"Konstantin, what do you want to say when you asked me to come out?

If you're talking nonsense, I'm sure I'll knock out some of your teeth. "

Rumlow and Constantine walk into a convenience store a few blocks outside the Buster Building…

Martial law has been imposed around the Buster Building, and ordinary people have been evacuated.

So even if you want to buy something, you have to go farther.

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

It is said to look at it, but it is actually to look at the alcohol content...

After getting used to the taste of spirits, 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 your health are not meant for non-drinkers either…

These words are addressed to alcoholics who drink like hell...

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

Fortunately, the body of a nephalem cannot be generalized from that of ordinary people.

The damage of wine is somewhat similar to that of poison, and Nephalem has a decent resistance to poison...

"I just want to ask if you have thought about how to face the archangel."

Constantine refilled himself another cigarette as he spoke.

This move made Rumlow frown.

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

Rumlow looked unhappy.

Cigarettes are also very harmful to people...

Both carbon dioxide and tar will affect the oxygen circulation of the human body...and even kill some red blood cells...

It's just a reason to drink with rumlo, Nephalem is not the same as ordinary people...

And the reason for Rumlow's displeasure was simply that he was choked.

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

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

My only thought now is to find those **** HYDRA and find the list of victims!

Otherwise, if I want to atone for my sins, I won't be able to find a victim. "

Rumlow immediately picked up all the wine on the shelf and planned to check out.

What Constantine said is not nonsense anymore.

It's just that Rumlow has no plans to take care of the archangel yet.

One is that he can't manage it, and he can't beat it...

At least for now, it seems that those archangels have a pretty good attitude towards ordinary people.

If Malthael was only looking for trouble for guys related to demons, most ordinary people would not be targeted.

Since then, Rumlow didn't care much about it.

"You don't always think that those archangels don't have the slightest idea of ​​human beings, do you?

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

All power has a price.

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

This is a bit harsh, but it can still be regarded as a fair transaction.

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

We only know the codenames and names of the Archangels.

You say you trust those archangels? Do not make jokes!

If you trust others without distinction, that is the most ridiculous thing.

You used to be an agent, albeit only in combat.

But you have to be a little skeptical, 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 check out with a big handful of wine in his arms.

Obviously, no matter whether Rumlow was a little shaken or not, he didn't intend to tell Constantine.

This result is not bad, at least much better than Rumlow's direct rejection of righteous words.

Keep the change, please.

Rumlow took out a beautiful knife from his backpack, and after counting it was definitely enough to pay the bill, he put it on the table.

Then I picked up a packing bag and started packing wine.

The clerk in front of him was just an ordinary person, so Rumlow didn't stuff the wine into his backpack in front of him.

"Hey, fetch me two packs of silk cards to add 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.

There's still a little distance between you and me. "

Rumlow 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, lives in a high-end apartment, and the law and order in that place is very good.

Although he also visited such places as convenience stores in the alleys of the neighborhood when he was doing missions.

But when a team of special agents is doing arrest missions, they will never encounter robbers...

This was the first time he had encountered someone robbing him.

"Well, please hurry up, clerk.

My silk card needs two packs.

Of course, if you have the whole article here, I want it too. "

Constantine didn't even look at the shotgun in front of him, but continued to harass Rumlow after saying a few casual words.

"Man, let me tell you.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and it is not a big deal to occasionally rely on the power of angels or demons.

But you must at least know who the enemy and friend of mankind are!

According to my years of experience, the only friend of man is man himself.

The enemy of human beings is everyone who wants to get something from human beings.

That, brother, don't pick me up with the barrel of the gun.

I'm talking about business.

If you want to rob, you should also point the 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 advanced lung cancer a few days ago.

I'm like a good smoker now. "

Constantine talks directly to both ends...

It's not that he didn't have the truth in his mouth, at most he didn't make it clear...

Constantine did suffer from lung cancer a few days ago.

Now I really want to smoke a good cigarette.

The problem is that he has been cured of lung cancer.

Although it is a treatment method of pulling away the broken internal organs and regrowing them.

But who is to say that this method of treatment is not effective?

This treatment is healthier and quicker than cloning your own organs and transplanting...

Except that the brain cannot be treated in this way, other injuries can basically be treated in this way.

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

"Boy, if you don't put down the gun I'll 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 gun-wielding clerk.

This guy's aura is not a good one.

It's a little dark, but it's not to the point where it's not fun to die.

It is also a good idea to send it to the hospital.

"boom!"

The gun went off.

Then the clerk with the gun was wounded in the face by the shotgun that exploded...

As for how the gun exploded, it was Rumlow who stuffed his finger into the barrel...

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

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

"Konstantin, everyone says you're a nuisance.

I recognize this evaluation more and more.

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

Rumlow didn't get back the money he gave.

It's normal to have to pay for things.

As for the robbery, that's another matter.

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

My cigarettes are never enough. "

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

Rumlow had already shown his extraordinary side, so naturally he didn't have to pretend to leave with a pile of wine.

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

If an outsider came in at this time, he would most likely regard Constantine as the murderer.

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

This looks like a crime...

"Archangel, you have seen it.

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

It's just that you really have no way to make them trust anything.

Although this also has the influence of those old nephalem, but 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 what they believe in is not your teachings like kindness.

Instead, I believe that where there is heaven, there is hell.

They believe in you, it is not for going to heaven, but for not going to hell.

What this group of guys did themselves, they knew very well.

So stop embarrassing me.

I really have no way to make you the mainstream of faith. "

Constantine said casually while choosing the cigarettes he wanted.

It's like some guy is just listening.

Constantine doesn't do things that don't make sense...

Even if this guy sells his back door, it makes sense...

He won't be idle and play tricks with the air.

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

But I later discovered that being a good person is not easy.

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

Then it has to be handled by heaven.

What do you mean by being a good person?

Trying to do a good deed without leaving your name? Or do I have to go to **** after I die? "

Constantine was still thinking about it.

But the guy he contacted never showed up.

…

"There seems to be something wrong with Constantine.

Does he seem to be 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 pressing the earphone with one hand.

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

"Konstantin is really not good at gathering information.

This guy is so good at lying, I don't even think this guy's lies can be detected by a lie detector.

If there is no other way, you send him directly to Harrogath Mountain.

Vera is going to the holy mountain of Harrogath soon, anyway, Constantine is a witcher,

It's normal to hand him over to Vera! "

Luke's voice came through the earphones...

Luke didn't wait in the Buster Building stupidly during this time.

He and Jessica are splitting up.

Luke looked for the devil to clean up in the streets and alleys, and asked the devil for information by the way.

There is no shortage of struggles between these demonic bosses.

But the demons kept silent about the intelligence of their superiors.

So Luke changed the way of asking, asking about the intelligence of the opponents of these demon bosses.

After receiving it, the information collected by the devil is very clear...

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

The demons of the Burning Hells don't like the pact thing.

These things engrave their own desire to do bad things directly on their faces.

Confiding information about other demons is actually dragging other demons into the water, and no one knows how many of them are due to jealousy.

But thinking about it, there is such a thing as jealousy.

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

If this guy didn't take the opportunity to add some private goods, he wouldn't be the king of jealousy.

Luke got the information about Vera from Jessica.

Jessica can be regarded as directly integrated into the circle of the barbarian ancestors.

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

There is little resistance to Jessica's integration 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's mouth. "

Rumlow made a suggestion.

It's just not a good suggestion...

"I think we should just tie him up.

Then pull down the gate of the Elder Temple and kick it!

This guy doesn't seem to be a tough guy as I remember.

As long as it's not a matter of human life or death, this guy surrenders faster than I can go to bed. "

After hesitating for a moment, Luke offered a solution.

Although this method sounds extraordinarily rude, it unexpectedly makes people want to do it...

"Isn't that appropriate?"

Rumlow hesitated.

"We can't gather so many people if we play in circles.

The Temple of the Elders is really too big.

How about you call someone over and we'll do it right at the Buster Building?

Although it is not very friendly to the image of the barbarian, 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 intervene in the internal affairs of the Nephalem? "

Rumlow pouted.

The ancestors on the holy mountain have taught how to face the Archangel.

That's what he loves!

It's a big deal to fight!

Anyway, the nephalem and the high-level heaven are friendship, not subordinates.

As long as the high-level heaven is not a fool, it will not break up with Nephalem at this time!

This place is not sanctuary!

Archangels are not qualified to toss the Nephalem like they did back then.

Nowadays, there are not many angels who are full of calculations.

Even if the Archangel of Wisdom Marthael returned to his position, it would not be able to cause a large number of high-level heavens to explode in a short period of time!

The archangels are not complete now, how can they give pointers to the nephalem?

"I'm just a little worried~lightnovelpub.net~The archangels are definitely not as harmless as they seem.

And have you forgotten that there are also two human-turned-angels? "

Luke said a little helplessly.

Two human-turned-angels, Johnny and Father Anderson...

These two guys went to find the local paradise when Alanya Spider Queen showed up at Buster Mansions...

Not a single one of these was missed in the surveillance at the Buster Building.

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

"You mean those two guys went to the high-level heaven blasters?"

Rumlow's face squeezed out a few horizontal lines...

It looks like he really wants to fight.