as kindness.
But believe that there is heaven and hell.
When they believe in you, it is not to go to heaven, but to avoid going to hell.
They know very well what these guys have done.
So don't make things difficult for me.
I really have no way to make you become the mainstream of faith. "
Constantine said casually while choosing the cigarettes he wanted.
It was as if someone was listening.
Constantine Will not do meaningless things...
Even if this guy sells his own backdoor, it still makes sense...
He won't be bored and play random tricks in the air.
“If I had a choice, I also wanted to be a good person.
But I later discovered that it is difficult to be a good person.
Not only do you have to be threatened by demons, but you also have to Threatened by humans
Then you have to be manipulated by heaven.
What do you mean by being a good person?
Doing good deeds without leaving a name? Or do you want me to go to hell after death? ”
Constantine was still thinking.
But the guy he contacted never showed up.
...
“There seems to be something wrong with Constantine.
He seems to be really testing me? But I’m not sure, after all, I am not an agent who is good at intelligence investigation.
I'm only good at fighting."
Rumlow said while pressing the earphone with one hand.
In his free hand was a wine bottle without a bottleneck...
"Constantine is really not good at gathering information.
This guy is very good at lying, and I even think it's This guy's lies can't even be detected by a polygraph.
If there's no other way, you can send him directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Vera will be here soon. The holy mountain of Harrogas, Constantine is a demon hunter anyway,
It’s normal to hand him over to Vera! "
Luke's voice came through the earphones...
Luke did not wait stupidly inside the Buster Building during this period.
He and Jessica is splitting up.
Luke is looking for the devil in the streets and asking for information from the devil.
There's no shortage of struggles between these demonic bosses.
But the demons kept silent about the information about their superiors.
So Luke changed his question and asked for information about the enemies of these demonic bosses.
The intelligence collected by the demon was very clear...
As for the demon 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 make it look like they are going to do bad things directly on their faces.
Confessing information about other demons is actually dragging other demons into trouble. No one knows how much of it is due to jealousy.
But after 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.
"How about you contact Natasha first?
Maybe she has a way to get information out of Constantine."
Lang Molo made a suggestion.
But this suggestion is not very good...
"I think we should tie him up directly.
Then pull down the doorstep of the Elder's Temple and kick him!
I remember that this guy doesn't seem to be a tough guy.
As long as It’s not a matter of human life and death. This guy surrenders faster than I can get into bed.”
Luke hesitated and gave a solution.
Although this method sounds extremely rough, 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 Temple of the Elders is really 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, everyone in that place is familiar.
There should be no outsiders talking nonsense. "
Rumlow put forward his own ideas and suggestions...
"You mean Archangel?
The Archangel wants to interfere in the internal affairs of the Nephalem? "
Rumlow curled his lips.
The ancestors on the Holy Mountain have taught how to face the archangel.
That's what he loves!< br>
The worst thing is a fight!
Anyway, the Nephalem and the High Heavens are friends, not superiors or subordinates.
As long as the High Heavens are not fools, they will not break up with the Nephalem at this time!
This place is not a place of refuge!
The archangels are not qualified to torment the Nephalem like they did back then.
There are not many angels nowadays who are perfect.
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!
Now that the archangels are not all together, how can they give advice on the Nephalem’s actions?
“I’m just a little worried.
The archangels are definitely not as harmless as they seem.
And have you forgotten, there are two more from humans? Transformed angels exist? ”
Luke said helplessly.
Two angels transformed from humans, one is Johnny and the other is Father Anderson...
When Alanya, the spider queen, appeared in Buster Tower Going to find the local paradise...
None of these were missed in the surveillance of Buster Tower.
All of them have become one of the materials that have attracted attention.
"You mean those two guys went to blast troops for high-level heaven?"
A few streaks of flesh were squeezed out of Rumlow's face...
It looks like it is I really want to have a fight.
①I personally smoke...but usually in my own room. I basically produce and sell the smell of second-hand smoke, and it’s really unpleasant... So I choose to light another one and smoke it...
② It seems that the idea of sticking your finger into the barrel of a gun to save your life is still theoretical. Is it feasible? I seem to have seen similar instructions somewhere before. Probably the air pressure between the bullet and your finger will be squeezed to the point where the bullet cannot come out. I don’t know whether it will work or not...I don’t have the conditions to try it. If I have the conditions, I wouldn’t dare to try it...
(End of this chapter)