This thing is actually not a title, but a position?

"So, Nick Fury is planning to let Norman Osborn take the blame for him?"

Peggy Carter collapsed on the sofa, as if paralyzed.

These days are tiring enough, so it’s normal to relax a little.

"No, there is no blame."

Constantine became rarely serious and said.

"Okay, then his brain must have been shaken. He wouldn't have been able to do such a thing without thirty years of cerebral thrombosis.

To treat someone's illness as a favor to yourself, but also to hand over your most precious thing to the other person?

Nick Fury, why didn't I realize you were a saint before?

Come here and let me slap your right cheek." 2

Peggy Carter said with some anger.

Nick Fury's face turned darker.

He is one of the few atheists in this country, although he has truly seen God.

But he doesn't believe in God.

Who can believe that a wine god of thunder can bring a rich harvest to mankind?

Peggy Carter's ridicule was ugly enough, but Nick Fury had no way to refute it.

After all, he signed the contract.

Although it was calculated by Constantine.

"Tell me, how did Constantine do it.

How could a dirty-hearted guy like you be plotted against one day?"

Steve finally sat up straight.

It looks like he's coming out of a middle-aged, uh, old age crisis.

It may also be that the jar is broken after social death.

"The guy put a needle on the white paper and pricked my finger."

Nick Fury said casually, but I don't know if he was very casual in his heart.

"If Johnny Blaze were here, you and he would probably have a lot in common."

Rumlow took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

This is how Johnny Blaze was tricked back then.

"The question now is, Steve, can you help Mr. Norman Osborne!"

Nick Fury's voice was a little urgent.

"Okay, it looks like the contract you signed is a bit harsher than the one Johnny Blaze signed.

Should I say that I am worthy of Constantine?"

Rumlow threw the bottle to Constantine.

"Thank you for the compliment."
Chapter completed!