In the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D.
“‘I am courage’? Do you think you are different? Because Mr. Prius, there are many people like you. You just don’t know it yet.”
 In Prius: "..."
 “Then come and meet the Hell Detective!”
Constantine was sitting in Nick Fury's office chair, spinning around, holding a cigar in his mouth and talking nonsense.
At this moment, he couldn't even look at Iprius in front of him calmly.
Because Prius felt his fist harden, Solarion also began to convey a strange emotion to him.
 “This guy needs to be dealt with a bit!”
As Rumlow said this, he slapped Constantine from his chair and knocked him to the ground.
 Hand took the cigar from Constantine's mouth, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it.
 After making sure that it was not stained with Constantine's saliva, he took a deep sip.
 Thick smoke blew out from his mouth.
"Tell me, what do you want? If the High Heaven is really what you said, then you won't come here to chat away from Bulkeso's eyes and ears."
 Rumlow casually stubbed out his cigar on Constantine's suit, burning two holes in it with the scattered cigarette butts. Then he turned his attention from Imprius to Auriel.
"Damn it, I rented this suit. Although I didn't agree on the lease term and rent with the boss. But I will curse you, Rumlow! I will definitely curse you!"
Constantine got up from the ground with a curse, took off his suit and patted the hole above.
“But if you are willing to pay the compensation for this suit for me, I may consider not cursing you, a thousand yuan for each hole.”
Constantine glared at Rumlow and said.
"Oh." Rumlow took the suit from Constantine's hand, and then used a lighter to burn the two holes into one.
Then he took out a thousand dollars from his pocket and put the suit into Constantine's hand.
 “Just right.”
  Rumlow clapped his hands.
 Then he continued to look at Auriel.
Agent Hill stood aside wearing a charming green tights with a complicated expression.
“Since we are going to talk about this in front of you, we will not avoid Bulcaisuo.”
Aurel tugged on Imprius's hand and said to Rumlow.
 And Rumlow scoffed at this.
Who knows whether you will silence me directly?
His face was full of this emotion. Mocott, who was observing all this, wished he could give Rumlow some mercy to correct his brain.
 So Mocott made a threatening cough.
They can silence you, but they can also silence me?
 At this time, Auriel smiled softly.
“I need human beings to have their own power, not the kind of power full of accidents and opportunities, but the power of hope.”
Aurel spoke slowly, and the radiance of hope once again spread to these agents.
“Bulkessor will know, and he will definitely not stop me from doing this. After all, we are human beings now, aren’t we?”
Aurel looked at Rumlow, or more accurately, at Mocott, who was inhabiting Rumlow.
Mocott let out a dissatisfied "hum".
“Bulcaisel doesn’t make decisions about other people’s lives, but I do!”
Mocott spoke coherently and appeared in everyone's sight.
This was with the help of Rumlow's power, so Rumlow, who was very weak after the previous battle, fell to the ground with a thud.
Constantine's eyes were shining with excitement and he took out his wallet from Rumlow's pocket.
 Then he threw the wallet into Rumlow's arms with a look of displeasure.
“Damn it, you only have a thousand dollars? Why did you make two holes into one?”
 While Constantine was speaking, he glanced at Auriel intentionally or unintentionally.
 Then he unnaturally retracted his wrists into his shirt.
This kind of action would not escape Agent Hill and Melinda's observation, so...
The Iron Cavalry of Justice flips his wrist!
Constantine’s arm made a snapping sound and was revealed to everyone’s sight.
 There is a pattern like a fat tiger drawn with a marker on it. (Ю:】
 “Hehe, I was discovered by you, hehe~”
Constantine smiled strangely and pulled his wrist out of Melinda's hand. The smiles on his faces were so bright that he couldn't even see his eyes.
"What's this?"
Aurel asked with interest.
 “Ouch, just a little mark, I think it will help me relax. My angel~”
Constantine continued to smile, still unable to see his eyes.
On Constantine’s other arm, the same pattern from before appeared, but this pattern was glowing with soft white light.
 Prius took a deep look at Constantine, pointed at Mocott with the Solarion in his hand and said:
“Mocott, this isn’t Harrogath, so you probably need to have a little respect for courage.”
A very illusory feeling of mercy appeared on Mocott's hand, and then disappeared after hesitating for a moment.
 He is not on the Holy Mountain now, and the only thing that can support his appearance is Rumlow's anger.
 But now Rumlow cannot support him to continue fighting.
So Mocott glared at Imprius with an expression that said, "I have the guts to come to the toilet."
Aurel smiled at Constantine, and then stopped Imprius.
 Constantine is a smart man, and he probably already understands Auriel's plan.
 So I told Oriel in this way to "have a private chat if I have something to do".
There is even a mention of an “angel,” Angel Dawson.
This guy is a little more responsible than Oriel thinks.
“Believe in hope and you will gain strength. That’s all.”
 Aurel said lightly.
 “What do we need to pay?”
Melinda took the question directly and acted very tough.
“Just give your faith and that’s enough. Hope won’t hurt anyone.”
Aurel’s words made Constantine’s eyebrows twitch.
It’s hard to say whether elusive hope is harmful or not.
 At least one mage he knew had some ideas about this.
That man clearly knew where his mother’s soul was, right in front of him, but he could never touch it.
 This is definitely harmful.
 But now it is much more troublesome. The man will probably never hear from his mother again.
Constantine thought so.
　　The original hell has been shattered. Who knows where the souls who were taken away by the Lord of Hell are now.
To be continued...