"I just came to take a look.
I originally planned to look for Mr. Li Min.
But she hasn't been in Canduras lately.
So I looked for other people.
Well, are there any new results in Tony’s soul research?”
Constantine didn't ask Rumlow about the owner of the house at all, and just lit his cigarette.
"I'm not a researcher.
If you don't have anything else to do, get out.
Don't force me to fight with you."
Rumlow looked unkind, but Constantine had no intention of paying attention.
"At Buster Tower?
Let me start by saying that I am no longer the Constantine who could only roll on the ground.
If I do it, will it affect the experiments above?
I have always wondered why these scientists would build laboratories on top of buildings?
Aren't they worried that these things will explode?
There will be many people injured by then, so if you have money to pay compensation, can you ignore the safety of others?"
Constantine pointed to the top of his head when he spoke...
He was talking about Mr. Fantastic Reed and Tony...
There are really too many things about the site selection for this kind of research that people don’t know how to express.
"If you don't leave, I will.
If you have the guts to come to Harrogath and bother me, you can follow."
After speaking, Rumlow directly opened a portal and went through.
It just so happened that he didn't care at all about the news Luke brought.
It won't delay anything if we go back and take a look.
Even if this place becomes a battlefield and he cannot teleport safely, he can still teleport to a slightly farther place.
The barbarians are definitely not slow on their way...
After all, no barbarian would like to turn a frontal fight into a marathon...
It's too stupid to look like you can't catch up with the fleeing demon...
Constantine watched Rumlow's figure disappear into the portal.
Then he waited until the portal closed and took a deep drag on the cigarette.
After he blew out several smoke rings, he slowly spoke...
"I originally planned to tell you that His Majesty Leoric found some demon information.
For example, we may have to face an army of demons with good quality?
But if you don’t want to know, then you, who is watching the surveillance, don’t care about it at all, right?”
Constantine raised his head and looked at the peephole on the door and said.
"You're looking in the wrong direction, the camera is above the TV.
Turn around and look this way."
A voice came from the room that surprised Constantine.
Forehead……
It was indeed just a surprise, this guy didn't feel embarrassed or anything.
It's not like he hasn't experienced anything more embarrassing than finding the wrong camera.
This small scene was not enough to make Constantine feel embarrassed.
"I thought you didn't interfere at all this time.
Director Nick Fury, when do you think my salary will be credited to my card?
I asked Green Lantern Hill before, and she said my salary was paid by you."
Constantine waved to the TV.
People over there can see it.
"I used your salary to add some facilities to my safe house.
Although I don't think humans will ever need my safe houses, I'm still trying to make as many preparations as possible.
All your salary has been invested.
After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s funding is now completely controlled by the World Security Council.”
Nick Fury did not directly ask for the information he wanted to know.
It's so difficult to communicate with this kind of guy...
"Okay, so how many S.H.I.E.L.D. special advisors do you have under your name?
I am considered one, and you directly withheld my salary.
Needless to say, Tony Stark's salary was also taken away by you, right?
That guy is not short of money at all, so naturally he won't ask you for salary."
Constantine took a look around his surroundings.
Then he sat directly on the edge of Rumlow's bed.
Although this room is comfortable, it is definitely not spacious.
After all, this is just the staff dormitory of Buster Building.
It's impossible to make it so luxurious.
"Recently, the rate of demon birth has increased again.
What do you think about this?"
Nick Fury was ostensibly asking Constantine what he thought of the current situation.
In fact, it was a reminder to Constantine that it was time to get down to business.
This kind of person is really troublesome...at least he won't be easy for barbarians to deal with.
They always have to go around a lot in everything, as if they can't show off their abilities if they don't talk like this.
If they had something to talk about, the agents would be able to write two-thirds less words in their mission reports.
"My point of view?
I would like to ask if you have any chart on the efficiency of killing demons?
If what I know here is correct, the efficiency of killing demons seems to be higher than the efficiency of birthing demons.
I have personally experienced how quickly the Nephalem become stronger.
This change is definitely faster than the devil's damage increase.
But since you can't wait any longer, I'll start talking.
You'd better make a video, because I don't plan to explain it to others later."
Constantine casually dropped the cigarette ash bomb on the small table...
The table was already covered with various wine bottles, but surprisingly it didn't feel messy.
But after the soot fell, it looked a little uncomfortable.
"His Majesty Leoric has detected a demonic den.
To be continued...