Chapter 443: Constantine's Performance

In the basement of the Continental Hotel, there was a vast underground stage. To be honest, the atmosphere here felt quite good, but for some reason, Noah felt uncomfortable as soon as he entered. It wasn't that there was evil hidden here or anything, but Noah found that he didn't like this dark, chaotic, and wild feeling.

Not only Noah, but Constantine also had a similar feeling; he felt as if he had returned to the past. When he was in Los Angeles, there was a club run by a damned guy named Midnite, and the atmosphere there was pretty much the same as it was now. He didn't like Midnite, so naturally, he didn't feel very comfortable with the atmosphere here either.

Moreover, Constantine was too lazy to wear that damned hat now. He felt that this guy named Wick was the pirated version of him, so why should he cover his face?

So, along the way, he naturally couldn't help but point fingers, which made him dislike this damned place even more.

"This is really annoying, it feels like going to Midnite's club."

"Who's to say? I don't like that guy, and this place is similar. They do nothing good, yet they package themselves as gentlemen."

Noah and Constantine began to whisper their complaints.

Neither of them was afraid of trouble; it didn't matter who heard them. However, this place was too noisy, so probably no one could hear what they were saying, and even if they did, they might nod in strong agreement.

Soon, led by Wick, they arrived at Winston's side. Noah curiously sized up the old man. It had to be said that this old man indeed exuded a great aura, sitting in this bar, he looked a bit out of place. As Noah scrutinized him, he was also scrutinizing Noah and the others. He had heard from Charon that some strange people had arrived at the Continental Hotel today.

Clearly, these were them, and indeed, as Charon said, these people gave him a strangely oppressive feeling.

Winston found it very interesting. He had never been afraid of anyone, not even those on the High Table. His geographical location had given him unparalleled connections, and he had very high confidence. He was just curious about the identities of these people.

"Jonathan, I didn't expect you to return," Winston took a small sip of wine and smiled slightly. "And, I didn't expect you to be friends with Mr. Bourne and to bring two friends back with you."

"Hello, Winston," Wick nodded slightly. "I have something
I need to ask you."

"Oh? As far as I know, you're not one to clean up messes, and I didn't know you had a brother." Winston didn't answer directly. He turned his head and looked at Noah and the others. "Have a seat, gentlemen. This round's on me."

"First of all, I'm not his brother," Constantine sat down directly. "Secondly, if I find you're mistaken, I guarantee this place will have a new owner tomorrow."

"Oh?" Winston raised an eyebrow, then suddenly smiled again. "It seems your brother has quite a temper..."

Before Winston could finish speaking, Constantine had already grabbed his neck and silently pressed a pistol to his forehead. His action immediately drew the attention of the other assassins, and the entire noisy bar suddenly fell silent. Noah tilted his head, completely disregarding these assassins.

Constantine had his own way of doing things, and Constantine's actions definitely had a purpose. When dealing with these ordinary people, Noah trusted him completely, and therefore had no intention of interfering.

"I told you, but you didn't seem to believe me."

Constantine gripped Winston's neck tightly; it seemed the man was close to suffocating. "Now, I ask, and you answer directly. Got it? Seeing you makes me feel like I'm seeing someone else, and that makes me very unhappy." With that, Constantine directly threw the man onto the sofa.

However, the next moment, many assassins suddenly rushed towards them, but Constantine remained calm. He lightly raised his hand, and his pistol fired continuously. With each gunshot, an assassin fell directly to the ground. When all nine bullets were spent, no one dared to step forward easily.

"You're doing this in the Continental Hotel. Do you know the consequences of your actions, young man?" Winston's temper was still good, but his expression now seemed much more solemn.

"You must have guessed that we're not assassins, nor are we serving you. Do you think I'd care?" Constantine crouched down and whispered to Winston, at the same time pulling out the ID Fury had prepared for him. "Take a good look. Do you think you're a big deal in my eyes?"

Winston frowned. When he picked up the evidence Constantine had thrown at him and looked at it carefully, his face immediately changed. Because he clearly saw the SHIELD emblem printed on the ID, and the special badge also left a deep impression on him. No wonder this guy dared to attack him so brazenly. No wonder this guy dared to shoot in the Continental Hotel.

It turned out this guy wasn't afraid of him or the High
Table at all!

Clearly, in Winston's eyes, Constantine was an agent, an agent with terrifyingly powerful individual combat skills. These assassins might not be afraid of him, but don't forget, SHIELD was behind this guy! During the Battle of New York, although SHIELD was overshadowed by those sorcerers and superheroes, Winston paid more attention to SHIELD.

He knew that sorcerers might not bother with them he never imagined there would be such bored sorcerers and while superheroes might cause him trouble, he just had to not go too far. Only SHIELD was the organization most likely to cause him trouble and capable of dealing with them. To be honest, the High Table had been operating for so many years, with an unimaginably vast network of connections.

No one would probably want to easily move against them, but once an organization like SHIELD made up its mind, then moving against them would absolutely be no problem! Although the High Table's protectors were powerful and influential, what if they were the first to fall?

And Winston also thought, since SHIELD had already dispatched such a senior agent, does that mean they have already made up their mind?

"What do you want?" Winston thought for a long time, then he slowly sat up and motioned for the surrounding people to clear the area, finally asking contemplatively.

"Viggo Tarasov," Constantine also sat down again and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it.

"You want that Russian?" Winston looked at Wick with some incredulity. "To help Jonathan?"

"Sort of, and we'll also let him enter the desert in Jerusalem," Constantine took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled some white smoke. "He's an unlucky guy, someone who was forced into this. We won't care what his past was like, as long as he can help us, he can live the life he wants." The implication of these words was very clear.

How could Winston, who had risen to management, not understand the meaning of these words? Clearly, helping Wick deal with Viggo was just a side note; their main goal was actually the person on the High Table in the desert.

Winston had no doubt that these agents could do it, so he thought for a moment: "Viggo is in the hotel he operates himself, but this is intentional. I think it's already filled with assassins."

"Go on," Constantine smiled slightly. "I'm starting to get interested. If you can make me more interested, I'll also tell you something you're interested in."

"Those people are all Wick's old acquaintances," Winston continued. "The number is around fifty, not very clear.

As for Mr. in Jerusalem... he's indeed hard to find, but I can accurately tell you a route, a path they must take."

"Very good, Mr. Winston," Constantine now showed a hint of a smile. "I like cooperating with people like you. If you can remain silent, then I can guarantee that no matter the situation in the future, this will be your home ground. Of course, if I find..."

"Pleasure working with you, Mr. Marston," Winston didn't wait for Constantine to finish. He lightly raised his glass, clinked it, then took a sip.

"Very good, pleasure working with you, Mr. Winston," Constantine smiled, then stood up and turned to leave.

Noah and Jason immediately followed, while Wick remained where he was; clearly, he still needed to communicate with Winston.

Walking out of the bar, no one dared to lay a hand on them. As long as Winston hadn't given the order, these assassins had to abide by the rules of the Continental Hotel.

"I say, you're quite impressive, aren't you?" It wasn't until they reached the elevator that Noah slowly spoke.

"Are you so sure he'll help?"

"It's SHIELD's problem anyway, what do I care?"

Constantine said indifferently. "And this guy is a very ambitious person. I've met too many people like him. It's clear that someone like him wants a new identity, an identity that isn't hidden in the dark, so..."

"So you just used SHIELD's identity, huh?" Noah shrugged.

He, of course, knew Winston was an ambitious person. In the future, not only did he defy the High Table, but he even deliberately acted in a way that let Wick go for revenge, even though he knew the outcome. Constantine's actions simply accelerated his behavior.

However, this guy Constantine was truly unscrupulous, using a SHIELD identity and a few subtle observations to directly drag both SHIELD and Winston into the pit.

"What a big trickster," Noah sighed. But just then, Noah's phone suddenly rang...

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