Rumlow is not unfamiliar with Coulson.
 That's why he couldn't help but ask because of that change.
Although it is a taboo in the workplace to interrupt the director hastily, Rumlow has resigned long ago.
 Fired by Nick Fury himself.
 Now he is at best a part-time worker experiencing life, so naturally he won't worry about being worn in small shoes.
John Wicker has already held the gun in his hand, with a small ring on his hand.
 That ring was always his reward, his consolation prize.
 A casually made iron ring, but it was enough to elevate his body, which was at the peak of humankind, to an extraordinary level.
This time, he won't be defeated by a few gangsters in a sneak attack.
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 From the previous conversation, John Wigger felt something was wrong.
 Being a little more alert is not a bad thing, at least it will prevent him from being beaten to death under inexplicable circumstances.
 As a former killer and now a member of the special agent team, his keen sense has impressed him more than once.
"I'm still me."
Colson said in a somewhat sinister tone.
Now that you have bumped into Nick Fury, it would be strange not to say anything.
With this little time, he can think of a suitable answer to deal with Nick Fury.
For example, for things like being saved by Murdoc, he needs to come up with an explanation that doesn't have many flaws in a short time.
Furthermore, for SHIELD, resurrection is a thing full of side effects. Even if Nick Fury doesn't fully believe it, he won't ask questions on the spot.
The black-hearted director is not the kind of person who has no government, so he secretly investigates afterwards.
 “The great Lord Tianhammer!”
Coulson's words were ruthlessly taken over, but he was an elite agent and would not tell his true situation just because of the guidance of a voice.
 So he answered like this.
 “What is Lord Tianhammer?”
 With just the right expression of doubt, there is no flaw in it.
Constantine’s speaking skills are top-notch, but it’s not easy to guide an elite agent like Coulson to expose intelligence.
Especially since this agent is now thinking about dikes.
Constantine curled his lips, looking disappointed, and looked at Colson with eyes full of eagerness to try.
 For Constantine, Coulson is a good opponent.
 It is more than enough to at least practice your own speaking skills.
 He trusts his own feelings more than he trusts the sword.
Chapter completed!