"Why is Rumlow here?"
There's something strange about Bulkesso.
Normally, people who are affected by evidence of shame should resolve their shackles as soon as possible.
Burcasso stood on the low building drinking strong wine and glanced at the room with the open window on the high building.
Aim and jump.
Bulcaisel's figure appeared next to Angel and Constantine who were observing the writing on the glass.
"So that's it."
Bulcasso's thunderous voice frightened the three people in the room.
The moment Rumlow saw Bulcasso, he understood why he had felt like he was being targeted by his head teacher.
Although he originally didn't plan to find Bulcaisuo, but now that he has met him, what is there to say?
"damn it!"
Constantine's body reacted before he saw Bulcasso. He struggled to restrain the thought of turning around and running away, and stood still.
Then he uttered a curse word.
"Twins, and the power of seeing."
Bulqueso didn't pay attention to the performance of Rumlow and Constantine at all, and glanced at Angel with a scrutinizing gaze.
Bulcaisel seems to have found a way to hell.
"That...who are you?"
Although Angel was frightened when Bulcasso appeared, she felt a sense of security from Bulcasso that she had never felt since learning about her sister's death.
It was as if this tall and burly old man was protecting her.
"Corinthians 17? What?"
Bulcaisel glanced at the information on the window. He was not interested in responding to Angel's question for the time being. At this time, he was preoccupied with thinking about how to get to hell.
Angel was a little embarrassed, Rumlow was even more embarrassed, and Constantine was ready to run away.
"There is no chapter 17 in Corinthians."
In embarrassment, Angel changed the subject.
“In the Bible of Hell, there are twenty-one chapters in Corinthians.”
Constantine said cautiously, his eyes fixed on Bulcasso, ready to escape at any time.
"Boy, can you open the gate to hell?"
Bulkesso looked at Constantine and asked his question.
Ancient One said that she could only teleport when the gate of hell was open, but now the devils in hell are all very well-behaved, like little chickens, and they don't dare to open the gate of hell.
Constantine, a guy who likes to take advantage of loopholes, might have something different to do?
"I don't have that much ability... I can try."
Constantine was about to deny it at the first moment, but when he saw Bulcasso's eyes filled with anger, he changed his mind.
"Then what should I do?"
Rumlow folded his hands on his chest, a little confused.
After seeing the devil in hell, Rumlow felt that he had to finish the current thing first.
"You keep doing your thing."
Bulcasso glanced at Rumlow, took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and threw it away.
"The smell of demons from hell has never been pleasant. Learn to get used to it."
The smell of the devil was nothing to Bulqueso, a barbarian who had been fighting for hundreds of years, but to Rumlow, it still seemed a bit exciting.
"The ones in the secret realm are not so disgusting."
Rumlow took the liquor and poured it into his mouth.
"Those were all killed once."
Bulkesso said casually.
…
Ancient Yi was now standing in front of Gabriel, looking at him with a cold expression.
"Angel, can you tell me what your injury is?"
Ancient One's request made Gabriel a little panicked.
Two very similar faces looked at each other, which looked a little strange.
"I was not careful..."
"Snapped!"
"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."
Gabriel felt the pain.
"Father will protect me!"
Gabriel's body began to erupt with energy, and Gu Yi felt that an external energy was impacting the alien space.
What Gabriel did was use himself as a beacon, allowing the power of heaven to pour into it.
Apparently it was going to resist.
"Snapped!"
"I'll give you another chance."
Ancient One withdrew her hand, and every time her hand hit Gabriel's face, she would feel a sense of absurdity.
Although she knew that Gabriel did not deliberately imitate her face, she was still somewhat angry at this time.
Gabriel is not one of those half-angels, or those ordinary nameless angels.
As an angel who spreads the holy message from heaven, Gabriel is considered a high-ranking person.
The power on it is not considered ashes to Gu Yi, at least it can be regarded as a cricket.
Coupled with the support of heaven's power, Gabriel is now barely a biting rabbit.
"Snapped!"
The magic power on Gu Yi's body imprisoned Gabriel in place, and he was hit with another scratch on the ear.
"Your father doesn't dare to make trouble in front of me!"
"It was the old man! It was the old man who broke it!"
Under the pressure of Ancient One, Gabriel finally shouted loudly.
Incidentally, he showed off his broken wings.
In Gabriel's mind, the Ancient One controls the power of time. Is there anything in this world that she doesn't know?
From the beginning of questioning all the angels, to now holding it for humiliation, it is just to warn both heaven and hell.
So Gabriel wanted to resist.
"I don't care much about your plans, do you understand?"
Gu Yi's eyes were dull, as if he was speaking the truth.
Gabriel understood what the Ancient One meant.
"No matter what plan you have, it is impossible to cause turmoil in the world."
Gabriel understood it this way.
However, the situation is stronger than humans, so it can only bow its head.
"Don't hurt ordinary people."
After Gu Yi said these words, he disappeared.
Gabriel was left with half a swollen face and gritted his teeth.
…
"Elder, do you have any way to get Angel to activate the evil power in her body?"
Constantine asked Bulcasso in the restaurant, licking his face.
After he finally got a small bottle of spirits from Rumlow's hand, he finally got closer to Rumlow.
"Rumlow, you'd better stay away from this scumbag. He's not worthy of trust."
Burcasso held a fork and ate the pasta on the table casually.
Angel on the side was silently holding a glass of water and drinking it in small sips, as if this would make her less embarrassed.
"I just happened to take over this task. It looks like it will take some time."
Rumlow looked at the food on the table, a little absent-mindedly.
"Well, what should I do about my sister?"
Angel's current appearance did not look like that of an NYPD Major Crimes Unit operator. He spoke cautiously like a frightened hamster spitting out the food in his cheeks in search of life.
Recent experiences have forced her to admit that there are supernatural things in this world.
"Let that scum open the gate to hell, and that's it, isn't it?"
Rumlow said a little irritably.
He didn't want to get involved in this matter at all.
"Anyway, he has a way to enter hell. Didn't he just do it yesterday? Let him find an acquaintance and ask him what is going on."
