Behind the Scenes from American Comics

"Mr. Constantine."

In Sister Margaret's Bar, Phil Coulson walked in front of [Constantine] with a suit and a genial smile.

In addition to him, there was Natasha Romanoff, who had just finished fighting.

Beating down dozens of strong mercenaries, Natasha Romanoff didn't blushed or panted, and at a glance, he knew that his physical strength was very good!

"What's the matter with me?"

[Constantine] He raised his glass and asked lazily.

The sudden coldness made Deadpool secretly give him a thumbs up, expressing admiration for him.

Due to the indiscriminate entry of sand sculptures, the cold temperament that [Constantine] pretends to break in a second.

"idiot!"

Glancing at Deadpool fiercely, Constantine said with a stern face: "Phil Coulson agent, no matter what you come to me with, don't talk about it. I'm very busy, and I have to deal with dozens of requests every day."

"Uh......"

Phil Coulson was speechless about Constantine's behavior of putting gold on his face.

S.H.I.E.L.D sent people to watch around the clock.

As far as he knew, Constantine had been drinking and clubbing all day, and had never done anything serious since the detective agency opened.

That's it, how dare you say you're busy?

Phil Coulson sighed inwardly that this man was too thick-skinned.

However, as a mature agent, Phil Coulson just complained inwardly, with a warm smile on his face, "Mr. Constantine, it's like this, Mr. Tony. Stark is missing in Afghanistan, so...I want to borrow Check your [Captain Jack's Compass]."

"No talk!"

Constantine lit a cigarette and said, "You can do good things, and I will give out things. You S.H.I.E.L.D think it's pretty good."

"One hundred thousand dollars!"

Phil Coulson's smile didn't change, "S.H.I.E.L.D is willing to pay $100,000 as a rental fee."

"I promise I promise..."

Hearing the money, before Constantine said anything, Deadpool hurriedly raised his hand, leaned in front of Phil Coulson and boasted, "Hey, Mr. Agent, the one standing in front of you is the famous Deadpool in the mercenary world, isn't he? I swear, I am proficient in all kinds of flower work, and the employers who have used it say it is good."

Phil Coulson ignored the sand sculpture and continued to ask Constantine, "How are you thinking, Mr. Constantine?"

"it's a pity!!"

Being ignored, Deadpool was not embarrassed, he leaned in front of Natasha Romanoff, with a familiar tone, "Hey, ma'am, are you still short of people in S.H.I.E.L.D? How about the salary? $30,000 to 50,000 a month, just a few more beautiful agents to spar with."

"Ha ha!"

Natasha Romanoff was expressionless and lifted her leg up.

"Oooh-"

Deadpool looked ecstatic, rolling on the ground with his legs between his legs.

Rolling and rolling, he rolled to Constantine's leg, raised his head and said with a constipated face: "The rumors are harmful, who said that female agents are particularly fond of seduction?!"

"That would also be divided."

[Constantine] showed no mercy, kicked the sand sculpture away with one kick, spit out a smoke ring and said, "Phil Coulson agent, if you give money, it's not impossible to lend you a compass, but the price is too low."

"If I go to Pepper, she'll be willing to pay big."

"Can't we discuss it?" Phil Coulson smiled as usual, and gave Natasha Romanoff a secret wink, indicating that it was time for her to go out.

With his years of agent experience, it is clear at a glance that Constantine is an LSP.

To deal with this kind of person, Natasha Romanoff can easily handle it.

Coincidentally, Natasha Romanoff thought so too, her red lips twitched, revealing a masculine and charming smile, just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by a ringing phone.

"When I hear the bang, girl, I want to hug you, you lean against the wall, my hands against the wall..."

Listening to the irritating lyrics, you can tell that it was Deadpool's phone that rang.

Get up quickly from the ground.

Deadpool took out his phone from the stall, switched to the stable baritone, and said solemnly: "Hey, this is Wade Wilson, what's the matter with you?"

"What? My daughter is missing and wants me to help find... Madam, I only kill or teach people, I'm not good at finding people... $10,000? That's all right, leave it to my lady, I make sure your daughter comes home safely."

Snapped!

Hanging up the phone, Deadpool knelt on the ground, slid forward three meters, hugged Constantine's legs and howled: "Dude, you heard it too, Jianghu emergency, lend me your broken compass, I'll hurry. I'm so poor that I can't even eat instant noodles."

"..."

Constantine's mouth twitched, and she was very puzzled, "Why can even a sand sculpture like you receive a commission, but I can't?"

"hey-hey."

Saying this, Deadpool will no longer be sleepy. He got up and put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "That's definitely because of my good service. The one who came to me just now is an old customer."

"Oh...what's your service content?"

"Help her to break her husband's legs of domestic violence. In order to win praise, I deliberately interrupted three."

"..."*