There is something not quite right in this world, and he has already sensed it.
 But those are a bit far away from the level he is at, so until now it is just an immature idea.
 Steve looked at Constantine’s raised middle finger, and then gave him a middle finger in return.
 It’s not because of mutual disdain, Steve is not that narrow-minded.
Constantine wears a blue light ring on his middle finger, and on Steve’s middle finger is the justice light ring that has hidden its light!
“I also have a similar style of ring to yours.”
 Steve said this, and Bucky closed the door of the interrogation room knowingly.
He was standing at the door.
 It is honestly very difficult to break through his defense and enter this house.
 At least, there is currently no one in S.H.I.E.L.D. who can do this.
 “Big news, but it means some of my speculation has been scrapped again.”
Constantine lay directly on the table, like a tourist lying on the grass and watching the sky in his spare time.
 But there is only one overhead light that is not very bright.
 “How much time do we have? I mean in the face of a massive demonic invasion.”
Constantine asked Steve.
 The name Burning Hell still requires a lot of attention for a guy like Constantine.
But now the only people who can truly understand the state of the Burning Hell are the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
 This is not good news.
 Although the barbarians are on the side of justice.
 But what about those winged angels back then?
 Constantine could not trust anyone but himself.
 Even if you don’t believe it yourself, otherwise you wouldn’t put half of your soul in a box.
  【Is it because I am so easily affected because I lack an ordinary soul?】
Such a thought suddenly flashed through Constantine's mind.
“Now, what do you want to tell us?”
Dugan took out the half-smoked cigar from the cigar box he carried with him, took out the cigar scissors and trimmed it carefully.
 “No, I don’t have anything to say.”
Constantine answered casually, then turned over and snatched John Wicker's dog from his hands.
In this serious place, the unserious Constantine seemed out of place.
 But it doesn’t matter, he has never followed any trend.
“What do you think we humans are to aliens or demons?”
Constantine rubbed the dog's head and said, finally looking like a working man.
 “A resource or a pest? Or a medium to collect something?”
John Wigger gave his answer and snatched his dog back from Constantine's hand.
“Neither, I prefer to call it a ‘toy’. A toy when relieving boredom, an audience when showing off strength, and a lamb when showing dominance.
 That’s what those feathered winged angels thought.
 ‘The Lord is our shepherd, I will not be in want’? Those guys have already said that we are just a flock of lambs, without even sharp horns.”
 While speaking, Constantine paused and turned his head to look at John Wicker.
“I like your taste. Silka’s cigarettes are much better than those miscellaneous ones.”
Constantine jumped down from the table, skillfully took out the cigarette and lighter from John Witker's pocket, and lit it for himself very naturally. Constantine handed John Witker a cigarette, and then very naturally
He put the box and lighter into his pocket.
“John, is he really not a relative of yours? Like a distant cousin’s son or something like that?”
Dugan bumped John Wigger's arm and asked quietly.
 “I don’t know, I don’t know any of this.”
John Witness himself was a little skeptical.
"But there is only one thing, that is, there is no such thing as a 'distant cousin son'. It's the same for everyone."
Dangdang~
Constantine tapped his fingers on the table and began to speak again after attracting the attention of others.
“Our existence is necessary for them, not dispensable.
 The soul is the reason why angels and demons ‘like’ us, so what do the aliens want?”
Constantine completely ignored the fact that his name was definitely not on the lists favored by angels and demons.
 But this is not important. What is important is why did Constantine mention aliens?
There are many clues about the existence of aliens in S.H.I.E.L.D., but the real news about aliens is probably only Nick Fury can come up with.
These words came out of Constantine’s mouth, which was a bit inconsistent.
"resource."
  Steve gave his own answer.
For resources is always more legitimate than for the boring desire to dominate.
“In my opinion, barbarians are aliens. No matter how many things they bring to us when they arrive, they will definitely occupy our living space.
 Of course I’m not saying that I have to go to war with them because of this. Because I already know how powerful those guys are.
But those officials whose brains even despise the devil don't think so."
Constantine kept talking about things that had nothing to do with Steve's condition, and the well-ventilated interrogation room was now filled with smoke.
“Steve, have you forgotten the two angels that appeared in front of you before?”
Constantine had a weird smile on his face, and the next moment his body was enveloped in blue light.
With a look of astonishment on his face, Constantine felt as if a series of thoughts had occurred in his mind.
 Such as preventing angels from appearing in front of those officials...
 “Get out! This is my body! This! Is! Mine!”
Constantine roared like a madman for a moment, a bit like a wild beast.
 Steve opened up his not very mature Law of Hope, and the blue light suddenly became excited.
“Damn it, what’s going on with that ring of yours!? How can your power have any effect on that thing!?”
Constantine suddenly raised his head, his red eyes staring intently at Steve, who was releasing the Law of Hope.
 Steve understood that he seemed to have done something wrong!
Chapter completed!