In the basement of the Continental Hotel, there is a huge underground stage.
To be honest, the atmosphere here feels very good, but I don’t know why Noah felt uncomfortable when he entered here.
It's not that there is evil hidden here or anything else, but Noah found that he didn't like this feeling of having fun in the dark.
Not only Noah, but Constantine also had a general feeling that he seemed to have gone back to the past.
When I was in Los Angeles, there was a club owned by a damn guy named Midnight, and the atmosphere inside was pretty much the same as it is now.
He didn't like this guy Midnight, so naturally he didn't feel too comfortable with the atmosphere here.
What's more, Constantine is too lazy to wear that damn hat now. He thinks that this guy named Wick is the one who pirated him, so why should he block it?
So naturally he had to point and point along the way, which made him dislike this ghost place even more.
"It's really annoying. It feels like going to a midnight club."
"Who's to say otherwise? I don't like that guy, and it's the same here. He's obviously not doing anything good, but he still pretends to be a gentleman."
Noah and Constantine started complaining in a low voice. They were not afraid of getting into trouble, and it didn't matter who heard them.
However, this place was too noisy, and I'm afraid no one could hear what the two of them were saying. Even if they heard it, they would probably nod in agreement.
Soon, a few of them came to Winston's side under the leadership of Wick. Noah looked at the old guy curiously.
I have to say that this old guy does look very elegant, and he looks a little out of place sitting in this bar.
When Noah looked at him, he was also looking at Noah and others.
He heard from Cuarón that there were some "strange guys" in the Continental Hotel today. It was obvious that these people were them, and it was exactly what Cuarón said. These people gave him an inexplicable and depressing feeling.
Winston felt very interesting. He was never afraid of anyone, even those on the high table. He was not too worried.
His geographical location has given him unparalleled connections and he has very high self-confidence. Now he is just curious about the identities of these people.
"Jonathan, I didn't expect you to come back." Winston took a sip of wine and smiled: "Also, I didn't expect you to be friends with Mr. Byrne, and you would come back with two friends."
"Hello Winston." Wick nodded slightly: "I have something to ask you."
"Oh? As far as I know, you are not the kind of person who cleans up messes, and I didn't expect you to have a brother."
Winston did not answer directly. He turned his head and looked at Noah and others: "Sit down, gentlemen, I will pay for all the expenses this time."
"First of all, let me state that I am not his brother." Constantine sat down directly: "Secondly, if I find that you are misunderstanding, I guarantee that you can replace him the next day."
"Oh?" Winston frowned, and suddenly he laughed again: "It seems like your brother has a bad temper..."
Before Winston could finish speaking, Constantine had already strangled his neck and silently pressed a pistol to his forehead.
His move immediately attracted the attention of other killers, and the entire noisy bar suddenly became unusually quiet.
Noah tilted his head, completely ignoring these killers.
Constantine has Constantine's style of dealing with things, and what Constantine does definitely has his purpose - when facing these ordinary people, Noah trusts him very much, so he has no intention of intervening.
"I told you, but you don't seem to believe me."
Constantine pinched Winston's neck very tightly, as if the guy was about to suffocate: "Now, if I ask anything, you just say it. You know? When I see you, I feel like I saw a certain guy, which makes me
I feel very unhappy.”
After saying that, Constantine threw the guy directly on the sofa.
But the next moment, many killers suddenly rushed towards them, but Constantine didn't panic at all.
He raised his hand slightly, and the next moment his pistol fired continuously. With every gunshot, a killer fell to the ground. After all nine bullets were fired, no one dared to step forward easily.
"You did something like this in the Continental Hotel. Do you know the consequences of doing this, young man?" Winston's temper was pretty good, but his expression seemed to be more solemn now.
"You can also guess that we are not killers, nor are we serving you. Do you think I will care?"
Constantine knelt down and whispered beside Winston, and while speaking, he took out the ID that Fury had prepared for him: "Take a good look at it for yourself, do you think you are very powerful in my eyes?"
Winston frowned, and when he picked up the evidence that Constantine threw to him and looked at it seriously, his expression suddenly changed.
Because he clearly saw the SHIELD logo printed on this certificate, and the special badge on it also impressed him deeply.
No wonder this guy dared to attack me unscrupulously, no wonder this guy dared to shoot in the Continental Hotel, it turned out that this guy was not afraid of himself and any high-end tables at all!
Obviously, in Winston's eyes, Constantine is an agent, an agent with terrifying personal power.
These killers may not be afraid of him, but don't forget that behind this guy is SHIELD!
During the Battle of New York, although S.H.I.E.L.D. was buried by the magicians and superheroes, Winston paid more attention to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Because he knew that magicians would not necessarily pay attention to them - he did not expect that there would be such boring magicians, and those superheroes might find trouble for him, but as long as he didn't behave too much, that would be fine.
SHIELD is the only organization that is most likely to cause trouble for him and has the ability to get rid of them.
To be honest, Gaotai Desk has been operating for so many years, and its network of contacts is unimaginably vast.
No one is willing to touch them easily, but once an organization like SHIELD has made up its mind, there is absolutely no problem in touching them!
Although the protectors of the High Table are powerful, what if they fall first?
And Winston also thought, since SHIELD has sent such a high-level agent in, does it mean that it has made up its mind?
"What do you want?" Winston thought for a long time, then he slowly sat up and motioned to the people around him to clear the place, and finally asked thoughtfully.
"Viggo Trasov." Konstantin sat down again and took out a cigarette and lit it.
"You want that Russian guy?" Winston looked at Wick with some disbelief: "To help Jonathan?"
"That's right. By the way, we will also let him enter the desert of Jerusalem." Constantine took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled some white mist: "He is an unlucky guy, a person who was forced to get involved.
, we don’t care about his past, as long as he can help us, he can live the life he wants."
The implication of this sentence is already very heavy. How could Winston, who had managed to sneak into the management, not understand the meaning of this sentence?
Obviously, helping Wick deal with Vigo was just incidental. Their main goal was actually the person on the high table in the desert.
Winston had no doubt that these agents could do it, so he thought for a moment: "Is Viggo in the hotel he owns? But this is intentional. I think it is already full of killers."
"Go on." Constantine showed some smile: "I am starting to be interested. If you can make me more interested, I will also tell you something that interests you."
"Those people are all old acquaintances of Wick." Winston continued: "The number is about fifty, the details are not very clear. As for the gentleman in Jerusalem... he is indeed difficult to find, but I
It can accurately tell you a route, a path they must take."
"Very good, Mr. Winston." Constantine showed a smile at this time: "I like to cooperate with people like you. If you can still remain silent, then I can guarantee that no matter what the situation is in the future, this place will be the best place for you."
Your home turf. Of course, if I find out..."
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Marston." Before Constantine could finish speaking, Winston raised his glass, shook it, and took a sip.
"Very good, nice cooperation, Mr. Winston." Constantine smiled, then he stood up and turned to leave.
Noah and Jason followed immediately, while Wick stayed where he was, obviously he still needed to communicate with Winston.
All the way out of the bar, no one dared to attack them. As long as Winston did not issue an order, these killers must abide by the rules of the Continental Hotel.
"Let me ask you, are you good enough?" When they reached the elevator, Noah slowly said, "Are you so sure he will help?"
"It's none of my business that SHIELD is being blamed anyway." Constantine said completely nonchalantly: "And this guy is a very ambitious person. I have come into contact with too many people. Guys like him are very
Obviously I want a new identity, one that is no longer hidden in the darkness, so..."
"So you might as well use your identity as SHIELD."
Noah spread his hands. Of course, he knew that Winston was an ambitious man. In the future, he not only resisted the high table, but even deliberately let Wick go to seek revenge when he knew the outcome.
Constantine's approach only accelerated his behavior.
It's just that Constantine really does everything possible. With his identity as SHIELD and some small observations, he directly deceived both SHIELD and Winston.
"What a big scam."
Noah sighed with emotion, but at this moment, Noah's cell phone suddenly rang...