Constantine teased Nick Fury.

Nick Fury looked expressionless.

When has the King of Secret Agents ever cared about what others think of him?

The answer is no.

"Soul, the money I want is soul.

To fulfill my…well, not-so-great conjecture.”

Constantine glanced at Norman Osborn as he spoke.

But that look was a bit like ogling.

This guy is cold-blooded and has no gender standards when choosing a mate.

He doesn't even care if the other half is a human being.

"The truth about the Nephalem's power?"

Nick Fury asked a very interesting question.

How do the nephalem keep getting stronger through fighting?

Nick Fury has learned from others that constant fighting and killing enemies will make you stronger.

This doesn't sound like normal gameplay.

Maybe that's because they devoured the souls of those they killed, and to achieve this was none other than the bloodline filled with rage!

If this is the truth, then it makes sense that the ancestor spirits cannot become stronger.

Without blood, just the soul can still use the power it once had, but it has lost the channel to absorb the soul.

This conjecture seems interesting.

"Awesome, I just wanted to try out what soul means to me.

To put it bluntly, I am the only one who became a Nephalem through my own efforts.

Although the source of power in my body does not seem to be a very popular one, it does not prevent me from exploring the power."

Constantine seemed to be speaking frankly, but his eyes were still looking at Norman Osborn.

Obviously this can no longer be regarded as a hint, but Norman Osborn still doesn't know what Constantine wants from him.

"Also, the soul is definitely not useless to angels and demons.

If at any point I get caught, I'm even close to being killed.

I thought maybe angels and demons would let me go because I paid the ransom.

Isn’t it good to be alive?”

When Constantine said this, he kept winking at Norman Osborne.

If his face could be as big as a three or four-storey building, he would be able to give a "death wink" to this rhythm.

It doesn't seem to be a problem to set off a storm in the blink of an eye.

"Can angels and demons solve my genetic disease?"

Norman Osborne couldn't help but interject.

"Of course, I have never heard that angels and demons have genetic diseases.

But even if it does, it has nothing to do with us.

We don’t know anyway.”

Constantine's eyes narrowed as he said these words, as if he was smiling.

But Nick Fury felt a strong sense of malice.

Did this guy mean something?

Or has my secret been discovered?

Nick Fury started brainstorming alone without any change in his expression.

I have to say that Nick Fury is very smart, or there is no problem with being thick-skinned.

Anyway, this guy is the kind of guy who doesn't care even if he dies in society.

"Can you get blood samples from angels and demons?"

Norman asked directly about this and somewhat dangerous topic.

I have to say that Norman is a very good person, and he found the right way to deal with Constantine in almost a short period of time.

If you have something to say, talk about the reward.

Is it enough? Constantine will re-quote.

"Well, not every angel bleeds. I don't think it's possible to determine what is flowing out of their wounds.

But the devil must have blood, although most of the time it is black and sticky as if it can be directly ignited.

But I’m sure it’s blood. At least you can see things like red blood cells under a microscope, although you might have to call them black blood cells?”①

When Constantine spoke, he pointed at Nick Fury intentionally or unintentionally.

Although the movement was very natural, both Norman and Nick Fury could understand it.

This action is not subtle at all.

Nick Fury had the urge to change the race for a moment, and his face turned a little dark.

Well, it goes without saying that his research on demons is definitely exposed.

A guy like Constantine can definitely do something like sell this news for money.

But it's not that serious. After all, it's research, so I won't shiver.

"Then what's the deal between me and you?"

Norman took a deep breath before speaking slowly.

He has almost made his decision.

Nick Fury's face turned darker.

Is he the chosen next director of SHIELD to be cut off by Constantine?

"Ahem!

Of course, the best purpose of a transaction is a win-win situation.

I need souls, wait! Don’t refuse in a hurry, I will give you the techniques and plans for collecting souls.

And I will provide you with blood that contains the power of angels and demons at the same time!

How is this condition?

To be honest, there are definitely not many targets in this world who can obtain this kind of blood.

Especially if you don’t have much power, what I have is probably the only one you can get.”

Constantine said calmly.

"Norman, I have detailed information about Constantine here.

I think you need to take a look.

Cooperating with this guy is a bit more dangerous than seeking skin from a tiger."

Nick Fury knocked on the table, attracting the attention of both parties.

"Haha, of course. It's quite dangerous to cooperate with me.

Because I'm the last one to die.

My teammates will definitely die in front of me,

How do you say that?

When being chased by a beast, you don't need to run faster than the beast, as long as you are faster than your companions, it is enough.

This may be selfish.

But I can become the winner in the end, right?"

Constantine glanced at Nick Fury, who finally opened his eyes.

The divine light in his eyes made Nick Fury recognize the guy in front of him again.

John Constantine is no longer a necromancer who can be knocked unconscious by gangsters in a sneak attack, but a self-reliant Nephalem!

This is the threat of Hongguoguo!

"This is not enough!

If it's just Nephalem blood, I have Rumlow and Steve here, especially Steve.
To be continued...