“If I have mental illness, you can send me to a mental hospital. If I am mentally unhealthy, you can also introduce me to a psychiatrist. But don’t confuse me with freaks like you!”

John Wigger said this.

 Then his eyes wandered and he saw a very handsome young man.

That young relative watched their argument with a charming smile.

“Hi, bro. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. How have you been lately? By the way, you are so handsome!”

Constantine came over with a cigarette between his fingers.

 This is the cigarette he has hidden on his body.

 It’s wrinkled, but there’s nothing yellow on it.

Constantine took out a cigarette from a small, well-sealed plastic bag and handed it to John Wigger.

John Wick looked at the bag and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

But before he had time to refuse, the cigarette was already stuffed into his mouth.

 “I have cigarettes myself.”

John Wigger's words were a little late. He silently took out the cigarette case from his pocket and pressed the gun against Constantine's chest.

Constantine smiled and took his hand out of John Wigger's pocket and raised it above his head.

“I just think that S.H.I.E.L.D.’s cigarettes might smell a little better than my favorite Silk Cards.”

Constantine said with a smile.

Duggan glanced at Constantine, then took a few steps back.

　　The hand holding the bullet also closed up.

 “Hey! Draw? I like this game.”

Constantine took a bullet out of Dugan's hand and looked at it.

 There is no gunpowder.

 “Brother, I’ve finished smoking for you, and you’ll be next.”

Constantine put the empty bullet shell in his hand into John Wigger's pocket, and took out another bullet from Dugan's hand.

This one is also an empty shell.

John Wicker looked at Dugan with cold eyes, and opened the safety of the gun in his hand.

 “The one who draws the full bullet is next.”

Duggan’s face didn’t change at all and he spoke very calmly.

Nick Fury's face turned much darker.

“The mission of the Howling Commandos doesn’t seem too heavy, I think it’s time to put a little more burden on you.”

Nick Fury said this and threw the bullet in his hand on the ground.

"John, Constantine. I have long admired your name. Are you interested in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.? The Howling Commandos need professionals like you to deal with the endless mysterious incidents that have occurred recently."

Nick Fury reached out to Constantine.

 A black hand.

"It's a great pleasure. I just care about whether SHIELD will reimburse me for some of my normal expenses?"

Constantine grabbed Nick Fury's hand with an eager look on his face.

  S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge company, which means countless teammates!

Constantine loves teamwork! Especially these agents are full of sacrifice!

 As a mysterious expert in S.H.I.E.L.D., he will be well protected!

 “As long as you can get the invoice.”

Nick Fury doesn’t look good.

He has already seen Constantine's files.

 So-called “normal” expenses are anything but normal.

  After all, no “normal person” would always appear in a bar with a sign like “Big Bird Go Round”.

“That’s a pity, but fortunately I can always get an invoice. After all, you have to file taxes to survive in this country.”

Constantine smiled and slapped a stack of invoices into Nick Fury's hand.

 Then he put his arm around John Wigger's shoulders.

 …

 “Jin Bin, you don’t plan to run away?”

 Colson appeared in Jin Bin's office and said with a smile.

 When he saw the eight rings on Jin Bin's thick fingers, his face became a little strange.

 Eight rings, four black and four white.

 The belt is like a finger tiger on Jin Bin's finger.

 “The Stonebreakers need to run away, but Jin doesn’t.”

Jin Bin looked at Colson in front of him expressionlessly.

  Kingpin had already exposed his extraordinary power when he faced Matthew and the others before.

 But the eight rings that Jin Bin is wearing now are enough to give them an explanation.

“To be able to become the underworld emperor of this city, you are not as slow as your body. Mr. Fisk.”

Colson said with a corner of his lips.

“But, how do you explain that the rings you are wearing are four pairs of mutually hostile rings?”

Colson said this, and the unsightly hammer of the Fallen Believer appeared in his hand.

 Colson knew Kingpin's habits.

 Suppression is his favorite method.

 According to those gangsters, only the dead can keep secrets.

 There is not much power gap between the Fallen Believer and the Stone Breaker, but after adding those rings, the balance of victory and defeat seems to be tilted a bit.

“The white one is real, the black one is fake.”

Kingpin said this.

The stone-breaker, a heavenly hammer, also appeared in his hand.

 The golden markings once again cover the body.

 It’s just that something is missing.

Wearing those rings from death, Jin Bin has neither the white color of the life ring nor the black aura of the death ring on his body.

This look is very unusual.

Colson shook his head and said:

“It looks like all eight rings are fake, right?”

 “You can come and try.”

 Jin Bin said without taking a step back.

 The huge body took two steps ahead.

"Okay, okay! You have the final say. I wanted to tell you a piece of news. It doesn't look like you need my help."

Colson said this.

 The fallen one in his hand also disappeared.

 Jin Bin frowned when he heard this.

That frowning movement is not pretty at all, it is full of ferocious temperament.

 Among the information Kingpin knows, the news Coulson can tell at this time is most likely about Murdoc.

 He could not imagine how this kind of news would help him.

"Fallen, if you want my help, you'd better be smart."

 Jin Bin said this and put away the sky hammer in his hand.

Colson slowly left Jin Bin's sight, with a cruel smile on his face with his back to Jin Bin.

 The only people who can best keep secrets are dead people, and this is not just a gangster’s patent!

 For agents, this is even more true!
To be continued...