Dark Savages Come To the United States

"John, you need to know who I am! I am the Lord of Hell, Mephisto!"

John Witkey's answer exposed his name before, so Mephisto didn't say anything.

"In fact, there are quite a lot of monarchs in hell, and he is just a clone of Mephisto."

Constantine added, before tilting his head and whistling again.

John Witkey took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then the rest was taken directly by Constantine.

Strange to say, John Witkey is a very rule-abiding person, but he has an extraordinary tolerance for Constantine, a guy who doesn't follow the rules at all.

After he took a good look at Constantine's face, John Wicker wondered if he really had a relative from Liverpool.

"Whoa, Sika, do you really have no relatives from Liverpool?"

Constantine took out the lighter that Angel gave him, lit a cigarette for John Witkey, and then lit the one in his own mouth.

John Wicker looked at the dead body of his pet dog on the ground, and thought about the soul he had seen before.

"Before today, I thought there would be no guys like you in the world."

John Wicker raised his hand and fired, putting another shot in the head of Nick Fury's stand-in. There were a lot of question marks in his heart, but there was no way to resolve them, so he could only shoot at the bastard who killed his dog.

Mephisto glanced in the direction.

"John, I remember you never played with human souls..."

Mephisto blamed Constantine with a somewhat deep tone.

He is not the same as Constantine, a mortal with naked eyes. He can see some differences between this corpse and human beings at a glance.

In addition, he didn't see this guy's soul, so Mephisto used this to put eye drops on Constantine.

Although he was originally a doppelganger, he didn't need to use these small tricks at all when he was able to mobilize the power of hell. But the times are different. Although he got the opportunity to be completely independent, he also lost that power.

And Constantine is a psychic, but he still can't tell whether the corpse is human or not 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, anyway, he can always find a teammate.

"You can just call me Mephisto."

"But that can't hide the fact that you are a clone."

Constantine and Mephisto are dismantling each other.

Of course Constantine played with human souls. He put the souls of his companions on the negotiating table and lost.

Even his own soul was often bet on, but he always won, or at least aborted the bet.

"Okay, let me just ask, is it true what you said about bringing it back to life?"

John Wicker took a deep breath of his cigarette and asked Mephisto seriously.

"May I ask, why do you insist on resurrecting this puppy?"

Constantine wanted to prevent John Witkey 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.

It was enough to prevent John Witkey from signing the contract.

"It's a substitute for my wife..."

John Wilke spoke in a deep tone, and that handsome face made him full of charm.

"I think it's a good thing you don't have relatives from Liverpool, one can't, at least shouldn't..."

Although Constantine does not discriminate against special groups, or he is one of the special groups, John Witkey's words still make him somewhat unacceptable.

From the moment he appeared, Mephisto secretly used his remaining power to exert influence on John Witkey.

Otherwise, this cold-blooded killer would not open his mouth easily.

"My wife left me a puppy before she died, and it died, but I met him."

John Wicker didn't realize that he was talking about his past with a stranger now, and he didn't notice how much maliciousness there was in Constantine's statement. He was never a talkative person.

Constantine stepped on a stone and drew a simple magic circle. Then interrupted Mephisto's influence.

"Ahem! Then why don't you want to resurrect your wife, but this puppy?"

Constantine immediately interrupted John Witkey's narration and pointed to the essence of the problem.

Mephisto secretly scolded Constantine for meddling in his own business.

Now the puppy's soul is in front of him, his weak strength is enough to revive the dog, but now he can't resurrect a woman who has been dead for several years.

"You mean this bad old man can do such a thing?"

John Witkey woke up like a dream.

Mephisto's clone is going crazy.

It was so hard for him to shake the killer's soul, and if John Wicker hadn't seen the dog's soul before, he wouldn't have tried it.

"It's a pity that he can't do it now, even if you resurrect you... Well, the replacement of a wife can last up to two days."

Constantine explained the situation directly.

Then Mephisto was stuck in the forehead with a pencil.

Although the pencil didn't have enough strength to hurt him, it didn't stop him from feeling angry.

"Dude, you got a pencil somewhere, that's pretty cool."

Constantine smiled from the bottom of his heart, now Mephisto's avatar has little power. John Witkey's approach undoubtedly rejected the deal.

And Mephisto is a narrow-minded, John Wicker was tied to his Constantine's warship after this.

As for why it is a warship, it is because the boat of Constantine's friendship capsizes.

"You'll know! You'll know how far I can go!"

Mephisto pulled out the pencil casually, and then disappeared without a trace.

Although he is only a clone, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the power to face revenge.

At least he still has a knight!

That knight is not that guy Cartersley, he should give that knight some quests.

Such as taking the San Van Gonza contract from Constantine.

At the same time, a group of guys dressed as Third Reich soldiers were walking in this direction wearing tight protective clothing.

This team is small in number, only twelve.

They had just prepared werewolves and mummies in the base, and now they are going to Yang Valentine's men to stand by.

Yang Valentine sent them a message saying there was a shortage of manpower or something, so the team was transferred.

It's not too far away from 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 Witkey dropped the unloaded pistol on the ground. He realized that something was wrong with him before.

After breaking away from Mephisto's influence, he could no longer treat Constantine with a stranger's attitude.

"It's okay to say that."

Constantine spits out the spent cigarette, then lights another.

"Is it really possible to resurrect a person in this world?"

John Wicker took the pack of cigarettes back from Constantine, took one out and threw it back.

He is still very concerned about the resurrection mentioned earlier. After losing his wife, he single-handedly eliminated the whole family of the guy who killed his dog.

His love for his wife is sincere and sincere, and it is no problem to describe it as unforgettable.

"The body of that guy just now is fine. I'm still very concerned about whether you have any relatives."

"No."

John Witkey interrupted the conversation, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"I need a dinner here, for one person. And take care of the table. The location is XXX."

"No one can afford the price 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 his weak psychic.

"I still can't accept such a thing."

As soon as John Witkey finished speaking, he was attracted by the sound of orderly footsteps in the distance.

"what is that?"

With some surprise and dissatisfaction, John Witkey looked at the advancing team in the distance.

In this beautiful landscape, someone dared to wear this suit. Although the appearance was blocked by a tight protective suit, it was unreasonable.

"I think we should avoid it first."

Constantine felt that something was wrong, there was not even a little bit of living breath on those guys.

"I don't have any immediate means to target living creatures, and those guys don't seem to be human."

After Constantine finished speaking, he turned around and left without even leaving a trace of movement.

He, Constantine, is very good at avoiding bad luck and avoiding bad luck. When necessary, he can disappear without a trace. Even his former partners can't find him.

But obviously these soldiers of the Third Reich could not have left witnesses.

If they dare to act on this road, they are naturally prepared.

The end of this road is their base, and usually no one will come along this road.

This time, it was just a matter of testing the protective effect of the protective clothing on them, and whether there would be non-combat damage during the operation.

They have known the existence of the Roaring Commando for a long time, after all, the relationship between these guys and Hydra is not clear.

Even the Roaring Commandos were just part of what they witnessed, and then there was another goal.

Leaving no one alive wherever they go is what they are best at.

The orderly marching tone was immediately replaced by the sound of intensive running, and the guns were already aimed at the living people in front of them.

Although they didn't know why there were two living people in front of them, it was just a battle.

They like to fight.

"Go first!"

John Wicker finally realized something was wrong at this time, and when he turned around after shouting, Constantine had already run a long way.

Cursing secretly, John Wicker picked up the dead body of his pet dog and ran away. Fortunately, it was just a puppy and not too heavy.

As for the dead body of Nick Fury's stand-in, no one cares.

Those delivery guys from the Continental Hotel cleaning up the scene are on their way.

Those soldiers are not living people, but their speed seems to be no different from ordinary people.

Just don't feel tired.

They couldn't catch up with John Witkey and Constantine in a short time, but they didn't seem to be able to run for long.

Who can keep running at a constant speed?

Even marathon runners get tired at times, and this trail is not an easy place to run.

...

"Captain, please go to the base of the Roaring Commando, I had an accident when I got there."

After arranging Bucky Barnes' body, Nick Fury sat in his office and spoke to Steve.

He still cared about the loss of contact between the werewolf and the mummy, but when he thought of the bearded man he met, he almost collapsed.

It was because of a dog that he killed his double.

Not even the FBI's documents could stop the guy from committing the murder, which made Nick Fury a big headache.

Otherwise, he should have been on the way to support with Frankenstein and humanoid.

In other words, John Witkey successfully saved Nick Fury from the soldiers of the Third Reich, and incidentally saved the lives of Frankenstein and humanoids.

"I see. I'm going to see Peggy after this operation."

Steve took a deep look at Nick Fury. Since he opened his eyes, things have been going on one after another, and he doesn't even have any free time.

"Your shield has not 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 supply the captain with the equipment.

Thinking of this, he thought of Rumlow again.

"If you can, see if you can go to Rumlow to help you, and you can bring Coulson with you."

Nick Fury added.

"No, the Howling Commandos are old buddies. I trust them."

After Steve finished speaking, he looked straight at Nick Fury.

Nick Fury hasn't told the captain what he's called to do there.

"Bringing Frankenstein and humanoids to support werewolves and mummies, they lost contact at a base about Hydra."

"Combat mission?"

Steve was a little dissatisfied.

Nick Fury is capable of not giving him weapons in combat missions.

"So I asked you to find Rumlow..."

Nick Fury's face darkened even more.

Now there is no manpower in S.H.I.E.L.D. that can beat Rumlow.

Even when Rumlow was about to be beaten to death, an existence beyond human understanding could jump out.

Who else works better than rumlo?

It's a pity that Rumlow is basically useless now.

"It's probably chatting with Tony over there."

Steve turned around and went to look for Coulson. As Nick Fury's trusted subordinate, Coulson is worthy of trust.

Incidentally, he also wanted to take Melinda with him. He admired Melinda's performance in the previous battle.

On the other side, Pepo was comforting Tony.

Bulkelso and Rumlow were sitting on a bench outside their house looking up at the sky and drinking.

With a bit of drunkenness, Tony babbled about what happened to Pepo.

Tony didn't even realize at this time that he trusted Ms. Potts around him more than his Uncle Stan.

"Speaking of how long will the people inside be staying?"

Rumlow felt that the current situation was a bit weird.

He always has a feeling that wherever he is, there is trouble.

Just like the protagonist of a novel.

"Wait until they want to go."

Bulkelso felt very bored while drinking.

He was really bored out of the environment where there were fights everywhere.

Although he can enter those secret realms at any time, the projected demons are not exciting at all.

Having cleared all the secret realms a long time ago, what he is thinking about now is how to find an evenly matched opponent.

"When you are in the environment, the golden beard and hair look more powerful."

Rumlow looked at Bulkelso's beard and took a sip of wine.

"What's the use of looking at Mighty? If you have time to think about it, you might as well go and clean my car."

Bulkasso stroked his beard casually, thinking of the powerless feeling when he was attacked by death, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Ever since he saw the death in this world in the image of a skeleton, he felt that the power of death entangled him seemed to have disappeared a lot.

"When was your most dangerous battle?"

Rumlow seemed a little drunk. After all, Rumlow had not been a barbarian for a long time, and he was not yet fully familiar with many things.

"It was the first time I saw thousands of walking corpses. At that time, I was still holding a hand axe. Then I replaced it with Assef's light of life, knocking down the walking corpses one by one. Corpse, after that battle, I can't bear the nausea."

Bulkelso has never shy away from times when he is deflated.

There is nothing to say about that kind of thing.

Volusk also had the experience of being knocked unconscious by a demon, as long as you ask about these things, they will tell you.

The group of ancestors always liked to come out with these jokes, and after talking for more than a hundred years, no one would shut up until they laughed.

"I find it seems that you never celebrate things like becoming stronger?"

"Celebrate what? Celebrate your death at the hands of a more powerful demon?"

Bulkelso glanced at Rumlow before realizing that he was no longer in the shelter.

The owner of the shelter has no right to choose the enemy at all.

No one knows if what they will meet tomorrow will be those famous demons. All they can do is fight hard and kill a few more demons before they die.

Those who can survive are not necessarily strong, it is probably just luck.

At least Bulkelso felt that he was lucky, at least he didn't meet an invincible enemy early.

"Hasn't anyone ever said that you're really bad at chatting?"

Rumlow put the empty wine bottle at his feet.

"Everyone said so, especially Li Min, that powerful and awe-inspiring mage."

Burkasso suddenly remembered the black hole that Li Min threw out, and trembled a little.

At that time, he was tortured enough by that black hole. Although he still managed to put the two knives on Li Min's neck, he knew that he suffered a bit from that conflict.

Rumlow shook his head, he didn't understand anything Bulkeso said.

Now he doesn't understand how strong Bulkelso is at all.

It's like if you want to touch the ceiling, you must at least see it first.

Bulkelso stood in front of all the barbarians, and Rumlow, who had just set off from the starting point, couldn't even see Bulkelso's back.

"If you like a sample dog, I will bring you one in two days, maybe you can be happier."

Rumlow didn't see the strange light in Bulkelso's eyes when he heard these words.

Bulkelso is very good at raising dogs. At that time, the hounds he domesticated could chew through a hundred of the current Rumlow.

Rumlow's words reminded Bulkasso of the days when the ugly hound dragged the walking dead all over the ground, which was one of his few leisure time after fighting.

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