"John, you need to know who I am! I am the sovereign of hell, Mephisto! ”

John Wicker's previous answer revealed his name, so Mephisto didn't say anything like that.

"Actually, there are quite a few monarchs of hell, and he is also a doppelganger of Mephisto."

Konstantin added, then tilted his head and whistled.

John Freelancer pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and shoved one into his mouth.

Then the rest was taken directly by Konstantin.

Oddly enough, John Wicker is a very rule-abiding man, but he has an extraordinary tolerance for Constantine, a guy who doesn't follow the rules at all.

After he took a closer look at Constantine's face, John Wicker began to wonder if he really had a relative from Liverpool.

"Wow, Silk Card, do you really have no relatives from Liverpool?"

Konstantin took out the lighter Angel had given him, lit a cigarette for John Wicker, and lit it in his mouth.

John Wicker looked at the carcass of his dog on the ground and thought about the soul he had seen earlier.

"Before today, I didn't think there would be a guy like you in the world."

John Wicker raised his hand and shot, giving Nick Fury's double another shot to the head. There were a lot of question marks in his mind, but he couldn't solve them, so he could only shoot at the bastard who killed his dog.

Mephisto glanced in the direction.

"John, I remember that you never played with the ...... of human souls"

Mephisto shook the black cauldron at Konstantin in a somewhat deep tone.

He was not quite the same as Konstantin, a mortal with the naked eye, and he could see at a glance that there were some differences between this corpse and a human.

Coupled with not seeing the guy's soul, Mephisto took advantage of this to give Konstantin eye medicine.

Originally, although he was a doppelganger, he didn't have to play these small tricks at all when he was able to mobilize the power of hell. But times are different, and although he has been given the opportunity to be completely independent, he has also lost that strength.

Konstantin was a psychic, but he couldn't tell at a glance whether a corpse was human or not.

"Hey, Mephisto doppelganger, the first human soul I played with was my own."

Konstantin doesn't care how bad his reputation is, he always has a way to find his teammates anyway.

"You can just call me Mephisto."

"But that doesn't hide the fact that you're a doppelganger."

Konstantin and Mephisto dismantle each other's stages.

Konstantin, of course, played with the human soul, he put the souls of his companions on the negotiating table, and then lost.

Even his own soul has long been wagered on, but he can always win, or at least abort the game.

"Okay, I'll just ask, is it true what you said about bringing it back to life?"

John Freerunner took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked Mephisto solemnly.

"I would venture to ask, why do you insist on resurrecting this puppy?"

Konstantin wanted to stop John Wick from signing a contract with the demon, after all, there was nothing good to get at this time, and he didn't bother to do anything superfluous.

It was enough to stop John Freelancer from signing the contract.

"It's my wife's substitute ......"

John Wicker said in a deep tone, and with that handsome face, he was full of charm.

"I think it's a good thing that you don't have relatives from Liverpool, people can't, at least shouldn't ......"

Although Konstantin does not discriminate against special people, or he is also one of the special groups, John Wick's words still make him a little unacceptable.

From the moment he appeared, Mephisto secretly used what little power he had left to exert influence on John Wick.

Otherwise, this cold-blooded killer would not open his mouth easily.

"My wife left me a puppy before she died, and although it died, I met it."

John Wicker didn't realize that he was now telling strangers about his past, and he didn't notice the amount of malice in Constantine's statement, he was never a talkative man.

Konstantin stepped on a stone and drew a simple magic circle. Then interrupted Mephisto's influence.

"Ahem! Then why don't you want to resurrect your wife, but this puppy? ”

Konstantin immediately interrupted John Wick's speech and went straight to the essence of the matter.

Mephisto secretly scolded Konstantin for being nosy.

Now the puppy's soul is right in front of him, and his weak strength is enough to revive the dog, but now let him resurrect a woman who has been dead for several years, then he can't do it.

"You mean this bad old man can do such a thing?"

John Wicker woke up from a dream.

Mephisto's doppelganger is going crazy.

It was so easy for him to shake the soul of this killer, and he wouldn't have been willing to make these attempts if John Wick hadn't seen the dog's soul before.

"It's a pity that he can't do it now, which is to resurrect you...... Well, the replacement of the wife can also last up to two days. ”

Konstantin explained the situation directly.

Then Mephisto was stuck in the head with a pencil.

Although the pencil did not have enough strength to hurt him, it did not prevent him from feeling angry.

"Man, where did you put a pencil, that's pretty cool."

Konstantin smiled from the bottom of his heart, now Mephisto's doppelganger has no power. John Wick's approach was undoubtedly a rejection of the deal.

Mephisto was a careful eye, and John Wicker was then tied to his ship of Constantine.

As for why it was a warship, because the boat of Konstantin's friendship capsized when it was said.

"You'll know! You'll know how far I can go! ”

Mephisto pulled the pencil out of his hand and disappeared.

Although he is only a doppelganger, this does not mean that he has no power for revenge.

At least he has a knight!

That knight wasn't the one from Carter Sray, and he was almost time to give that knight a mission.

For example, taking away the St. Van Gonza Pact from Constantine's body.

At the same time, a group of guys dressed as soldiers of the Third Reich were walking in this direction with tight protective suits.

The squad was small in number, only a dozen of them.

They had just taken care of werewolves and mummies in the base, and now they were going to wait for Jan Valentine's men.

Jan Valentin sent them a message about a shortage of manpower or something, so the team was transferred.

It's not too far from their plans to unfold, and it's just right to start preparing for action now.

The combat effectiveness tests are not over yet, they need more data.

"I was wavering because of magic?"

John Wicker threw the pistol on the ground with no bullets in his hand. He sensed that something was wrong with him.

Having escaped Mephisto's influence, he could no longer be a stranger to Constantine.

"That's fine."

Konstantin spit out the burned-out cigarette butt and lit another one.

"Is it really possible to resurrect a person in this world?"

John Wicker took the pack of cigarettes back from Constantine's hand, took one out and threw it back.

He was still very concerned about the resurrection mentioned earlier, and after losing his wife, he single-handedly took out the whole family of the guy who killed his dog.

His love for his wife is sincere and sincere, and it is no problem to describe it as unforgettable.

"That guy's body just now is fine, I still care if you have relatives."

"Nope."

John Wick interrupted the conversation, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"I need a dinner here, for one person. And taking care of the table. The location is XXX. ”

"The resurrection of a person is often a price that no one can afford. But if you follow me, maybe I can find such an opportunity. ”

Konstantin likes teammates who can fight, and only in this way can he protect him, a weak psychic.

"I still can't accept such a thing."

John Freelancer had just finished speaking when he was drawn to the sound of neat footsteps in the distance.

"What's that?"

With some surprise and dissatisfaction, John Wick looked at the team that was marching in the distance.

In this beautiful landscape, someone dares to wear this dress, although it is unreasonable to wear a strict protective suit to block the appearance.

"I think we'd better avoid it first."

Konstantin didn't feel right, those guys didn't have even the slightest breath of life on them.

"I don't have any immediate means to target living creatures, and those guys don't seem to be human."

After Konstantin finished speaking, he turned around and left, not even a trace of movement remained.

He Constantine is very good at seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, and can disappear without a trace when necessary, and even his former partners can't find him.

But apparently, it was impossible for these Third Reich soldiers to leave eyewitnesses.

If they dare to act on this road, they will naturally be prepared for it.

At the end of this road is their base, and no one usually follows this road.

This is just a good time to test the protective effect of the suit on them, and whether there will be non-combat damage during the operation.

They already knew about the existence of the Roaring Commando, after all, there was no clarity between these guys and Hydra.

Even the Roaring Commandos were just part of what they had witnessed, and then there was another target.

Leaving no living mouth wherever they go is what they do best.

The neat marching tone was immediately replaced by the sound of a dense run, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at the living man in front of him.

They didn't know why there were two living people in front of them, but it was just a battle.

They love to fight.

"Let's go first!"

John Wicker finally realized that something was wrong at this point, and by the time he finished shouting and turned around, Konstantin had already run away.

With a scolding voice, John Wicker picked up the dog's corpse and ran, but fortunately it was only a puppy and not too heavy.

As for the body of Nick Fury's stand-in, no one cares.

The delivery people who cleaned up the site at the Continental Hotel were on their way.

The soldiers weren't alive, but their speed didn't seem to be any different from that of a normal human.

It's just that you don't feel tired.

They couldn't catch up with John Wick and Constantine in a short period of time, but these two people didn't seem to be able to run for long.

Who can keep running at a constant speed?

Even marathon runners get tired, and this road is not an easy place to run.

……

"Captain, please go to the base of the Roaring Commando, I met a little accident when I arrived."

Nick Fury sat in his office and said to Steve after arranging Bucky Barnes' body.

He still cares about the loss of contact between the werewolf and the mummy, but when he thinks of the bearded man he met, he almost collapses.

actually killed his stand-in because of a dog.

Even the FBI's credentials didn't stop the guy from committing the murder, which unexpectedly made Nick Fury's head bigger.

Otherwise, he would have been on his way to support Frankenstein and humanoids.

In other words, John Freer managed to save Nick Fury from the hands of the soldiers of the Third Reich, and incidentally the lives of Frankenstein and humanoids.

"I see, I'm going to see Peggy after this operation."

Steve took a deep look at Nick Fury, and from the moment he opened his eyes, things went on and on, and he didn't even have a little free time.

"Your shield hasn't been repaired yet, so find a way to overcome it."

Nick Fury rubbed his head, he needed the captain's strength, but he couldn't even supply the equipment to the captain.

Thinking of this, he thought of Rumlow again.

"If you can see if you can go to Rumlow to help you, you can bring Coulson with you."

Nick Fury added.

"No, the Roaring Commandos are old fellows. I believe in them. ”

Steve looked straight at Nick Fury.

Nick Fury hadn't told the captain what he was doing there.

"With Frankenstein and humanoids to support werewolves and mummies, they're lost at a base about Hydra."

"Combat mission?"

Steve was a little dissatisfied.

Nick Fury can do this kind of thing if he doesn't give him weapons for combat missions.

"So I told you to go to Rumlow......"

Nick Fury's face darkened.

There is no man in S.H.I.E.L.D. who can fight better than Rumlow.

Even when Rumlow was about to be killed, he could jump out of an existence beyond human comprehension.

And who better to use than Rumlow?

It's a pity that Rumlow basically can't use it now.

"I guess I'm talking to Tony over there."

Steve turned around and went to find Coulson, who could be trusted as Nick Fury's trusted subordinate.

He also wanted to bring Melinda with him, and he admired Melinda's performance in the previous fight.

As for the other side, Pepo is reassuring Tony.

Bourkeso and Rumlow were sitting on a bench outside the house looking at the sky and drinking.

Tony, a little drunk, babbled to Pebo about what had happened before.

At this point, Tony didn't realize that he trusted Ms. Potts more than his Uncle Stan.

"How long are the people in it going to stay?"

Rumlow felt that the situation was a little strange.

He always had a feeling that he was in trouble somewhere.

It's like the main character.

"Stay until they want to go."

Bourkeso drank and felt bored.

After getting out of the environment where there was fighting everywhere, he was really bored.

Although he could enter those secret realms at any time, those demons projected out were not exciting at all.

Having already cleared all the secret realms, he is now thinking about how to find an opponent who is evenly matched.

"When you're in the environment, the blonde hair looks a little more powerful."

Rumlow looked at Bourkeso's beard and took a sip of his wine.

"What's the use of looking at Mighty? If you have time to think about this, you might as well go and wipe the car for me. ”

Bourkeso stroked his beard casually, remembering the feeling of powerlessness when he was attacked by death, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Ever since he had seen the death of the man in the form of a skeleton, he felt that the power of death that had haunted him had disappeared a lot.

"When was your most dangerous fight?"

Rumlow seemed a little drunk, after all, Rumlow had not been a savage for a long time, and he was not yet fully familiar with many things.

"It was when I first saw a thousand walking corpses, and I had a hand axe in my hand. Then it was changed to the light of life of Asseph, and one by one I killed the group of walking corpses, and after that battle, I couldn't stand it with disgust. ”

Bourqueso never shied away from when he was deflated.

There's nothing you can't say about that kind of thing.

Vorusk also had the experience of being knocked unconscious by demons, and as long as they asked, they would all say these things.

The ancestors always liked to come out with these jokes and say that after more than 100 years, no one would shut up after laughing.

"I find that getting stronger doesn't seem like you ever celebrate?"

"Celebrate what? Celebrate that you can die at the hands of a more powerful demon? ”

Bourkeso glanced at Rumlow before realizing that he was not in the shelter now.

The owners of the shelter, at all, have the right to choose the enemy.

No one knows if they will meet those famous demons tomorrow, and all they can do is fight hard and kill a few more demons before they die.

Those who survive are not necessarily strong, and it is likely that they are just lucky.

At least Bourkeso felt lucky, at least he didn't meet an invincible enemy early.

"Didn't anyone say you weren't really good at chatting?"

Rumlow placed the empty bottle at his feet.

"Everybody says that, especially Li Min, the powerful mage who makes people feel awe."

Bourkeso suddenly remembered the black hole that Li Min threw out, and trembled a little.

At that time, he was tossed enough by the black hole, although he still managed to put the double knife on Li Min's neck, but he knew that he suffered a little loss in that conflict.

Rumlow shook his head, he didn't understand anything that Bourkeso had said.

Now he doesn't understand how strong Bourkeso really is.

It's like if you want to touch the ceiling, you have to see it first.

And Bourquesso stood in front of all the barbarians, and Rumlo, who had just set out from the starting point, could not even see Bourqueso's back.

"If you like dogs, I'll bring you one in two days, maybe you can be happier."

Rumlow didn't see a strange glint in Bourkeso's eyes when he heard this.

Bourkeso was very good at raising dogs, and at that time he had domesticated hounds that could gnaw over a hundred of what is now Rumlow.

Rumlow's words reminded Bourkeso of the days when the ugly hound dragged the walking corpse all over the ground, one of his few leisure days outside of fighting.