"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.
Chapter completed!