Before, I didn't want to be exposed because I was afraid that I would be carried by the neck into some secret place.

who I am?

 I am Constantine!

Who has ever seen me fighting the enemy alone?

 When I don’t have teammates, I am very weak.

 If I have any talent, it might be the ability to find teammates or the enemy of my enemy.”

Constantine said casually, obviously he had no intention of avoiding it now.

 “Then I’m going to open the portal.”

Seeing Constantin's casualness, Natasha had no intention of persuading him.

 A portal was torn open by both hands, and a huge demon's head came face to face.

 The head of an elite Agren troll.

 It seems that Rumlow has become a lot stronger during this time.

“So, I opened the portal when I just finished the battle.

 Do you think this is in the Great Secret Realm, Natasha?

 Last time I experienced the feeling of being led into a great secret realm by my ancestors, and I can’t forget that feeling to this day.”

 Rumlow's voice sounded lazily, and then he appeared in this office.

 Being brought down to the Great Secret Realm by the ancestors is actually nothing to be proud of.

 You must know that in a secret realm of that level, all these guys can do is find a safe place to wait.

 Wait until the final secret realm guard is shattered and open a portal to go to the ancestors.

This approach is undoubtedly to encourage growth, but sometimes people just like this kind of tone, what can be done?

But that experience had no side effects for Rumlow. Who allowed Mocott’s ancestral spirit to be in his body?

“So why open the portal in this place?

 You know, I'm a little sensitive to these political things now.

 Although I don’t think they can kill me now, it’s still hard to erase the shadow in my heart.”

 After Rumlow looked around at the people present, his eyes stopped on Constantine.

 “Man, long time no see.

 You have been avoiding me, that's why this happened.

 Want a drink?”

 Rumlow took out a bottle of strong liquor and threw it directly in the direction of Constantine.

 It seems that the relationship between the two people is pretty good. After all, they are comrades who have experienced some things together.

“So the ancestral spirit in you told you my profession?”

Constantine took off the cap of the bottle and poured a sip into his mouth before speaking.

“I always thought you would be a mage before this.

 You were so serious about mysticism before, I really didn’t expect that you would become such a guy.

Constantine the Witcher? This might be a good title."

 After Rumlow finished speaking, he stopped paying attention.

 Although Rumlow was a little surprised that Constantine's profession was a demon hunter, it was not to the extent that it shocked him.

The only guys who care very much about Constantine's career are Nick Fury and Amanda Waller over there.

 The witcher information was not on their desks.

 This is normal, barbarians don't like to talk about relatively strangers.

Whether it's praise or belittlement, barbarians like to get in your face.

The Nephalem who are present at the powerful demon hunters in Vera are somewhat aware of it, but when it comes to the group of demon hunters, they are a little helpless.

“By the way, Ancestor Mokot told me.

If you want to use the nephalem's portal, the way to do it as a witcher is not to use brute force.

Of course it’s not like you can get through that small gap with agility.

 You have to carry a weapon, preferably a dagger with you."

　　Rumlow looked very strange when he said this.

Had Mocott not told him, he would never have imagined that the way the witcher opened the portal was to use a dagger to cut the connection between spaces.

According to Constantine, this approach is not mystical at all.

 It’s not even very scientific.

 “Are all witchers masters of weapons?”

Constantine asked curiously.

“No, barbarians are masters of weapons.

 The types of weapons that witchers are good at are very fixed.

 Daggers, bows and crossbows.”

 Lumlow had to repeat what the ancestors of Mocott said.

“So, you asked me to come here just to educate this bastard Constantine about his illiteracy?

 If that were the case, then I would go to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath now.

 To be honest, instead of chatting here, it would be more interesting for me to sleep a little longer or go to the secret place."

 Rumlow glanced sideways at Nick Fury.

 As for Amanda Waller, of course he knew her.

　　When he was still a member of Hydra, he heard that someone was planning to let Amanda Waller join Hydra.

 It's just that the guy who said this obviously failed, otherwise he wouldn't have no news.

Amanda Waller is no easier bitch to deal with than Nick Fury.

“No, I asked you to come here just because I hope you can make Constantine talk about something serious.”

Natasha said a little embarrassed.

What do you think of Rumlow's current situation? It seems that he has no desires or desires?

“If this is the case, I suggest Natasha that you directly hit his face with a combination of punches.

 Don't say you can't beat this guy, let alone you can't catch up with him.

 If we wanted to catch him, we would have done this long ago, wouldn't we?

 It’s just that the ancestors didn’t care about him at all.”

 Rumlow pointed at Constantine's face and said, his fingers almost stuck into Constantine's nostrils.

 In addition to becoming a little desireless, Rumlow also became a lot more rude.

Hmm, let’s change the word, it’s much more “direct”.

 “Actually, they were planning on telling me to get out.

 Although I don’t know if this is what Nick Fury meant or what everyone meant.

 But I have one advantage, that is, I follow what is good.

 It’s a pity that I didn’t think this was a kind reminder, so I chose to stay where I was.”

Constantine slapped Rumlow's fingers away before speaking.

 Rumlow still has demon blood on his hands, and Constantine doesn’t want to taste the demon’s blood when he opens his mouth.

 This is not hygienic at all.

Even though Constantine’s life was very sloppy and sloppy, he was still very cautious when it came to possible infectious diseases.

 At least he always has that little rubber balloon when he is happy.

 “Didi, Didi, Didi~”

A fierce sound suddenly came from Amanda Waller's watch.

This thing is the rhythm that only occurs when there is a riot in the Dream Prison.

That place is full of super criminals.

 “Looks like you need to deal with your problems first.”
To be continued...