Deadpool: Constantine,!

Inside Sister Margaret's Bar.

Dizzying lights flickered overhead as a group of tattooed mercenaries chugged beer and traded crude, lowbrow jokes.

Click~

As Natasha pushed open the door and walked in, the male hormones in the bar instantly surged. Emboldened by alcohol, they began shouting lewd remarks at her.

"Yo~ Who's this babe? How much for a night?"

"I like that soft, delicate look. She must sound amazing when she screams!"

"See those long legs? Absolute top-tier goods!"

"Hahaha!"

It was not until Natasha pulled out a lady's pistol that these guys quieted down somewhat.

There had always been a saying in the mercenary world: whenever you encountered a child, an old person, or a beautiful woman, you had to be extremely careful!

"Constantine, look at that chick—her body is smoking!" Sitting at the bar, an idiot in a red skintight combat suit with two carbon steel swords strapped to his back kept tugging at Constantine's arm and shouting.

Constantine shot him a look of disgust and silently edged away.

This Marvel Universe was truly strange. There were clearly no mutants carrying the X-Gene, yet Constantine had unexpectedly run into Deadpool.

Deadpool, whose real name was Wade Wilson, was a former special forces soldier.

During a genetic experiment, he gained superhuman regenerative abilities. Whether his head was cut off or his organs were ripped out, such things did not even count as minor injuries to Deadpool.

"Haha. She's definitely here for me!"

Seeing Constantine's disgust, Deadpool did not care in the slightest. Instead, he planted his hands on his hips, shook his butt, and grew excited.

After all, Deadpool was a pretty big name in the mercenary world. He was confident that among all these crooked melons and cracked dates, he alone was the best-looking guy in the entire bar!

"Idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Constantine quietly exhaled a ring of smoke.

Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow, was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ace female agent.

There was no way someone that important would appear here for no reason.

"Sure enough, she's looking this way."

Constantine's expression remained unchanged as he casually turned sideways. Only Deadpool was completely oblivious, excitedly swaying back and forth and repeatedly blocking Natasha's view.

"Did you see that, Constantine? She's looking at me. She's been looking at me the whole time, right?"

[Emotion Points from Natasha Romanoff +473]

Natasha rolled her eyes in anger. "."

"Babe, you think pulling a gun means you're somebody? Hurry up and have a drink with me!"

The mercenary world never lacked hardheaded fools.

And just like that, a "warrior" brave enough to challenge the legend appeared.

Admiring his courage, Natasha struck him squarely in the "head" with a cold expression.

"Hiss—"

However, the mercenaries in Sister Margaret's Bar always had some ties with one another.

When one of their own was bullied by an outsider on their turf, there was no way they could tolerate it.

Puffing out their chests, more than a dozen of them charged forward howling with confidence.

Just over a minute later, they came flying back with howls of their own. Every last one clutched between his legs and dropped to his knees, surrendering to the pain.

"Hiss, that hurts—too much! Mr. Wade can't handle this!"

After seeing more than a dozen people take heavy blows to the same spot, Deadpool went numb. He took two steps back, sat down at the bar again, grabbed a beer, and chugged it to calm his nerves.

"Mr. Constantine, there's a job worth one hundred thousand dollars. Would you be interested?"

Seeing that no one else dared provoke her, Natasha curled her red lips and approached with a sultry sway of her slim waist and long legs.

Click.

"Not interested."

Constantine took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, holding it between his lips as he coolly refused.

"My agency is thriving. I get dozens of jobs a day. A mere one hundred thousand dollars..."

[Emotion Points from Natasha Romanoff +500]

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Natasha's mouth twitched as she cursed inwardly.

Could you stop flattering yourself? Your agency was so dead it had not even taken on a single official job yet, okay?!

When one hundred thousand dollars failed to work, Natasha swiftly changed tactics.

A mature agent always created her own opportunities.

She stepped forward and leaned against the bar, rhythmically pulling down her zipper to slowly reveal her full, pale breasts. Her eyes brimmed with seduction, lethal temptation in every glance. Resting her chin on one hand, she breathed softly like an orchid.

"Mr. Constantine, you—"

"Constantine, you're so fucking good at putting on airs! You won't even take a hundred-thousand-dollar job? Come teach your brother how it's done!"

Seeing Constantine's expression change instantly, his temperament turning cold and aloof, Deadpool was dumbfounded.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees, stretched out both arms, and tightly hugged Constantine's thigh as he howled.

No wonder Constantine was so popular with women. If Deadpool had that kind of skill, why would he still be renting a place with Vanessa? He would have long since soared through heaven and burrowed into the earth!

[Emotion Points from Wade Wilson +623]

Natasha's expression froze. In her heart, she wanted nothing more than to beat that interrupting bastard Deadpool to death.

Her honey trap had only just begun, and it had already gone down the drain.

Constantine viciously shoved Deadpool's head away, feeling utterly speechless.

Ever since meeting this idiot, he felt like his IQ had been dropping again and again.

No, I can't let this idiot affect me.

Thinking this, Constantine decided to change his attitude.

"Forget Wade. Tell me about the job."

[Emotion Points from Natasha Romanoff +501]

Delighted inwardly, Natasha ignored that idiot Deadpool and began introducing the details of the job.

"In Manhattan, an abnormal number of deaths have occurred repeatedly over the past week.

"Every victim's body was filled with large amounts of water and silt, which blocked their cavities and windpipes, causing death by suffocation."

"After comparing those substances against water samples from the Hudson River, we were shocked to discover that their composition was astonishingly identical."

"Even more horrifying, the bodies began moving on the second night after their deaths."

"Therefore, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. suspect that this case is very likely connected to supernatural forces!"

Taking the file Natasha handed him, Constantine casually flipped through it and showed an interested expression.

"One hundred thousand dollars. Fine, I'll take it."

On the ground, Deadpool's eyes were practically popping out of his head.

The Hudson River.

As a famous river in New York State, it stretched 507 kilometers in length.

It originated at Lake Tear of the Clouds in the Adirondack Mountains. The Mohawk River joined it upstream, it connected westward to the Erie Canal, and its mouth flowed into New York Harbor. It was an important economic lifeline of New York State.

Near Pier 5, on a shallow bank.

Natasha, Constantine, and a certain Deadpool who had shamelessly tagged along were gathered around a male corpse, discussing it intently.