"By the way, are we going to go that way now?"

Konstantin tried to stop the movement of Steve and his party.

The previous battle had given him an idea of how good these people were, but he didn't think it would be a good thing to keep going.

As a psychic, there is something akin to the ability of foreknowledge, which is not clear, but Konstantin believes in it.

"That's our mission, we'll have someone take you away later."

Coulson, as the most skilled diplomat, made a statement to Konstantin.

Coulson's tone was always gentle, making it easier for him to win the trust of others.

"Those guys are obviously not human, and even those bloodsuckers are not as powerful as these soldiers."

Konstantin wanted to stop the movement of these people, and he felt that the matter did not seem so simple.

And it is likely to be completely involved in the field of the occult.

Although he can always find a way to deal with those mythical beings, Konstantin does not want to see those things.

Besides, a vampire dressed as a soldier, he hadn't even heard of it before.

"Besides, that Robin Hood has no arrows, don't you really think about resting for a while?"

Konstantin was still persuading Steve, the cigarette in his hand was running between his fingers, very uneasy.

"I think he must know something, maybe we can interrogate it first."

Melinda looked at Konstantin in a somewhat cold tone.

Melinda and Coulson have known each other for a long time, and occasionally when they encounter such situations, she comes to put pressure on each other.

Now that hell is completely locked down, Konstantin is no different from ordinary people when his strongest help is gone.

That little psychic mage's ability doesn't seem to be much different from that of a superpower.

At least for these agents, who are primarily confronted with superpower crimes, there is not much difference.

"I said, I really don't know anything! You can ask him! ”

Konstantin stretched out his hand and pointed at John Wick, trying to prove his innocence.

John Freelancer can prove that he has nothing to do with the vampire soldiers before him, but the problem is that Coulson and the others won't believe John Freewheeler's testimony.

"I don't think your father would be fair about this." Hawkeye interjected, "Although I didn't expect the Daredevil to have a son, and he doesn't look young anymore. ”

"He's not my son."

John Wick's voice was a little angry, and he lifted the dog's corpse up with both hands.

"I only got married a few years ago, and I haven't done anything to be sorry for my wife."

"So, what is this gentleman called?"

It was Coulson who interrupted the embarrassment.

"John Constantine, expert in the handling of mysteries."

Konstantin dug into his pocket, then pulled out a crumpled piece of A4 paper.

He doesn't even have a business card now.

The A4 paper was directly taken away by Melinda, who opened the A4 paper directly.

"I have signed this contract in a fair and open manner, without any existential coercion, and I will trade Cartershray's soul back to freedom in exchange for a marker. Contracted by Mephisto. Witness: John Constantine? What is it? ”

"Ma'am, you have to know that it is not a good habit to snatch things from other people."

There was some displeasure in Konstantin's tone, and he saw the name of Mephisto on the piece of paper light up.

Then Melinda felt a trance, and Steve directly supported her.

"What did you do!"

Coulson pointed his gun directly at Konstantin, and Hawkeye took out a throwing knife to guard against John Wick.

"Although Hell and the human world are completely locked down, the name of the Hell Monarch is not something that mortals like you can pronounce, especially since it is the name he signed himself."

Konstantin flicked off the ashes of his cigarette and seemed to be completely unconcerned about the pistol in front of him.

"Again, John Constantine, expert in the handling of mysteries, you can count on me."

(As long as you don't team up with me)

Konstantin's expression was calm, he knew that the person in front of him would believe him.

John Freelancer, for his part, is not going to give his opinion.

He had just seen Mephisto's existence and was not very suspicious of it.

"Alright, Coulson, put down your gun."

Steve let go of Melinda, who had regained her senses.

Melinda immediately picked up her pistol and pointed it at Konstantin, and as for the contract, she did not throw it down, but grabbed it in her hand.

"I'm Steve Rogers, the Steve Rogers you know."

Captain America held out his hand.

After experiencing the stress of Bourkeso, he believes in the existence of hell.

Konstantin also held out his hand.

With both hands in hand, it is considered to be acquaintance.

"You're Captain America? But what about your shield? ”

Konstantin was a little curious.

"Damaged in battle, repaired."

Steve didn't seem to feel like it was anything that couldn't be said.

"Ah, I remember that shield won't be damaged......"

Konstantin asked, absolutely which pot is not opened.

"The problem now is that if you don't say useful information, then you can only act with us."

Steve sidestepped that topic.

"If you're willing to tell me your purpose, I can probably do a divination."

Konstantin didn't want to go any further, he now had some regrets for angering Angel.

Otherwise, he would have been sitting on the couch by now, enjoying the comfort of good health.

"I think you should call for support first."

John Wicker said.

He didn't think that a formed soldier would have only one squad.

……

Hellboy sat in his RV, waiting for news of what's next.

His size was not suitable for him before it was dark.

Although he also wants to put himself in the eyes of ordinary people, like that Captain America and become a hero.

He's had enough of what he's doing, and no one knows what he feels.

The aura he felt could be spotted as soon as it moved again.

It's just that the guy seems to have hidden his existence after coming to the human world, and now he can only stay in the nearby area and wait for his next move.

In fact, the aura that that guy showed was not very powerful to him.

At most, it's not much different from him.

But Hellboy has never been good at pursuing investigations, as the big man can't ask the victims for clues in person.

Maybe if he goes to a cemetery, he can still find some existence that can help him, but he can't do anything if he is alive.

"I'm starting to miss Abel, I really can't figure out why that bastard wants Abel to participate in the battle as a warrior, it's obviously better at psychic and data analysis."

Hellboy muttered to himself as he took a cigar from the table.

The sweetness of the chocolate bar calms him down more, but he feels like he's an adult, so smoking is more of a sign of his maturity.