Obviously his car met with an accident again.



 Perhaps this cannot be said.

 But he couldn't explain the fact that a woman fell from the sky and landed on his car.

 The most bizarre thing is that nothing happened to this woman, but her car was totaled.

Perhaps everything wrong with Doctor Who can be blamed on Merlin.

 After all, he was the first person to be associated with Doctor Who.

John Wigger doesn’t know why he brought this woman to S.H.I.E.L.D.

 But there seemed to be such a voice in the dark telling him that he had to do this.

 As if being hypnotized, he did it without any doubt or reflection.

 “John, what do you want to do?”

Nick Fury said with a cold face.

Although the newly reorganized Howling Commandos have some privileges in S.H.I.E.L.D., John Wigger should not do so.

"I have no idea."

John Witness suddenly pressed his forehead with his hand, as if waking up from a dream, he realized how bizarre his actions were.

This was as blunt as a stage play in which a deus ex machina had to be used to save the situation, but that’s what he did.

“Well, I’m just a little concerned. According to my experience, there are few trouble-free places where I am, so when are you going to tell me what happened here and ask me for help?”

 Doctor Who spoke slowly.

 The tone is still cheerful.

　　also filled with pride.

 He is something to be proud of.

  Anyway, he no longer knows how many people and planets he has saved.

 Perhaps he remembers it, but he won’t tell the number.

  Like the number of all the victims in his hometown.

Perhaps, he can really name those victims, after all, it is something that is deeply remembered.

 “Go find Rumlow.”

Nick Fury looked at Doctor Who in front of him and made his own judgment.

 Harrogas, he just came back from that place and he doesn’t want to go back yet.

Perhaps this guy looking for savages is telling the truth?

Nick Fury was thinking in his heart, but the strong desire for control kept rising.

The energy in Doctor Who's body makes it inevitable that he will care.

 Can a living energy source be controlled and used?

"All right."

 John Wicker didn't say much. He simply responded and took out his mobile phone and started dialing.

At this time, Rumlow was sitting in the cafe with Constantine.

The Kingpin was a troublesome thing, but now Coulson and Anderson are gone.

 Perhaps he can rest for a while.

People cannot be busy all the time. Even the donkeys in the production team must have time to rest.

Even in the days of production teams, donkeys ate better than people...

Rumlow answered the ringing phone and listened silently.

 “You mean now?”

 After hearing what John Wigger said from the other end of the phone, Rumlow was a little dissatisfied.

 He is only a non-staff member now and does not need to listen to Nick Fury's command.

 But five minutes later, he still appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.

 John Wicker. In other words, Nick Fury used John Wicker's mouth to put forward an offer that he could not refuse.

SHIELD promised to help him establish a foundation using SHIELD's funds, but the destination of their funds is always unclear.

 This foundation is used to help those who have been harmed by Hydra.

 Rumlow walked into the door with Constantine with a funny expression on his face.

 Then he glanced at the elevator and walked towards the stairs.

 Although SHIELD's elevator looked normal, in Rumlow's eyes, there might be some curse inside it.

 After he became a barbarian, the elevator was not very friendly to him.

“Hey, man. You mean we need to take the stairs?”

Constantine said with the most exaggerated expression, and then walked directly to the elevator.

“I don’t have as much physical strength as you. A few months ago, I was suffering from lung cancer.”

Constantine waved to Rumlow, and then walked into the elevator.

 Of course, he didn't press those buttons.

He does not have that authority for the time being. Although Nick Fury has promised to hire him as a mysterious expert, the data has not yet been entered.

Nick Fury is also worried about this. After all, Constantine has a great reputation. He is afraid that when Constantine's letter is passed to the personnel department, someone will hand in his resignation letter.

“Melinda, please send Constantine to Nick Fury’s office.”

Rumlow shouted to the haggard-looking lady over there, then turned and walked up the stairs.

 There are only a dozen flights of stairs, which is not a problem for Rumlow.

Had it not been for the spiral structure of the stairs, Rumlow might have jumped up directly.

Melinda held a folder in her hand and glanced at Constantine.

 “John Constantine? I have long admired his name.”

Melinda said expressionlessly, and then pressed the elevator's door button.

 “Director’s Office.”

Melinda spoke to the voice recognition assistant in the elevator, and then stood quietly.

“Hey, ma’am, would I be lucky enough to have a date with you after get off work?”

Constantine was as frivolous and a little bit mean as ever.

“John Constantine, you have many murder charges against you, and I don’t think you want me to send you to Scotland Yard. Of course, the same goes for the NYPD.”

Melinda said this, and then she saw Constantine take out the cigarettes in a plastic sealed bag from his pocket.

  There are not many but not few SHIELD agents who smoke, but none of them smoke in the elevator.

 This is contrary to public morals.

 There are also safety risks.

“Also, smoking is prohibited in the elevator!”

Melinda took the cigarette out of Constantine's hand, then noticed the indescribable smell on the bag and frowned.

“You know ma’am, just because I might go to jail at any time, I have to hide my cigarettes in some hidden places. By the way, I have the best job.”

Constantine smiled and reached out to take the cigarette back.

 “Ding dong~”

 The elevator stopped halfway.

Constantine still had a smile on his face until a few familiar faces walked in outside the elevator.

 His expression finally changed.

 No one wants to meet their boyfriend from a while ago when asking a woman for a date.

This is embarrassing.

 To each other.

What was even more embarrassing was that after the incident, Constantine took away every valuable thing on the person in front of him, including a Bluetooth headset, a uniform-style suit and all his change.

 Even the pistol was sold by him.

 “Little John, I miss you so much!”
To be continued...