According to his experience, Rumlow and Luke would not be able to play much of a role in the battle against Kingpin.

 And he didn't dare to trouble Bulcaisuo. He felt like a child who dared not tell his parents when he was in trouble, although he knew very well that this right thing would get help from his parents.

 It’s just that he felt that Bulcasso might not intervene at all.

I can only say that people with delicate minds are somewhat pretentious.

 “Then why don’t you go find them?”

Angel said lazily, and moved his whole body back, completely sinking into the cheap sofa.

"I can't find them. If I want to teleport to each other, I need a battle flag as a medium. But I haven't met the qualifications to get a battle flag yet."

The nephalem want to teleport around each other, so they need battle flags as guidance. Each battle flag is the beginning of a legend.

 At present, only Rorschach is on the verge of qualifying for a battle flag, but in the end there is no battle flag.

 “So we’re just going to do nothing?”

 Angel closed his eyes and moved further into the sofa.

 Obviously this cheap sofa made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’m thinking that Spider-Man’s injury will probably take some time to recover, and before that we still have time. Kingpin seems to have no intention of looking for us at all, and I don’t know what he has been doing recently.”

 Matthew's voice was filled with worry.

 And the Jin Bin he is worried about is now constantly showing his face in front of the leaders of the underground forces, constantly trying how to make these people give birth to high-quality fear.

  Kingpin didn’t have much idea about this matter, so he could only keep trying, like a pervert.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate for Odin to do this kind of thing, after all, he has a face that can eat people.

  Kingpin seemed to have no talent in this matter, and he did not need to bring fear to others.

 When creating fear changed from a means to an end, the underworld emperor didn't know what to do for a while.

“It seems like today is another day of doing nothing, and I think it’s not a bad idea to continue like this. But don’t you have that magical bottle of medicine? Why don’t you give it to Spider-Man?”

 Angel's voice suddenly became lazy.

 Matthew and Spider-Man are afraid of Kingpin, but Angel has no feelings at all.

After seeing Satan being held in someone's hand like a mallet and Mephisto being deceived like a fool, she felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

 The less one knows, the happier a person is. This is simply the truth.

 At least a wage earner won’t have to worry about the bond crisis, unless the wage earner is stuck in financial affairs and has to resort to working for a living.

 Angel looks a bit like a salted fish now.

“That’s a treasure that can make an upright person have evil thoughts. I can’t take the risk. Besides, I’m not familiar with him. What’s more, he’s not to the point where he’ll die if he doesn’t use the medicine bottle.

 The most suspicious thing now is that Kingpin has no intention of looking for trouble at all, which is very unusual."

Matthew was still thinking about it. He couldn't figure out what Kingpin was planning.

 After truly feeling the suffocating fear, Matthew couldn't calm down.

“How about we call the paranormal expert? He disappeared after I dumped him on the road last time, just in time to see if he was dead.”

 Angel took a deep drag on the cigarette, with a look that made people worry about her lifespan.

The posture as if he was trying to suck everything into his lungs looked a bit awkward, and even his expression became a little ferocious.

 She just mentioned it casually about the medicine bottle, but she didn't really want to ask any further questions.

"Constantine? What can he do? He is just an ordinary mage. He may not even be able to speak in front of Kingpin."

Matthew suddenly remembered the way Constantine held his belly and said dirty things, and couldn't help but frown a little.

 He did not have much favorable impression of Constantine.

“At least that guy won’t feel afraid, and he won’t be afraid and can’t even think calmly in front of him.”

 Angel suddenly opened her eyes and spoke to Matthew. She wanted to remind Matthew that his condition was not normal.

 “Perhaps we need this ‘professional’ person.”

Matthew covered his face in pain and leaned on the back of the hard chair.

It's not that he doesn't have money to buy himself a sofa, but he doesn't want to appear too relaxed when facing those poor people.

 “By the way, do you have his contact information?”

Angel asked, she gave Constantine's business card to Spider-Man, and now she can't contact the guy.

 “Obviously not.”

Matthew said weakly.

But he doesn’t have to worry about it.

 Because Constantine has already appeared in New York and is currently negotiating with Spider-Man about charging fees.

“Okay, Spider-Man! Let’s each take a step back. I only want five thousand dollars! You can’t let me lose the money for my plane ticket.”

Constantine said in an indifferent tone, but judging from his expression, he took the issue of tariffs very seriously.

 After hell closed all communication with the human world, he had not received a job for a long time.

 Only when he can only eat cheap cup noodles will he feel how cute those demons are.

 So he did not hesitate to borrow a sum of money to buy a plane ticket to solve the problems encountered by others.

 “You know, he is a vigilante and he doesn’t have that much money.”,

Spider-Man said in an angry voice.

His hood was washed, and even he couldn't bear the strong smell of blood on it, so he could only put on a hood that would lead to direct questioning by the police, and then put on a Spider-Man mask and appeared in Kangxi.

In front of Standing.

“Hell, so I can’t even afford a flight back? Then why didn’t you tell me on the phone that you were a poor man?”

Constantine said a little irritably, waving the cigarette randomly in his hand.

“You know I don’t even have money to eat, let alone have to spend money to buy cigarettes! I don’t want to be locked up in a dark room and wait for your police to send me back!

 It’s better to say that the creditors I met after being sent back gave me more headaches!”

 Constantine became completely furious.

“I just heard that you are a professional and wanted to consult. You came after asking for the address in a confused way. I didn’t even have time to explain the question clearly.”

 Peter Parker has a headache.

 His life has not been very good recently.

 Due to the injury, he had no time to find a place to take a "selfie", so the income from the Bugle Daily was basically gone.

 As a non-staff reporter, he relied on selling news for a living. After the injury, even ordinary walking was a bit difficult.

“Okay, okay, why don’t you let me, a professional who is here to help, work hungry? You should have the money to pay for my lunch, right?”

Constantine said impatiently.

His stomach had begun to complain to him, and the gurgling sound in his intestines constantly reminded him that it was time to eat.

“I know a good pizza place, I’ll call him right now.”

Spider-Man took out a very old mobile phone and dialed it very skillfully.

“Hello, two nine-inch pizzas, please deliver them as soon as possible. I will text you the address.”

Spider-Man's series of movements were very smooth, indicating that this is really a store he always patronizes. It was so smooth that the boss opposite didn't have time to speak. Perhaps he was a little defensive about Constantine and didn't want him to have any trouble.

There is no chance of revealing his identity.

 He quickly put down the phone, selected the last text message he sent, and clicked Resend.

Then his other phone rang not long after. Carrying two phones was a little habit of his, after all, he had an identity that was not very visible to the public.

“Peter Parker! You are absent from work today! Do you still want this job as a food delivery boy?

Now, immediately! Get your lazy bones moving! Come to the pizza shop immediately, and you will deliver this pizza to the guests within thirty minutes!"

All right……

 Spider-Man’s mobile phone is also very cheap, the type that makes any sound loud.

 “Uh-huh? Peter Parker?”

Constantine said with a weird smile.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't intend to use your identity to threaten you. Besides, weren't you asking for my help?"

Constantine waved his hand, trying his best to dispel Spider-Man's hostility.

Of course Spider-Man would not answer the call so rashly, this is some of Constantine's tricks.

Although this guy is generally a hero, he has never been very particular about his behavior.

“Okay, I didn’t expect that Spider-Man actually needs a job as a delivery boy. How do you deliver food? Do you also use spider silk to fly from the top of the building?”
To be continued...