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The man in the long black trench coat sitting in the corner of the messy little bar was so decadent that he couldn't fit in with the madness around him.

He was indifferent to the people around him whistling and laughing and flirting with the waitress, that is, he was not moved by the pitiful look from the waitress for help, nor did he care about the warning looks from others.

The man just smoked one cigarette after another for himself.

On the greasy and narrow table in front of his eyes, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had piled up so high that they even rolled down the entire table.

The people in the bar who wanted to come over to make fun of men because of their strong physique, couldn't help being a little surprised when they saw his posture of smoking cigarettes for food.

"Hey, buddy, the other tables are already full, can I share a table with you?" The young man who had just walked in walked over with his back bent.

Before the man can answer, the young man will sit down.

"boom!"

However, the man kicked the stool under the young man's buttocks, so that the young man who didn't expect him to react in this way didn't have time to react, so he sat down on his buttocks and fell heavily on the ground.

The bar fell silent for a moment.

The man who hadn't raised his head all this time finally lifted his long eyelashes, his eyes shrouded in smoke looked at the young man nonchalantly, and said hoarsely, "Get out."

The young man, who wanted to jump up and fight back, looked like a rat aware of the danger the moment he saw the man's eyes, shrank his body in fear, stood up, limped and limped towards the bar, but didn't dare Provoke men again.

The bar quickly resumed its bustle.

Regulars at these bars discussed women, gambling, and other anecdotes among themselves.

But there are more and more people who vaguely looked at the man.

The man indifferently threw the cigarette butt that had burned his fingers into the ash pile, and lit another one on his own.

Until the call he had been waiting for for a long time finally came.

"Konstantin, I found the information you wanted."

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously very familiar with him, and he joked in an intimate tone: "But I didn't expect you to be alive, I thought you had already died in some demon hunting operation because of your bad temper. But Seriously, being able to hear your voice again before you get killed by cigarettes and nicotine is a fucking feeling."

The man's slender fingers took down the half-burned cigarette, pressed it out indifferently, and then took out the notebook with a fur-edged edge that he carried with him: "Don't talk so much nonsense, I won't let you collect my body when I die. Yes. Now, tell me what you've heard."

"Well, it's nice to hear that you're still able to talk with your voice hoarse like this--the only thing I'm not happy about is that I couldn't hear you tell me about your death yourself."

There was a computer keystroke on the phone, and then the man said: "Before I tell you, I still have to say—Konstantin, you bastard, you are so fucking picky about information, do you know how much information this information has? Is it difficult? The highest level!"

"Although we have always publicized that apart from the existence of God, werewolves, vampires and demons are all fantasies, you know, these are real. For this reason, we have also established many organizations to manage these things Things. Like the Men in Black organization that manages aliens, like S.H.I.E.L.D. that deals with those villains and garbage, and like us who have always dealt with these dark creatures.”

"But the information you were looking for was not with us, but was sent to S.H.I.E.L.D. According to your description, the devil from the country should have come to New York as soon as he entered the country. Some agents once saw I've seen him haunt the alleys in the middle of the night talking to homeless people."

"...Oh, by the way, if you want to find that demon, you can go to the plant market or the bar. This information says that the demon often goes to those places."

Constantine's shorthand pen stopped: "Red hair, golden eyes, adult male about 1.8 meters in height. Are you sure that the demon you mentioned has such an appearance?"

The person on the other side of the phone yelled unhappily: "Are you questioning my professional ability? I'll blow your head off!"

"But that guy is not a good person who would be interested in plants and bars... Unless he is crazy, he will suddenly change his interest." Constantine frowned as he looked at what he wrote down.

The man muttered and complained: "Come on brother, I'm really crazy that I'm willing to help you find me in this turmoil of the military and the government."

Constantine laughed softly: "If I can survive this time, I will definitely treat you to a meal."

Xiao Sa hung up the phone, he shook the soot that fell on his black windbreaker and stood up.

The people around who had been watching this side quickly retracted their gaze immediately.

Constantine casually swept them around, and walked towards the door with his long straight legs.But when he pushed the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the waitress who was walking up.

"Miss, your chest is almost exposed, and your tattoos - you must have been in prison, and you seem to have a high status in the gang. With such a careless disguise, you still want to come to the fairy dance?"

Constantine sneered: "Do you think I'm an office worker who doesn't understand anything? Come on, miss, when I was working in this kind of place to earn cigarette money, your mother hadn't given birth to you yet."

The waitress, who had been pointed out, clutched her chest in anger: "If it weren't for your good looks, who would have liked you! Bah!"

"Who the hell are you? How did you find out?"

Constantine's eyes were lifeless, but he laughed aloud: "Anyway, I'm still a detective—although the business scope generally doesn't target humans."

The man turned and opened the door to leave, leaving behind only the laughter in the bar and the jumping and cursing of the waitress.

Condensed in the dark bar for several days, suddenly being exposed to the sun, Constantine had to raise his hand to cover his eyes.

"Plant market? Seriously, do demons still have such cute interests?"

Apparently Constantine didn't believe this: "But let's go and see, there must be something bad planned there."

……

It wasn't until the back of Constantine disappeared at the end of the road with a cigarette in his mouth that the young man came out of the bar.

While walking, golden particles scattered from the young man's body, and when he reached a place where no one was around, his image was completely different from the one just now with his hunched waist and flowing air.

What appeared was Shang Yang's figure.

He noted the direction in which Constantine left, but he had no intention of continuing to catch up.

"It's not the demon that night that Tai Ah said, but it seems to be related to the demon that night."

The young man in black military uniform sighed softly: "Is there no ancestor in the country to bless you? This species is too diverse."

No matter which side it is recently, it is too busy to hit the back of the head.

Not to mention the military and the government, the alternation of power has never been willing.

Morgana threw herself into it without sleep, and took advantage of the chaos to complete the task assigned to her by Ying Zheng.

And even if Mr. President realizes that she is working for Ying Zheng, seeing her excited as if the most shining reporter from more than ten years ago has returned, he is reluctant to destroy her rare spirit.

With the disintegration and reorganization of the military and the release of declassified documents, the mutant camp has obtained more evidence of crimes committed by the military against mutants. Whether it is the X Academy or the fraternity, under the leadership of their respective bosses, they are angrily protesting against the mutants. The military retaliates and rescues the mutants who are still in military custody.

Director Fury, who realized that S.H.I.E.L.D. has undercover agents because of a visit and reminder from Ying Zheng, is even bald and two big.

Hydra has never given up on its goal of kidnapping Ying Zheng.

The military even built a military operation for Yingzheng nine years ago. In Hydra's view, it is to confirm the rumors that by studying Yingzheng, they can get a way to control mutants.

Not to mention that in the military base that Yingzheng destroyed, there were still many Hydra undercover agents.In Hydra's view, Yingzheng does not belong to the military, but should belong to their spoils.

The large and small attacks on Ying Zheng derived from this have never stopped.

But before that, it was Natasha and the Avengers who directly interrogated and dealt with the captured Hydra members.

Director Fury is also relieved to leave these trivial matters to Natasha.

I don't know why, but since a few days ago, the members of Hydra captured by Yingzheng and the undercover agents of Hydra captured from Stark Industries have all been thrown to S.H.I.E.L.D.

This caused the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, which was already cleaning itself, to explode like water pouring into a frying pan.

Among the Hydra members who were thrown over by Ying Zheng, there were many scientific researchers and Hydra's little leaders. In order to rescue these people, some agents within SHIELD revealed their identities one after another.

Until this time, looking at the list that Natasha gave him, Director Fury realized that what is SHIELD that he is in charge of?

This is simply the Snake Shield Bureau!

Director Fury sighed tiredly: "Okay, I can say here, it has been checked, and there is absolutely no eavesdropping equipment."

He looked seriously at the boy in front of him: "Are you sure? Are you going to attack Hydra?"

"I believe the captain has already told you what kind of organization it is. That organization is so huge and far-reaching that it can be traced back to the fifteenth century. Even if the existing one is just a branch of Hydra, it is big enough to have deep roots. You It's almost impossible to uproot it."

"'Cut off one head and grow two heads to replace it', this is Hydra." Director Fury shook the thick document in his hand: "SHIELD and Hydra have been entangled for a long time, and I have also Very confident that S.H.I.E.L.D. can wipe out HYDRA. But look now."

Ying Zheng's light golden eyes were smiling: "Isn't this great? I also helped you out by leading snakes out of their holes and catching many undercover agents, right?"

"I don't need you to worry about success or failure for me-although I still want to thank you for your kind reminder."

The young man sat on the sofa leisurely, as if he was just saying something insignificant: "My patience is not without boundaries. Hydra has crossed the line."