"Midnight Daddy's bar, I've always wanted to go in."

Charlie thought in pieces and expressed his attitude to Konstantin beside him.

But this prodigal guy didn't care at all.

Speaking of which, Konstantin has been in prison for a few times, and he lacks the most basic reverence for the world.

"If you're a psychic, you'll be able to get in."

With a burning cigarette in his hand, Konstantin strode into the basement-like bar.

The doorman who showed him the back of a card casually said, "Two frogs on a stool," and walked over.

Charlie imitated Constantine and said the same thing to the doorman, but was pushed out by the tall man who did not look like a living person.

The flipped card depicts a mouse in a skirt, which looks a little funny.

While Charlie and the doorman were battling their wits, Konstantin had already met the wizard known for his voodoo.

Midnight Daddy, as people usually call him, is the one who adds the word "Daddy" to Midnight, and the gangsters add the word "Father they respect" to the end of Midnight.

Midnight's body was accompanied by a lingering stench, like the smell of a corpse.

But he always dressed like a successful man, and perhaps he and Mr. Fisk had a lot of language in common.

"Midnight, do you still think balance is the most important thing now?"

Konstantin smiled cheaply and casually tossed the cigarette butt aside.

"John, I remember I warned you not to litter."

A miserable green flame ignited from the wizard's hand.

"Don't be so serious, I just wanted to tell you that hell seems to be a bit chaotic lately, and those guys seem to have found some kind of hole in the enchantment, and they are popping up one after another."

Ignoring the flame in Midnight's hand, Konstantin reloaded a new cigarette and stretched his head towards the flame.

"That's none of my business, I just follow the balance and stay neutral!"

The fire in Midnight's hand disappeared before he could help Konstantin light his cigarette.

"I'm just here to ask, have you seen anything ......"

Before Konstantin could finish speaking, a guy he knew well walked in.

"Ah, Constantine, I miss you so much."

Dressed like a lawyer or a president, he walked in with the steps of a tango.

In terms of riot, this guy seems to be able to compare a little with Konstantin.

"Balza? Long time no see. ”

Konstantin turned his head to look at the guy who had interrupted him, a hand already in the pocket of the middle of his trench coat.

"Bang!"

"On my turf, you'd better follow my rules!"

Midnight lined up on the table with a palm, and with an angry attitude put an end to this possible conflict, and by the way, he also swore an oath of sovereignty.

"Ah, midnight, my old fellow! How could I embarrass you? ”

Konstantin reached into his pocket and took out a box of matches, then struck a flame and lit the cigarette on his mouth.

Balza's all-black eyes flashed a faintly red light, and his hand took a coin from his pocket and played with it on his fingertips.

"You know, I never cheat on a friend."

Konstantin walked to Balza's side, turned to stand in line with Balza, and said to Midnight with a wink.

"It's never easy to be a friend."

Midnight's icy tone was a sign that the guy wasn't too happy anymore.

"How so? You say yes, right? Balza, my old buddy, old friend. ”

Konstantin's hand was directly on Balza's shoulder, showing that he looked like a good buddy.

"If you take that damn shroud out of my pocket."

Balza sneered in response to Konstantin.

"This is a holy relic collected by the priest in the church, which can protect you from demons, how can you refuse my kindness?"

Konstantin looked shocked, then silently pulled out the shroud and slipped it back into the pocket of his trench coat.

"I feel like you need it more than I do, Konstantin. Every guy in Hell has entrusted me with saying hello to you, and some of them can't wait. ”

Balza's originally handsome face turned into a withered and dead skin image in an instant.

He, Balza, was born from a demon whose flames controlled the swarm. The Shroud is not needed to ward off demonic attacks.

Instead, he needed the power of heaven and the church to defend it.

"Konstantin, it's time for you to go!"

"You used to call someone John, but now it's Konstantin, it's really a new generation for the old."

Konstantin's response sent a burst of dark green gas from Midnight's body, which was so gloomy that it was visible to the naked eye, and Midnight had no intention of tolerating this guy any longer.

"Well, I still have something to do."

Konstantin faced the two men in the room and stepped back.

He dragged Charlie, who was waiting at the door, into the car.

"You know, Charlie."

Konstantin put away the playful smile on his face, silently inhaled the last puff of cigarette into his lungs, and then lit a new one.

"Back to the office, okay. But you should teach me some exorcism, it's better for two people to act than to do it alone. ”

The young man named Charlie complained.

But Konstantin did not respond.

As Midnight said, none of his friends ended well.

……

"Now we've taken over the case!"

Rumlow showed up in the Crime Squad's office, showing his ID to the officer, who was still having a headache.

Of course, it's an FBI certificate.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. deals with things, it always takes out the institutional credentials within its authority.

"Thank goodness you're finally here!"

As if relieved, the officer pushed everything on the table in front of Rumlow.

"Sign a confidentiality agreement, hurry up, I've been working overtime for a long time!"

The officer snatched the agreement from the agent behind Rumlow and signed his name cleanly.

"Then you guys get busy first, I'm off work. Bye! By the way, remember to turn off the lights before you go! ”

The officer's figure had disappeared around the corner before Rumlow could react.

"That's how you all worked before?"

Rumlow suddenly wanted to find a bottle of spirits and take two sips.

"Not generally."

The agent behind him uttered the phrase slowly.

"But he's an exception. This guy is going to happen to this guy no matter where he is transferred, and I've met him seven or eight times. ”

And that's not even counting the cases that other agents were responsible for.

"Maybe he should be transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow let out a long breath, and he didn't know where to start spitting out.