The moment the black and yellow figure appeared at the door, Red Hood and Red Robin made the same action as if they were copying and pasting, that is
With a "swish", he rushed to the wall farthest from the door, pressed against the wall tightly, holding a weapon in his hand, making a defensive posture.
Deathstroke, who had just opened the door, was also stunned. He looked at the two young men in front of him who were dressed in distinctive clothes and would never forget them once they met him. He searched in his mind whether he had ever dealt with them in a certain order. , and then he realized that he should have never seen these two people.
So, he turned to look at Harley who was packing things next to the operating table. Harley blinked, pointed to the left with her right hand, pointed at the Red Hood and Red Robin and said: "The mission target is these two, put them together." They just need to be sent back to Wayne Manor alive." Deathstroke nodded, and as soon as he took a step forward, the two young men opposite him screamed as if they were stressed. Although Deathstroke's face was covered with a mask, it looked like His expression is unclear, but his helplessness at the moment can still be seen in his demeanor and movements.
"I hate taking care of children." A deep voice came from behind the mask. After the Red Hood and Red Robin froze for a moment, one rolled to the left and the other dodged to the right.
With a "swish" sound, a black figure stepped forward and hit the two of them with a short stick where they were originally.
"Have you met me before?" Deathstroke immediately judged that the other party should have experience in dealing with him, otherwise he would not have grasped the timing of his attack so accurately and made evasive actions. Only then did Harley say: " They are from another universe, and they may have met you there."
"You didn't tell me this information before you asked me to come."
"Because it doesn't matter at all. It's completely within your capabilities."
"You're right, for the sake of helping me sell the stolen goods." Deathstroke turned around and swung his stick. Red Hood rolled to avoid it again. He punched Deathstroke's side. Deathstroke raised his hand to block without caring, and his fist fell on him. When it was on his arm, he clicked his tongue in surprise, then kicked the Red Hood away, and attacked the immobile Red Robin behind him.
Red Robin had an injury on his leg and it was difficult to even walk, let alone avoid Deathstroke. He bent awkwardly to avoid the swung stick, but was kicked to the ground by Deathstroke in the next second.
The Red Hood rushed over to stop him, but Harley's voice sounded behind him: "It seems he is going to knock you unconscious and take you back. This is good, it is more efficient." The Red Hood gritted his teeth. Wanting to attack again, just when the two were about to fight together, the door was knocked again.
"Harry, are you there? I'm here to get the goods." Red Robin, who was lying on the ground holding his stomach, was stunned for a moment. He thought the voice sounded familiar. The next second the door was opened, and Kang appeared outside. Standing.
Deathstroke held a short stick in his hand and turned to look at Constantine. Constantine, who had just opened the door, obviously did not expect that the situation in the room was so chaotic. One of his legs when he stepped into the room paused in mid-air, tentatively. asked.
"Uh, are you busy? I'll come back later, then?" Harley ran to the door happily, pulled Constantine in, waved her hand and said to the other three: "Those who are fighting, please wait a moment. , all stand against the wall, I have something serious to do." Red Hood wanted to say
"What time has it been? If you don't deal with Deathstroke quickly, why are you waiting?" Unexpectedly, Deathstroke put away the short stick in his hand and stood next to the wall on the side of the room.
Red Robin stood up with the help of Red Hood, and Harley pushed them to the wall. Red Robin looked down and saw Deathstroke crouching in the corner. He endured the painful wound on his leg and asked, "Aren't you a killer? ? How could you take this kind of job?" Deathstroke raised his head slightly, glanced at him with his eyes under the mask and said: "Occasionally, the killer will get some things that are inconvenient to deal with. This little girl has a way to help me sell the stolen goods. I I owe her a favor.”
"It seems that I in another universe gave you a headache. Tell me, how many times did I beat you?" Deathstroke asked with interest.
Red Hood muttered something in a low voice, which sounded like a curse, but when he looked down at Red Robin, who looked a little pale, he remained silent in the end. Now provoking Deathstroke and the others would be fruitless.
Red Robin had already focused on the conversation between Harley and Constantine in the center of the room. Harley secretly pulled out a box from the cabinet under the experimental table. As soon as she opened it, the white mist of dry ice dispersed. Constantine leaned his head over and seemed to be carefully observing the box. s things.
A plot of more than 200,000 words of contraband trade flashed through Red Robin's mind instantly. The types of contraband include but are not limited to biochemical experimental drugs left behind by the government, biological samples extracted from aliens by mad scientists, Hallucinogens that can completely control people's minds and behaviors, etc.
As a result, after the box was turned around, there was a human heart inside, frozen in a piece of crystal clear ice. It didn't look evil, and even had some weird beauty.
"Where's the client? Call him out." Harley said.
"I can't use magic. It would be bad if Schiller finds out. Just wait, I'll make a call." After saying that, Constantine walked to the wall phone at the door of the room, pressed a few numbers, and picked up the phone. The receiver said to the other side: "Hello? It's me. We agreed. Yes, the location beacon is on me now. You can just call him." After Constantine hung up the phone, he took it from the pocket of his windbreaker. He took out a piece of crystal that shone with mysterious luster and threw it on the ground.
In an instant, black mud-like lines stretched out on the ground, and an extremely complex magic circle that made people dizzy just by looking at it appeared in the center of the room.
Black energy and mist continued to gather, and a black sharp claw stretched out from the magic circle, followed by half a demon body filled with a strong evil aura.
Finally, when a demon with goat horns and goat hooves filled with evil energy stood in the center of the room, the Red Hood and Red Robin huddled in the corner were stunned.
But at this time, Harley turned the box containing the frozen heart towards the devil. As soon as the devil turned around, the third eye opened on his forehead was staring at the heart.
The huge devil's claws stretched out to touch the edge of the box, but Constantine coughed softly and said, "Don't touch if you don't want to buy it." The devil's claws slowly retracted, but his red eyes were still fixed. Staring at the heart, Harley put one hand on the edge of the table and put the other on her hips and said, "Make a price." The devil gestured.
"Twenty," Harry snorted coldly and said, "This is the only one among the more than a thousand corpses this year that has the heart of a sinner who killed his father and mother, abandoned his wife and children, defrauded money, robbed sex, and committed massacre and arson. This heart was immediately frozen with dense ice less than three seconds after it was cut out alive. It definitely condensed the deepest evil in this soul. Don’t you know the difference!” Constantine also joined in and said, “Jeru, This kind of sinful heart is a rare item, at least the best in a hundred years. Whether it is mounted on a crown or displayed in an exhibition hall, it will definitely show the taste of His Majesty Beelzebub."
"When you take out this gift at the celebration, both His Majesty's generals and staff will look at you with a high regard. The value of this gift alone is more than twenty bottles of soul dust, right?" The tall demon seemed to be trapped. After thinking deeply, Harry rolled his eyes and continued: "You should know how famous Constantine is among the devil kings. Let's do this. If you give out a hundred bottles of soul dust, Constantine will release the news and say You spent a high price of three hundred bottles to buy this rare sinner’s heart.”
"In this way, His Majesty Beelzebub, who you want to give a gift to, will also hear that you spent a lot of money to obtain precious treasures for him. How could he not value your intention?" The devil's eyes rolled slightly. He seemed a little tempted, but after a while he still shook his head and gestured
"Fifty" gesture. Harry sighed softly and walked back to the cabinet on the experimental table and started to rummage. After a while, he took out a small box and placed it in front of the table where the devil was. With the opening of the box facing him, he then reached out and The box opens.
There was an eyeball lying inside. Harry stretched out his hand and introduced: "Although this eyeball is not as good as the rare sinner's heart, it has witnessed thirteen major crimes in seven days. You should be able to see the condensed energy on it." Sin?"
"Now we are doing an event. If you buy a sinner's heart separately, you can enjoy a 10% discount. But if you buy two pieces together, I will give you a 20% discount." The devil put his arm on the table and put his index finger on it. After knocking lightly, Constantine saw that this was a sign that he was still not satisfied, so he said to Harley: "Jeru is the newly promoted general under Beelzebub. He made his first appearance and gift at the celebration. It's a big deal. If you still have any good stuff, take it out quickly." Harley showed a questioning expression, and Constantine immediately said: "Jeru's mother clan is the black devil with the longest history in hell. Grandma is the famous 'Dirty Talisa' in hell, you don't have to worry about her not being able to pay the price." Harley frowned slightly, but she still pointed to the box on the table and said, "This is It’s all I can take out, take it if you want it, forget it if you don’t want it.”
"But I can guarantee that good goods of this quality can only be found in Gotham. I collected these good things after examining the corpses of thousands of sinners. You have to let me go back to the original, right?" The huge demon thought. After a while, he finally nodded, then looked at Constantine and said, "You have to say that I spent five hundred bottles of soul dust..." Constantine covered his forehead, as if he had a headache, and said: " Djeru, don’t go too far, there are no fools in hell, and no matter how good a sinner’s heart is, it’s not worth the price!”
"Besides, I can't use magic. After I don't make a deal with the devil, what I say won't be that effective. Why do you keep staring at me?" The devil snorted coldly and said, "Then you have to be lower. 30% off, no more, otherwise I will collect the knight's soul from An Leiden, which is still a bit entertaining." Constantine was helpless, he knew that this was the other party's bargaining method, but he still said: "The price cannot be lower. You have to leave some profit margin for me as the middleman. I will try my best to promote your reputation."
"You can't do your best." The devil didn't let up at all. He kept tapping his fingertips on the table, and then said, "You have to make them believe that I spent a lot of money."
"I've already said it, but now I can't speak so easily..."
"What if it was me who said it?" Another voice sounded from the door. The two demons who were making a deal, Deathstroke who was squatting in the corner watching the excitement, and the two Robins whose brains had been completely turned into a lake of pulp all looked out the door - standing there was Bruce Wayne.
Bruce held a piece of letter paper in one hand and held Damian in the other. He walked in and said: "This is what my teacher left me in the letter. He asked me to facilitate your deal so that you can Promote our channels in hell and achieve more cooperation in the future..." No one listened to him.
Damian saw the devil as if he had seen a ghost. The devil saw Bruce as if he had seen a ghost.
