"By the way, do we still want to continue walking that way now?"
Constantine tried to stop Steve's group's actions.
The previous battles let him know the fighting power of these people, but he didn't think that continuing to act would be a good thing.
As a psychic, he has some ability similar to precognition. Although it is not clear, Constantine believes in this feeling.
"This is our mission. We will have people come and take you away later."
As the person who is best at diplomacy, Coulson made a statement to Constantine.
Coulson's tone is always gentle, making it easier for him to win the trust of others.
"Those guys are obviously not human beings. Even those vampire bastards are not as powerful as these soldiers."
Constantine wanted to stop these people's actions, but he felt that this matter was not that simple.
And it is very likely that he will be completely involved in the field of occultism.
Although he could always find a way to deal with those mythical beings, Constantine didn't really want to see those things.
Besides, he had never even heard of vampires dressed as soldiers before.
"Besides, that Robin Hood has no arrows anymore. Don't you really want to consider taking some rest first?"
Constantine was still persuading Steve and the others, the cigarette in his hand was twirling between his fingers, and he was very uneasy.
"I think he must know something. Maybe we can interrogate him first."
Melinda looked at Constantine with a cold tone.
Melinda and Colson have known each other for a long time, and occasionally when encountering situations like this, she is the one who puts pressure on the other party.
Now that hell is completely blocked, Constantine is no different from ordinary people when his strongest support disappears.
The ability of a necromancer does not seem to be much different from that of a person with super powers.
At least for these agents, who mainly deal with super-powered crimes, there isn't much of a difference.
"I said, I really don't know anything! You can ask him!"
Constantine pointed at John Witness, trying to prove his innocence.
John Witness can prove that he has nothing to do with the previous vampire soldiers, but the problem is that Coulson and the others will not believe John Witness's testimony.
"I don't think your father will state this matter fairly." Hawkeye interjected: "Although I didn't expect Night Demon to have a son, and he seems to be quite young."
"He is not my son."
John Wigger's voice was a little angry, and he lifted his dog's body up with both hands.
"I just got married a few years ago, and I have never done anything to be sorry for my wife."
"So, what do you call this gentleman?"
It was Coulson who interrupted the awkward situation.
"John Constantine, expert in occult matters."
Constantine dug into his pocket and took out a crumpled A4 paper.
He doesn't even have his business card now.
The A4 paper was taken away by Melinda, and Melinda opened the A4 paper directly.
"I signed this contract in a fair and open manner without any coercion. I will use Carter Shrey's soul to regain my freedom in exchange for a marker. The signer Mephisto witnessed.
Person: John Constantine? What is this?”
"Ma'am, you need to know that it is not a good habit to take things from other people's hands."
Constantine's tone was a little unhappy, and Mephisto's name lit up on the paper.
Then Melinda felt a trance, and Steve directly supported her.
"What did you do!"
Coulson pointed his gun directly at Constantine, and Hawkeye also took out a throwing knife to guard John Wicker.
"Although Hell and the human world are completely sealed, the name of the Lord of Hell is not something mortals like you can pronounce, especially since it is the name signed by it personally."
Constantine flicked away the ashes of his cigarette and seemed not to care at all about the pistol in front of him.
"Once again, John Constantine, expert in the occult, you can count on me."
(As long as you don’t team up with me)
Constantine looked calm, knowing that the people in front of him would believe him.
John Wick does not intend to express his opinion.
He had just seen Mephisto's existence and had no doubts about it.
"Okay, Coulson, put the gun down."
Steve let go of Melinda who regained consciousness.
Melinda immediately picked up the pistol and pointed it at Constantine. As for the contract, she did not throw it down, but grabbed it in her hand.
"I'm Steve Rogers, the Steve Rogers you know."
Captain America extended his hand.
After experiencing the pressure brought by Bulqueso, he believed in the existence of hell.
Constantine also extended his hand.
When we hold hands, we know each other.
"You're Captain America? But where's your shield?"
Constantine was a little curious.
"It was damaged during the battle and is being repaired."
Steve didn't seem to think this was something that couldn't be said.
"Ah, I remember that shield is indestructible..."
Constantine asked, definitely which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted.
"The problem now is that if you don't tell us useful information, then you can only act with us."
Steve avoided the topic.
"If you are willing to tell me your purpose, I can probably divine it."
Constantine didn't want to go forward, and now he regretted having angered Angel.
Otherwise, he should be sitting on the sofa now, enjoying the comfort brought by good health.
"I think you should call for backup first."
John Wick said.
He didn't think there would be only one squad of organized soldiers.
…
Hellboy sat in his RV, waiting for the next step.
His body type is really not suitable for showing up when it's still dark.
Although he also wants to put himself in the sight of ordinary people and become a hero like Captain America.
He was tired of feeling like no one knew what he was doing.
As long as the aura he felt moved again, he would be able to detect it immediately.
It's just that that guy seems to have hidden his existence after coming to the human world. Now he can only stay in the nearby area and wait for the next move.
In fact, the aura displayed by that guy is not very powerful to him.
At most, it's almost the same as him.
But Hellboy has never been good at pursuing and investigating tasks. After all, this big man can't ask the victims for clues in person.
Maybe if he went to a cemetery, he could still find some beings who could help him, but there was nothing he could do if there were only living people.
"I'm starting to miss Abel. I really don't understand why that bastard wants Abel to participate in the battle as a warrior. It's obviously better at psychics and data analysis."
Hellboy muttered to himself and took out a cigar from the table.
The sweetness brought by the chocolate bar can calm him down more, but he feels that he has already grown up, so smoking can better show his maturity.
This chapter has been completed!