"Constantine, what did you want to say when you called me out?
If what you say is nonsense, then I will definitely knock out some of your teeth."
Rumlow and Constantine walked into the convenience store a few blocks outside the Buster Building...
Martial law has been enforced around the Buster Building, and ordinary people have completed the evacuation.
So even if you want to buy something, you have to walk a little further.
Rumlow was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and looking at it.
It's said to be looking at it, but actually it's just to look at the alcohol content...
After getting used to the taste of strong liquor, Rumlow gradually couldn't go back to the time when he liked beer...
Of course, wine is not a good thing for ordinary people.
If drinking in moderation is good for your health, it’s not just for people who don’t drink…
These words are for those drunkards who are addicted to alcohol...
For normal people, alcohol begins to cause harm the moment it enters the body.
Fortunately, the nephalem's body cannot be generalized to that of ordinary people.
The damage caused by wine is somewhat similar to that of poison, and the nephalem have pretty good poison resistance...
"I just want to ask you if you have thought about how to face the archangel."
As Constantine spoke, he refilled his cigarette.
This move made Rumlow frown.
"This place is a public place, you must at least ask my opinion before you smoke."
Rumlow looked unhappy.
Cigarettes are also very harmful to people...
Carbon dioxide and tar will affect the body's oxygen circulation... and even kill many red blood cells...
Just like drinking with Rumlow, Nephalem are different from ordinary people...
The reason for Rumlow's displeasure was simply that he was choked.
Normal people don’t like the taste of secondhand smoke, but some people just don’t care... ①
"As for the Archangel, that's not something I need to worry about.
My only thought now is to find those bastard Hydras and find the list of victims!
Otherwise, even if I want to atone for my sins, I won’t be able to find a victim.”
Rumlow directly picked up all the wine on the shelf and planned to check out.
What Constantine said is not nonsense.
It's just that Rumlow has no plans to take care of the archangel yet.
One is that he can't control it, and he can't even defeat it...
At least now it seems that those archangels have a pretty good attitude towards ordinary people.
If Malthael only wanted to cause trouble for people related to demons, then most ordinary people would not be targeted.
Since then, Rumlow didn't care much anymore.
"You don't think those archangels don't have any thoughts about human beings, do you?
If so, I can only say that you are naive.
Every power has a price.
As a nephalem, you are also taking risks for the nephalem.
To put it bluntly, it can still be considered a fair deal.
But what about the archangels? None of them told us what they wanted.
We only know the codenames and names of the Archangels.
You say you trust those archangels? Stop joking!
If you trust others indiscriminately, that would be the most ridiculous thing.
You used to be an agent, although you were only responsible for combat matters.
But you have to be a little skeptical, right?"
Constantine's words seemed to arouse Rumlow's anger.
He said these words rudely and directly, but Rumlow didn't even turn his head, he just went to the front desk to pay with a large handful of wine in his arms.
Obviously, no matter whether Rumlow was a little shaken in his heart, he had no intention of telling Constantine.
This result is pretty good, at least much better than Rumlow's direct and righteous rejection.
"Keep the change, please."
Rumlow took out a knife from his backpack, counted enough to pay the bill, and put it directly on the table.
Then I picked up a packing bag and started packing the wine.
The clerk in front of him was just an ordinary person, so Rumlow didn't stuff the wine into his backpack in front of him.
"Hey, get me two packs of silk cards and add them to his wine."
Constantine walked up to Rumlow and patted Rumlow on the shoulder, as if the two were good friends.
"I can pay you, but we are just acquaintances, not good friends.
It's best to have some distance between you and me."
Rumlow rolled his eyes.
Then he watched the clerk in front of him take out a shotgun from under the counter...
"Are you planning to rob?"
Rumlow glanced at the clerk in front of him.
This experience is indeed a bit novel.
Rumlow, who was originally a Hydra, lived in a high-end apartment, and the security in that place was very good.
Although he has also been to places like convenience stores in alleys in this neighborhood when he was on missions.
But when a team of agents is on an arrest mission, they will never encounter robbers...
This was the first time he encountered someone robbing him.
"Um, please hurry up, little clerk.
I want two packs of silk cards.
Of course, if you have a whole one here, I’d like it too.”
Constantine didn't even look at the shotgun in front of him, but said a few words casually and continued to harass Rumlow.
"Man, let me tell you.
Manpower is sometimes scarce, and it is not a big deal to occasionally rely on the power of angels or demons.
But you must at least know who the enemies and friends of mankind are!
According to my many years of experience, the only friend of mankind is mankind itself.
The enemies of mankind are all those other than mankind who want to gain something from mankind.
Well, little brother, don't pull me with the barrel of a gun.
I'm talking about the right thing.
If you want to rob, you should point your gun at this guy, not me!
Look at how strong he is, and look at me again. Let me tell you that I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer a few days ago.
I’m just like having a good smoke now.”
To be continued...