In the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D.
“‘I am courage’? Do you think you are different? Because Mr. Prius, there are many people like you. You just don’t know it yet.”
In Prius: "..."
“Then come and meet the Hell Detective!”
Constantine was sitting in Nick Fury's office chair, spinning around, holding a cigar in his mouth and talking nonsense.
At this moment, he couldn't even look at Iprius in front of him calmly.
Because Prius felt his fist harden, Solarion also began to convey a strange emotion to him.
“This guy needs to be dealt with a bit!”
As Rumlow said this, he slapped Constantine from his chair and knocked him to the ground.
Hand took the cigar from Constantine's mouth, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it.
After making sure that it was not stained with Constantine's saliva, he took a deep sip.
Thick smoke blew out from his mouth.
"Tell me, what do you want? If the High Heaven is really what you said, then you won't come here to chat away from Bulkeso's eyes and ears."
Rumlow casually stubbed out his cigar on Constantine's suit, burning two holes in it with the scattered cigarette butts. Then he turned his attention from Imprius to Auriel.
"Damn it, I rented this suit. Although I didn't agree on the lease term and rent with the boss. But I will curse you, Rumlow! I will definitely curse you!"
Constantine got up from the ground with a curse, took off his suit and patted the hole above.
“But if you are willing to pay the compensation for this suit for me, I may consider not cursing you, a thousand yuan for each hole.”
Constantine glared at Rumlow and said.
"Oh." Rumlow took the suit from Constantine's hand, and then used a lighter to burn the two holes into one.
Then he took out a thousand dollars from his pocket and put the suit into Constantine's hand.
“Just right.”
Rumlow clapped his hands.
Then he continued to look at Auriel.
Agent Hill stood aside wearing a charming green tights with a complicated expression.
“Since we are going to talk about this in front of you, we will not avoid Bulcaisuo.”
Aurel tugged on Imprius's hand and said to Rumlow.
And Rumlow scoffed at this.
Who knows whether you will silence me directly?
His face was full of this emotion. Mocott, who was observing all this, wished he could give Rumlow some mercy to correct his brain.
So Mocott made a threatening cough.
They can silence you, but they can also silence me?
At this time, Auriel smiled softly.
“I need human beings to have their own power, not the kind of power full of accidents and opportunities, but the power of hope.”
Aurel spoke slowly, and the radiance of hope once again spread to these agents.
“Bulkessor will know, and he will definitely not stop me from doing this. After all, we are human beings now, aren’t we?”
Aurel looked at Rumlow, or more accurately, at Mocott, who was inhabiting Rumlow.
Mocott let out a dissatisfied "hum".
“Bulcaisel doesn’t make decisions about other people’s lives, but I do!”
Mocott spoke coherently and appeared in everyone's sight.
This was with the help of Rumlow's power, so Rumlow, who was very weak after the previous battle, fell to the ground with a thud.
Constantine's eyes were shining with excitement and he took out his wallet from Rumlow's pocket.
Then he threw the wallet into Rumlow's arms with a look of displeasure.
“Damn it, you only have a thousand dollars? Why did you make two holes into one?”
While Constantine was speaking, he glanced at Auriel intentionally or unintentionally.
Then he unnaturally retracted his wrists into his shirt.
This kind of action would not escape Agent Hill and Melinda's observation, so...
The Iron Cavalry of Justice flips his wrist!
Constantine’s arm made a snapping sound and was revealed to everyone’s sight.
There is a pattern like a fat tiger drawn with a marker on it. (Ю:】
“Hehe, I was discovered by you, hehe~”
Constantine smiled strangely and pulled his wrist out of Melinda's hand. The smiles on his faces were so bright that he couldn't even see his eyes.
"What's this?"
Aurel asked with interest.
“Ouch, just a little mark, I think it will help me relax. My angel~”
Constantine continued to smile, still unable to see his eyes.
On Constantine’s other arm, the same pattern from before appeared, but this pattern was glowing with soft white light.
Prius took a deep look at Constantine, pointed at Mocott with the Solarion in his hand and said:
“Mocott, this isn’t Harrogath, so you probably need to have a little respect for courage.”
A very illusory feeling of mercy appeared on Mocott's hand, and then disappeared after hesitating for a moment.
He is not on the Holy Mountain now, and the only thing that can support his appearance is Rumlow's anger.
But now Rumlow cannot support him to continue fighting.
So Mocott glared at Imprius with an expression that said, "I have the guts to come to the toilet."
Aurel smiled at Constantine, and then stopped Imprius.
Constantine is a smart man, and he probably already understands Auriel's plan.
So I told Oriel in this way to "have a private chat if I have something to do".
There is even a mention of an “angel,” Angel Dawson.
This guy is a little more responsible than Oriel thinks.
“Believe in hope and you will gain strength. That’s all.”
Aurel said lightly.
“What do we need to pay?”
Melinda took the question directly and acted very tough.
“Just give your faith and that’s enough. Hope won’t hurt anyone.”
Aurel’s words made Constantine’s eyebrows twitch.
It’s hard to say whether elusive hope is harmful or not.
At least one mage he knew had some ideas about this.
That man clearly knew where his mother’s soul was, right in front of him, but he could never touch it.
This is definitely harmful.
But now it is much more troublesome. The man will probably never hear from his mother again.
Constantine thought so.
The original hell has been shattered. Who knows where the souls who were taken away by the Lord of Hell are now.
“We’re not your only choice, aren’t we?”
Melinda took a step forward. During negotiations, the approach of a strong party can bring a sense of oppression.
This kind of thing has long been a subconscious move for Melinda.
“Tell the truth and we can think about it.”
Hill had to join the conversation.
Although her identity is somewhat complicated.
Green Lantern, the top executive of S.H.I.E.L.D., the eyes installed by the Board of Directors.
The messy identity makes it very troublesome for her to do things.
"The devil may not be the only enemy you will encounter. I need more people to have hope and believe in hope."
Aurel said this.
Hope is her. If human beings really have hope and believe in her wholeheartedly, then she will replace those heroes and control the hope of this world.
At that time, even if anyone is dissatisfied with this, it will be time for Bulcaisel to fulfill its promise.
Besides, courage is all around you. Facing ordinary enemies, courage is powerful enough to make people fearful.
“Impossible. Ordinary people will panic if they know this!”
Hill directly rejected Oriel's proposal.
Few people would consider distant dangers unless they experience immediate pain.
Smiled because of the Prius.
People will be afraid when they know they are in danger.
So Diavolo will gradually become stronger, which is why Diavolo has never worried about becoming the enemy of the world.
Those who know this have already reached a consensus and will not actively spread news about him.
But the courage is here.
“Courage be with you.”
Because the Prius began to radiate light and heat, his words were very convincing.
The light and heat fill the cold night with courage. As long as the Prius exists, no matter how dangerous the situation is, you will never fall into despair.
Constantine shook his hand, and then pinched the mark left by Auriel.
Aurel's voice rang out from his heart.
“Are you going to become an angel?”
Hearing this, Constantine's smile became even more distorted.
“I just don’t want the people I know to become angels. After all, there is a difference between them being ‘willing’ to die to help me and me killing them as enemies with my own hands.”
Constantine said this.
He doesn’t trust Auriel, nor does he trust Imprius.
Even hope and courage are bullshit to him, not as attractive as the leather wallet on Rumlow.
So Constantine bent down and picked up Rumlow's wallet, threw back all the IDs and other things inside except for the SHIELD ID, then put the money inside and put the wallet back.
In the pocket.
SHIELD's credentials are more effective and authentic than his cover-up method.
Just changing the photo will solve the problem.
“Can you stop me? Or do you know someone who can stop me and bring hope?”
Aurel found it a little funny.
It is not something that a mortal like Constantine, who is not very trusted by his compatriots, can do to stop an angel.
And what she did did not "harm" the world, it just stole a more powerful position in the world.
“Let me think about it, the barbarians may not stop you, but what about the devil of hell?”
Constantine's words made Auriel change his expression.
“Of course, you can also let the man over there pierce my vagina with his spear now, but your goal will be over.
Killing an ordinary person who, in their eyes, has done nothing, is enough to put an end to this cooperation.”
Constantine finally stopped smiling, and faced Auriel with his twinkling eyes.
"I'm not joking!"
Constantine released his hand holding the mark and opened his mouth to speak.
“Rumlow, you still owe me a thousand dollars, no, it’s ten thousand dollars now.”
Constantine knelt down and patted Rumlow on the back of the head.
Aurel knew that Constantine had fulfilled his threat.
As long as she and Imperius continue, this man will definitely do what he said.
As long as angels want something from humans, they cannot let demons dominate.
After the war between angels and demons, humans will still exist.
It’s just not too comfortable.
Strange balance!
At that time, Auriel and Imprius, who have now taken off the title of Archangel, will become the focus of the first wave of attacks!
And they will die!
Prius felt that Auriel seemed a little angry and turned his head to look at her.
Aurel shook her head slightly, still smiling.
“Since you still can’t accept it, let’s end the meeting here, but our suggestions will continue to take effect.”
Prius put away Solarion and then disappeared together with Auriel.
Morcott glanced at Constantine, and then returned to Rumlot's body.
It's just that Rumlow will not regain his strength immediately just because he returns.
So Rumlow still fell to the ground, watching his driver's license and other documents slip from his chest to the ground.
…
Luke was hanging alone on a tree.
That’s right, Maddock did it.
His hands and feet were tied, and two ropes pulled him straight and hung him in the air.
The rope was made from demon skin taken from Rasuk. It was very strong. At least for now, Luke was not able to break free on his own.
By the way, there was a carrot hanging less than ten centimeters in front of him.
Not far away, the almost useless Zi Man was hiding behind a stone and looking nervously at Luke.
He suspected that this was a bait used to catch him, even the carrot in front of Luke seemed like a bait.
Zi Ren knew that he was destined to die, and even if he lived now, it would be meaningless.
What can a body like flesh and blood smeared on a stone do?
Be careful when walking, don't let the flesh and blood on your body fall to the ground and become food for the newly revived little animals.
Especially a husky who was always chasing him. That husky always had a leg bone in its mouth, and it didn't look like it was going to be hungry.
But Ziren suspected that he would still be thrown to the ground and eaten by that guy.
After all, when a dog wags its tongue and charges at a person very excitedly, its posture is quite scary.
His only thought now is whether he should do something big before he dies.
For example, killing Luke who was hanging.
“Hey! Bastard, if you can untie the rope, I will give you a happier death. What do you think?”
Luke shouted to the purple man who was not hiding at all.
It is really difficult to hide the stone body, especially when the minced meat will fall to the ground from time to time.
Those little things like mice followed behind, pointing to the purple man's position like an arrow.
That’s why Luke said this.
Zi Ren silently walked out from behind the stone, and then climbed up the tree with some difficulty.
I untied the rope even though my hands were very inflexible.
With a pop, the carrot fell to the ground...
“I will make your death not so pleasant! Bastard!”
When Luke said these words, the sound of grinding his teeth in his mouth was enough to scare away those little mice.
Zi Ren looked at Luke deeply with his empty eye sockets, and then slowly climbed down from the tree.
“Slap yourself, Luke!”
Zi Ren doesn’t know how he can speak with his stone body, but he can speak.
Although every time I speak, a few pieces of flesh will fall off my body.
But when he saw Luke's movements getting bigger and bigger, he felt a little excited.
Especially Luke's eyes were full of anger, which made him feel happy.
The person he controls is awake, so anger is not uncommon.
In any case, it will turn into fear and despair in the end.
The superpower of controlling other people's bodies didn't work very well the last time he used it on Jessica as Lord Skyhammer.
This made him think that his superpower was useless.
At the moment, an immobile Luke is just fine as a guinea pig.
“Hmm? Do you think Luke needs to wake up too?”
A rough voice came from behind Ziren.
Ziren turned around tremblingly and saw Madoc rubbing his chin with his hand and looking at Luke with some doubts in his eyes.
Madoc just didn't figure out how to give Luke more.
"But slapping is a bit too much. People have dignity, and slapping is more like an insult than a punishment."
Madoc glanced at Ziren and spoke softly.
Luke's previous performance cannot be said to be good, but it is not bad either.
It’s just that Madoc is still worried about Luke following Sonya to the secret realm.
Even if this is the reward Sonya promised, it will indeed be of great benefit to Luke.
But there are still some dangers.
“Slap yourself until I say stop!”
Zi Ren spoke to Madok nervously.
But he seems to have forgotten something.
"Um?"
Madoc looked at the purple man with wide eyes, a little confused.
The expression was like an ordinary person seeing a monster standing in front of him.
"What do you mean?"
Madoc slapped Zi Ren on the face, causing half of the flesh on his face to fall to the ground.
By the way, there is half a stone.
Madoc is a soul, and the soul is not controlled by hormones.
Luke, who was hanging, moved more and more loudly, but the rope made of devil's skin became tighter and tighter.
So Luke finally couldn't help talking.
"Ancestor Madok! Please! Don't kill him! He is my chosen prey, and I will use his head as a bride price for the Big Bear Tribe!"
Luke roared loudly.
Madoc turned his head and glanced at the purple man who looked like a sculpture.
“I bet if you go to Cassius with the head of this thing, you’ll say goodbye to your teeth!”
Madoc kicked off the purple man's stone legs and then threw an ax casually, cutting the rope that tied Luke's hands.
Luke landed on the ground with a thud, maintaining his standing posture well.
“He used to be Jessica’s nightmare, and I plan to prove to Jessica that I can protect her!”
Luke sat on the ground, untying the rope with both hands.
The sound was loud and angry, as if he was wearing an interstellar battle helmet.
“So you’re going to let Jessica take charge of your housework? Then you have to work harder.”
Madoc said casually, then took out a mouse and threw it towards Ziren's face.
With a sound of "pia!", another piece of flesh and blood appeared on Ziren's face.
Looking a lot like before.
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