The burly man said this.

 “Of course, me too.”

Constantine said while maintaining a smile.

“Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any requirements regarding people’s orientation?”

Constantine asked Melinda beside him.

 Compared to the ex-boyfriend in front of her, Melinda, who Rumlow is willing to trust, is more reliable.

 Constantine's judgment was sharp.

"No."

Melinda probably figured it out.

 After all, Constant's expression is obvious enough.

 So Melinda made room slightly for the big man who just came in.

The big man walked in with a smile.

 “Archives.”

 After saying where he wanted to go, he clenched his fists and looked at Constantine.

 The elevator may be the best place to solve the problem after the toilet.

This kind of conventional thing seems to be universal everywhere.

There is enough time, and the big man believes that his own skills are enough to deal with a Constantine.

 “You want to do it here? I don’t care, but you...”

Constantine was halfway through speaking when he suddenly remembered what Melinda said about SHIELD having no requirements for orientation.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I don’t care, but can you hurry up?”

Constantine said this and scratched his butt.

 Hand has already grasped a small ball of demon flesh.

This thing is enough for him to protect himself.

 He doesn’t care about orientation, but he still has some difficulty accepting office romance.

 A little prank, no problem, probably.

"Before you do anything, let me go out."

Melinda said with a cold face.

 She always felt that what she said seemed a bit strange.

 But time did not allow her to think about it carefully.

Melinda has no intention of watching the live broadcast.

 “Open the door on the next floor.”

Melinda said this.

 The elevator began to slow down and came to a steady stop.

Then, a series of gunshots came from outside.

 “No wonder Rumlow chose to take the stairs...”

Constantine whispered.

Then a flaming skull burned through the elevator door and stuck its way in.

“Well, the elevator is indeed a dangerous place.”

Constantine had a smile on his face and cold eyes.

The demon flesh and blood held in his hand turned into a ball of black light and was thrown out, hitting the skull's head in the middle.

Although it is just a small blinding spell, with the addition of demon flesh and blood as a medium, this thing is already a relatively powerful curse.

 More importantly, this piece of flesh and blood was taken from the corpse of the secret realm guard.

There was a disgusting smell like a clogged sewer, and Melinda looked at Constantine with horrified eyes.

 The demonic flesh and blood in Constantine's hands did not escape the eyes of the cavalry, but this approach was a bit shocking.

“Don’t worry, devil’s flesh is not spread through skin contact, and I don’t have hemorrhoids.”

Constantine said this, and then showed his white teeth to his "ex-boyfriend".

 That big man’s face turned pale.

“I remember this is Ghost Rider? How did he appear in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Constantine took out a white ribbon from his pocket and wiped the hand that had come into contact with the demon's flesh.

 The belt began to emit green smoke when it came into contact with Constantine's palm.

 Bursts of holy flames burned from above.

 When he met Anderson before, he secretly cut a strip of cloth from Anderson's body.

The clothes worn by angels may be more powerful than the holy cloth.

Angels seem to like giving alms? So Constantine didn't feel any guilt at all.

 And Anderson didn’t say anything about it at the time.

 The holy flame began to burn, and the three people in the elevator felt their courage rising for an instant.

It’s just that Melinda is more calm when facing various things, while Constantine has always been cautious about these mysterious things, so he can restrain his impulsive emotions very well.

 The big man let out a heroic roar, pulled out his pistol, and fired continuously at the skull in front of him.

He emptied his magazine faster than the NYPD. He was worthy of being a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. Each bullet hit the same location firmly, turning into liquid metal and dripping on the ground.

 Then he roared and punched Ghost Rider's head.

 “Cool! I think he must have a common language with the barbarians!”

Constantine couldn't help but say as he watched his "ex-boyfriend's" fists being burned, and then giving a brave headbutt to the skull's head.

  “Not really!”

 Rumlow's voice came, and a mace tore open the elevator door together, knocking the Ghost Rider directly to the ground.

It was only then that Constantine saw the full picture of Ghost Rider clearly.

“I remember that Ghost Rider used chains? Sometimes he also used guns?”

Constantine tilted his head and said, while the cloth strip in his hand continued to burn.

 “Obviously, this isn’t it!”

 Rumlow raised his hands above his head, and an ancestor's hammer began to condense!

 The hammer is full of sharp spikes, it looks so merciless!

 The brilliance of the hammer connected with his ancestors' wrist guards, emitting an even stronger radiance!

 “Coax!”

 The Hammer of the Ancestors was supposed to fall on Ghost Rider's head, but it was blocked by another hammer!

 The huge impact at that time would not disappear just because it was blocked!

 Shock waves spread in all directions!

Melinda's steps were a little unsteady, and Constantine kindly gave her a hand.

 Of course it’s okay to find support for yourself.

 Everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. is getting busy.

“Okay, Lord Tianhammer, I know this hammer.”

Constantine said helplessly.

 He indeed wanted to deal with the matter of Lord Tianhammer, but he did not plan to meet one of them so early.

soul Eater!

This thing poses a greater threat to him than other hammers, and it may not have much effect.

 After all, there is only half of Constantine's soul in his body, and he will not die immediately if he is swallowed by the Soul Eater.

 But it may be easier for the Soul Eater to swallow his soul than to swallow an ordinary person.

“Soul Eater, I think the current Ghost Rider may no longer have his own mind?”

Constantine whispered.

 His hand holding Melinda was mercilessly slapped away.
To be continued...