"John, you have to know who I am! I am the Lord of Hell, Mephisto!"
John Witness's previous answer exposed his name, so Mephisto didn't make any more clichés.
"In fact, there are many monarchs in hell, and he is also a clone of Mephisto."
Constantine added, then tilted his head and whistled again.
John Wick took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it into his mouth.
Then Constantine took the rest directly.
It's strange to say that John Wigger is a person who follows the rules very much, but he has extraordinary tolerance for Constantine, a guy who doesn't follow the rules at all.
After he took a closer look at Constantine's face, John Wick began to wonder if he really had a relative from Liverpool.
"Wow, Sika, let me ask you again, do you really have no relatives from Liverpool?"
Constantine took out the lighter given by Angel, lit a cigarette for John Wick, and then lit the cigarette in his own mouth.
John Wigger looked at the body of his beloved dog on the ground and thought about the soul he saw before.
"Before today, I thought that guys like you didn't exist in the world."
John Witness raised his hand and fired, giving Nick Fury's stand-in another shot in the head. A lot of question marks popped up in his mind, but there was no way to resolve them, so he could only shoot the dog that killed him.
The bastard shot.
Mephisto glanced in the direction.
"John, I remember you never played with human souls..."
Mephisto used a deep tone to blame Constantine.
He was different from Constantine, a human being with naked eyes. He could see at a glance that there were some differences between this corpse and a human being.
In addition to not seeing this guy's soul, Mephisto used this to apply eye drops to Constantine.
Although he was originally a clone, when he could mobilize the power of hell, he didn't need to use these tricks at all. But times have changed. Although he got the opportunity to be completely independent, he also lost that power.
Constantine is a psychic, but he can't tell whether a corpse is human at a glance.
"Hey, Mephisto's clone, the first human soul I played with was my own."
Constantine doesn't care how bad his reputation is, he always has a way to find his teammates.
"You can just call me Mephisto."
"But that can't hide the fact that you are a clone."
Constantine and Mephisto are at odds with each other.
Constantine certainly played with human souls. He put the souls of his companions on the negotiating table and lost.
Even his own soul has been gambled on for a long time, but in this case he always wins, or at least the bet can be aborted.
"Okay, let me ask, is it true what you said about making it come alive?"
John Wick took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked Mephisto seriously.
"I would like to ask, why do you insist on resurrecting this puppy?"
Constantine wanted to prevent John Witness from signing a contract with the devil. After all, there was no benefit to be gained at this time, so he was too lazy to do extra things.
Just preventing John Witness from signing the contract is enough.
"It's my wife's replacement..."
John Wick spoke in a deep tone, and his handsome face made him full of charm.
"I think it's a good thing you don't have any relatives from Liverpool. One can't, at least shouldn't..."
Although Constantine does not discriminate against special groups, or he is also one of the special groups, John Wigger's words still made him somewhat unacceptable.
From the moment he appeared, Mephisto secretly used his remaining power to exert influence on John Witness.
Otherwise, this cold-blooded killer would not open his mouth easily.
"My wife left me a puppy before she passed away. Although it died, I met it."
John Wigger didn't realize that he was now telling a stranger about his past, nor did he notice the degree of malice in Constantine's statement. He had never been a talkative person.
Constantine stepped on a stone and drew a simple magic circle. Then he interrupted Mephisto's influence.
"Ahem! Then why don't you want to resurrect your wife but this puppy?"
Constantine immediately interrupted John Wigger's narration and pointed to the essence of the problem.
Mephisto secretly scolded Constantine for being nosy.
Now the soul of the puppy is in front of him, and his weak power is enough to resurrect the dog, but now if he is asked to resurrect a woman who has been dead for several years, he can't do it.
"You mean this bad old man can do this kind of thing?"
John Wicker woke up from a dream.
Mephisto's clone is going crazy.
It was very difficult for him to shake the killer's soul. If John Wigger hadn't seen the dog's soul before, he wouldn't have been willing to make these attempts.
"It's a pity that he can't do it now. Even resurrecting you...well, the wife's replacement can only last for two days at most."
Constantine explained the situation directly.
Then Mephisto got a pencil stuck in his head.
Although the pencil was not powerful enough to hurt him, it did not prevent him from feeling angry.
"Man, you got a pencil in there, that's really cool."
Constantine smiled from the bottom of his heart. Mephisto's clone didn't have much power now. John Wigger's approach undoubtedly rejected this transaction.
But Mephisto was a little cautious, and John Wigger was tied to his Constantine's warship.
As for why it was a warship, it was because the boat of Constantine’s friendship could capsize easily.
"You'll know! You'll know how far I can go!"
Mephisto pulled out the pencil and disappeared.
Although he is just a clone, it does not mean that he does not have the power of revenge.
At least he still has a knight!
That knight is not the Carter Shirey guy. It's time for him to give that knight some tasks.
For example, taking away the contract of St. Fangansa from Constantine.
At the same time, a group of guys dressed as Third Reich soldiers were walking in this direction wearing strict protective clothing.
This team is small, only twelve.
They had just taken care of the werewolves and mummies in the base, and now they were going to wait for Yang Valentine's men.
Yang Valentine sent them a message, saying there was a manpower shortage or something, so this team was transferred.
It's not too far away from the start of their plan, and it's just right to start preparing for action now.
The combat effectiveness test is not over yet, they need more data.
"Is it because of magic that I was shaken before?"
John Wicker casually threw the unloaded pistol on the ground. He realized that something was wrong with him before.
After getting rid of Mephisto's influence, he could no longer treat Constantine with a stranger's attitude.
"It's okay to say so."
Constantine spit out the burnt cigarette butt and lit another one.
"Is it really possible to resurrect a person in this world?"
John Wick took the pack of cigarettes back from Constantine's hand, took out one and threw it back.
He was still very concerned about the resurrection he mentioned before. After losing his wife, he single-handedly killed the whole family of the guy who killed his dog.
His love for his wife is sincere and sincere, and it can be described as unforgettable.
"The guy's true form just now is fine. I still care about whether you have any relatives."
"No."
John Wick interrupted the conversation, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"I need a dinner here, for one person. And I need to take care of the table. The location is XXX."
"No one can afford the cost of resurrecting a person. But if you follow me, maybe I can find such an opportunity."
Constantine likes teammates who can fight. Only in this way can he protect this weak psychic.
"I still can't accept this kind of thing."
As soon as John Wick finished speaking, his attention was attracted by the sound of neat footsteps in the distance.
"what is that?"
John Wick looked at the advancing team in the distance with some surprise and dissatisfaction.
There are people who dare to wear this kind of clothes in this beautiful scenery. Although they are wearing strict protective clothing to hide their appearance, this is very unreasonable.
"I think we'd better avoid it first."
Constantine felt something was wrong. Those guys didn't have even the slightest breath of life on them.
"I don't have any immediate means against living creatures, and those guys don't seem to be human beings."
After speaking, Constantine turned around and left without even a trace of movement.
He, Constantine, is very good at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune. When necessary, he can disappear without a trace, and even his former partners cannot find him.
But obviously these Third Reich soldiers could not leave any witnesses.
If they dare to take action on this road, they are naturally well prepared.
The end of this road is their base, and no one usually comes along this road.
This time, I just wanted to test the protective effect of the protective clothing on them and whether there would be non-combat damage during the operation.
They have known about the existence of the Howling Commandos for a long time. After all, there is no clear connection between these guys and Hydra.
Even the Howling Commandos were only part of the results they witnessed, and then there was another goal.
Leaving no one alive wherever they go is what they do best.
The neat marching rhythm was immediately replaced by the sound of intensive running, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the living person in front.
Although they didn't know why two living people appeared in front of them, it was just a battle.
They like to fight.
"Go first!"
John Wick finally realized something was wrong at this time. When he finished shouting and turned around, Constantine had already run far away.
Cursing secretly, John Witker picked up the body of his pet dog and ran away. Fortunately, it was just a puppy and not too heavy.
As for the body of Nick Fury's double, no one cares.
The food delivery guys who were cleaning up the scene at the Continental Hotel are on their way.
Those soldiers were not living people, but their speed seemed to be no different from ordinary people.
It's just that I won't feel tired.
They couldn't catch up with John Wicker and Constantine in a short time, but it seemed that these two couldn't run for long.
Who can keep running at a constant speed?
Even marathon runners get tired sometimes, and this road is not an easy place to run away from.
…
"Captain, please go to the base of the Howling Commandos. I had a little surprise when I got there."
After arranging Bucky Barnes' body, Nick Fury sat in the office and talked to Steve.
He was still very concerned about the loss of contact between the werewolf and the mummy, but when he thought of the bearded man he met, he almost collapsed.
His substitute was actually killed because of a dog.
Not even the FBI credentials could stop the guy from committing the murder, and this accident gave Nick Fury a big headache.
Otherwise, he should have already taken Frankenstein and the humanoid on the way to support.
In other words, John Witness successfully saved Nick Fury from the hands of those Third Reich soldiers, and incidentally also saved the lives of Frankenstein and the humanoid.
"I know, I'm going to see Peggy after this operation."
Steve took a deep look at Nick Fury. From the moment he opened his eyes, things happened one after another, and he didn't even have any free time.
"Your shield hasn't been repaired yet. You should find a way to overcome it."
Nick Fury rubbed his forehead, he needed the captain's strength, but he couldn't even provide the captain with equipment.
Thinking of this, he thought of Rumlow again.
"If possible, see if you can find Rumlow to assist you. You can take Coulson with you."
Nick Fury added.
"No need, the Howling Commandos are all old guys. I trust them."
After Steve finished speaking, he looked directly at Nick Fury.
Nick Fury hasn't told Cap yet what he's being asked to do there.
"Bringing Frankenstein and the humanoids to support the werewolves and mummies, they lost contact at a Hydra base."
"Combat mission?"
Steve was a little dissatisfied.
Only Nick Fury can do this if he is not given weapons in combat missions.
"So I asked you to find Rumlow..."
Nick Fury's face turned darker.
There is no one in SHIELD who can fight better than Rumlow right now.
Even when Rumlow was about to be beaten to death, an existence beyond human understanding jumped out.
Who better to use than Rumlow?
It's a pity that Rumlow is basically unusable now.
"I'm probably chatting with Tony over there."
Steve turned around and went to find Coulson. As Nick Fury's trusted subordinate, Coulson was worthy of his trust.
By the way, he also wanted to take Melinda with him. He admired Melinda's performance in the previous battle.
As for the other side, Pepper was comforting Tony.
Bulcasso and Rumlow were sitting on a bench outside the house, looking at the sky and drinking.
Tony was a bit drunk and rambled on about what happened before to Pepo.
At this time, Tony didn't even realize that he trusted Ms. Potts around him more than his Uncle Stan.
"How long will the people inside stay?"
Rumlow felt that the current situation was a bit strange.
He always had the feeling that he was in trouble wherever he was.
Just like the protagonist.
"Stay until they want to leave."
Burcasso drank wine and felt very bored.
After being separated from the environment full of fighting, he was really bored.
Although he could enter those secret realms at any time, the demons projected there were not exciting at all.
Having already cleared all the secret realms, he was now thinking about how to find an evenly matched opponent.
"When you are in the environment, your golden beard and hair look more powerful."
Rumlow looked at Bulcasso's beard and took a swig of wine.
"What's the use of looking so powerful? If you don't have time to think about this, you might as well clean the car for me."
Bulcaisel stroked his beard casually, remembering the feeling of powerlessness when being invaded by death, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Ever since he saw the death of this world who appeared in the form of a skeleton, he felt that the power of death surrounding him seemed to have disappeared a lot.
"When was your most dangerous battle?"
Rumlow seems to be a little drunk. After all, Rumlow has not been a barbarian for a long time and is not completely familiar with many things.
"The first time I saw thousands of walking corpses, I was still holding an ax in my hand. Then I changed it to Assef's light of life, and knocked those walking corpses to death one by one.
Corpse, after that battle I was so sick that I couldn’t stand it.”
Bulcaisel never shied away from times when he was feeling down.
There's nothing that can't be said about that kind of thing.
Warusk also had the experience of being knocked unconscious by a demon. If you ask about these things, they will tell you.
Those ancestors always liked to tell these jokes. After more than a hundred years, no one would shut up until they laughed.
"I find that you never celebrate becoming stronger?"
"Celebrating what? Celebrating your death at the hands of a more powerful demon?"
Bulcaisel glanced at Rumlow and realized that he was no longer in the shelter.
The owners of the shelter have no right to choose their enemies.
No one knows whether they will meet those famous demons tomorrow. All they can do is fight hard and kill a few more demons before they die.
Those who survive are not necessarily strong, they may just be lucky.
At least Bulcaisel felt that he was lucky, at least he did not meet an invincible enemy early.
"Hasn't anyone ever said that you're really bad at chatting?"
Rumlow put the empty bottle at his feet.
"Everyone says so, especially Li Min, that powerful and awe-inspiring mage."
Burcasso suddenly remembered the black hole that Li Min threw out, and trembled a little.
At that time, he was tortured by the black hole. Although he still succeeded in putting the two knives on Li Min's neck, he knew that he suffered a little loss in that conflict.
Rumlow shook his head. He had no understanding of anything Bulcasso said.
Now he doesn't understand how strong Bulcaisuo really is.
Just like if you want to touch the ceiling, you must at least see it first.
And Bulcaisso stood in front of all the barbarians. Rumlow, who had just set off from the starting point, couldn't even see Bulcaisso's back.
"If you like this kind of dog, I will bring you one in two days. Maybe you will be happier."
Rumlow didn't see the strange light shining in Bulcasso's eyes when he heard this.
Bulcasso was very good at raising dogs. The hounds he trained at that time could chew through a hundred of today's Rumlots.
Rumlow's words reminded Bulcasso of the days when the ugly hound dragged the walking corpses all over the ground. It was one of the few leisure moments he had after fighting.
