Rumlow was driving towards Constantine's office, and he saw the surveillance video that kept repeating in Angel's house.
For SHIELD, finding information about Constantine will not be slower than the NYPD system, and now Rumlow is heading to that place.
If you want to know what Bulkesso started fighting, besides asking Bulkesso himself, following this clue is the best option.
Rumlow felt that it was not the time to go to see Bulcasso, so he chose this path.
But before he reached his position, all the lights lighting him went out.
Even the car suddenly lost control and stopped on the road.
In the dark environment, Rumlow felt the aura of the devil.
Unlike Luke and Matthew, he accepted the trial of Tarik. After enduring a battle that was beyond imagination, he was able to vaguely detect the difference between the existence of the two demons.
For example, it would be a bit embarrassing for these guys to say they are demons.
Too weak.
At this time, he heard Luke Cage's roar.
Then Rumlow pinched his wrist and felt the power brought by the ancestors' wrist guards.
Then the hand ax appeared in his hand, and he started running in the direction where Luke's voice came from.
…
"This guy's voice is really loud!"
Constantine took a drag on his cigarette and stuffed the shroud back into his coat pocket.
This thing is a rare consumable. Since someone is willing to fight the devil, it seems that this shroud can be saved.
"Squeak!"
The demons are finally close.
The cheaply made Madonna statue finally ran out of power, and the area fell into complete darkness, except for the spark hanging in Constantine's mouth.
"ha!"
"Xia!"
"drink!"
Three war roars were heard, and the sparks from Constantine's mouth fell to the ground in fright, splashed into several pieces, and then dissipated.
"Damn it! Why three times!?"
Constantine's voice sounded, accompanied by the noisy sound of a sharp blade cutting through the demon's flesh.
Constantine did not see Rumlow approaching, so he was naturally surprised by the three war cries.
Although these three new barbarians have not yet mastered the power of war cry, this does not prevent them from starting to roar.
After all, mastering a combat skill is not something that can be achieved overnight.
Now they are trying to use war cries to inspire anger.
Constantine thought that these demons would be attracted by the three conspicuous targets, so he bent down to pick up the unfinished cigarette.
He just happened to avoid a sharp claw that flashed above his head.
A scream accompanied by gunshots rang out from beside him, causing him to stand up straight.
With the help of the fleeting light from the gun muzzle, he came face to face with the face of an ugly creature.
Then a finger-tiger engraved with crosses and Bible content hit the devil's face.
"Although I don't discriminate against demons, we are not familiar yet! If you want to kiss me, you have to go on at least three dates! And don't forget to brush your teeth!"
Along with Constantine's trash talk, the finger-tiger smashed the confused demon into pieces.
Then he protected Angel behind him.
This battle ended quickly. A group of demons who were not even cannon fodder were probably just warming up under the hands of three new barbarians.
With constant war cries, all the demon soldiers quickly disappeared. Under the wrath of the barbarians, the demons did not have the option of dying and returning to hell.
This dark place finally sees light again.
Constantine spit out the burnt cigarette butt on the ground and made frivolous gestures towards the statue of the Virgin not far away.
"So, what do you call them? DD people? Helmet people and axe people?"
When Constantine turned around to face the three barbarians, he pointed at them one by one with his newly drawn cigarette.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Angel coughed violently, and the smell of sulfur after the demon burned out made her a little bit intolerable.
"Okay, girl, you made me think it was you who had lung cancer, not me."
Constantine patted Angel on the back and said some words of comfort.
"Um……"
Rumlow looked at Luke and Matthew, wondering whether he should call their names.
The three of them were old acquaintances, but looking at Luke and Matthew's outfits, Rumlow hesitated.
The existence of vigilantes is not that unfamiliar to Rumlow. After all, he inevitably sees these guys who are different from ordinary people in his work at SHIELD.
"Okay, since you are no longer in danger, let's leave first."
Matthew tugged on Luke and walked with Luke in the direction they came from.
"What's going on with these miscellaneous things? I've lived in this place for many years, and this is the first time I've encountered them."
Angel could hear Luke complaining casually before leaving.
"Okay, girl, these guys don't seem to be here for me. So there must be some secret in you that I don't know about."
Constantine's expression became unusually serious.
"By the way, this gentleman who looks like one of those mysterious incident handling agencies, do you have anything to tell us?"
Constantine was not too surprised by Rumlow's sudden appearance here.
Now that the demons have really appeared here, it seems that it is not surprising that someone from the official agency comes.
"It existed before, but now it's gone."
Rumlow felt his throat was a little itchy, and at this moment he began to miss the treasures of his ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
"Then, just come with me and let's talk?"
Constantine invites Rumlow.
For him, having a strong teammate is definitely a dream.
At least there is an extra layer of insurance to ensure safety.
Or an object that can be sold.
…
The next evening, Bulcasso sent Gil to stay temporarily in the New York Sanctuary, and then went to the roof of the previous building.
He could feel Rumlow's presence from afar.
On the taller building behind him.
Rumlow and Constantine appeared at the scene of the accident together. Constantine wanted to go to hell through some means the night before to find the soul of the girl named Isabel.
Then he was chased and beaten by a group of demons, and then returned to the human world in embarrassment.
Nothing was found.
Because Isabel's soul was sent to heaven by the Ancient One through those angels.
Now Constantine had to take Angel to the scene to look for traces.
"Are you still not feeling well?"
Standing by the window, Rumlow felt uncomfortable, as if he was being watched from behind the window by his class teacher when he was at school.
I feel a little hairy in my heart.
"You guys in institutions always have no respect for mystery. What do you think mysticism is? Is it something that can be concluded just by thinking about it? Mysticism is a serious subject!"
Constantine stopped asking Angel to recall the past and spoke to Rumlow.
Now he needs to find some traces from this place, such as why the girl chose to die.
"How stupid! Are the NYPD officers so unprofessional when investigating traces? I wonder if it's just a matter of skill?"
Rumlow threw away the terrifying illusion from before, took out a bottle of spray-like substance from his waist, and sprayed it at the window casually.
Of course, he did not forget to ridicule this "professional".
Then a row of writing appeared there.
Well, SHIELD's black technology is probably something like developing water.