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Chapter 290 DC Universe
Gotham City!

"What city is it, brother?"

Gotham City.

"What Tan City?"

Gotham City!

Hearing Su Haoming's neurotic, relentless questioning, the young man was so frightened he almost cried, and hurriedly explained:
"Brother, we're just poor, not stupid. How could we possibly lie to you about something like this?"

"If you don't believe me, just go out and ask anyone, then you'll know."

Hearing the young man's words, Su Haoming finally gave up hope and confirmed that this was indeed Gotham City.

That’s not surprising!

This place is known for its simple and honest people, and elements from various Hollywood blockbusters can be found everywhere here, including firearms, DP (Democratic Progressive Party), sex trafficking, drug addicts, and the Mafia.

If you just go out for a stroll during the day, there's a high chance you'll encounter passionate firefights between gangs, between gangs and the police, or even between police officers.

At night, it's even more chaotic; you might bump into a rich kid dressed as a bat, or some outstanding graduates from Arkham Academy...

Compared to the experiences described above, a group of low-level thugs who only wanted to rob money could only be considered a rather unimpressive welcome.

Fortunately, Su Haoming is no longer the weakling he was when he first joined the chat group.

His strength at the Foundation Establishment stage is already powerful enough. As long as he doesn't encounter beings of Superman's or Heaven and Hell's level, he can still dominate Gotham City!

Thinking of this, Su Haoming flicked the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet whizzed over the heads of the thugs, striking the ground at the alley entrance.

The thugs, who were about to slip away quietly, stopped in their tracks and turned back stiffly.

"Where should we run?"

Su Haoming brandished his gun and said irritably, "All of you, come back here!"

The thugs exchanged glances. One of them, who looked rather thin, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, saying, "He's carrying a 1911, which only has a seven-round magazine. With the two he already fired, he only has five left. There are eight of us. Even if he hits every shot, he can't possibly take us all down—"

Before he could finish speaking, the thug's voice abruptly stopped.

Following their terrified gazes, Su Haoming held a black-painted AR rifle, its red dot laser aimed at the forehead of the man who had spoken, and said with interest:

"Continue your analysis, I'm listening!"

The thugs: "..."

Su Haoming said calmly, "Not going to analyze it anymore?"

The skinny thug nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Su Haoming sneered, "Then why aren't you getting over here right now?"

The thugs looked at each other, but could only walk back dejectedly.

Seeing this, Su Haoming couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

He had to admit that the local people were really kind and honest, and he had even grown to like the place!
The reason is simple: this straightforward and brutal style of doing things really suits his taste.

Moreover, he has already fired two shots, but there are still no sirens outside. Even the pedestrians on the street don't seem to care and continue with their own business.

Su Haoming sized up the eight thugs in front of him, thought for a moment, and then lifted his foot off the burly man.

"Help him up."

The young man was taken aback by what he heard. After regaining his senses, he quickly called his companions forward and helped the burly man up.

Su Haoming pointed his gun at the burly man and asked with a half-smile, "Are you their leader?"

The burly man endured the pain in his back and gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes!"

Su Haoming laughed and said, "Very good, I'll ask and you answer, understand?"

The burly man nodded repeatedly: "Understood!"

"What year is it now?"

"2013."

Have you ever heard of Superman?

"Of course, there's a statue of him in Metropolis!"

Where is Wonder Woman?

"never heard of that."

"You know Batman, right?"

Upon hearing the name, the burly man's expression instantly changed, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Su Haoming seemed to be deep in thought. He raised the muzzle of his gun and forced the burly man to reveal what he knew.

It turns out that in this world, Batman has been active in Gotham City for twenty years, and his style of doing things has changed several times over the long years.

According to the burly man, the middle-aged bat is now extremely violent. Although he still adheres to the principle of not killing, he has done things like crippling limbs and even beating villains into a vegetative state.

This has led to his reputation becoming increasingly terrifying in Gotham City's underworld.

The burly man wouldn't have been willing to bring it up if it weren't for the threat of a gun.

"Come to think of it, it does have some similarities to Zack Snyder's DC universe..."

Thinking of this, Su Haoming raised his head, looked at the terrified thugs in front of him, and smiled: "What did you say just now—I've got it, hand over all your valuables, or else!"

Su Haoming grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed directly at everyone's foreheads.

Three minutes later, Su Haoming looked at the scattered coins and crumpled banknotes in his hand and couldn't help but show his disgust. "Pah!"

"You bunch of penniless bastards, get out of here!"

The thugs, feeling like they'd been granted a pardon, then dragged the burly man away from the alley in a sorry state.

After they left, Su Haoming put away his gun and looked at the street outside the alley with a sense of emotion.

"It's Gotham City in the DC Universe..."

"Could it be that this world was found by my brother near the Marvel Universe?"

As Su Haoming muttered to himself, he picked up a one-dollar bill and examined it carefully.

"Yes, the materials and craftsmanship are exactly the same as those in the Marvel universe next door, so they should be interchangeable!"

Upon discovering this, Su Haoming nodded in satisfaction and immediately waved to open the window on the first floor next to the alley, stuffing the coins and banknotes into the window.

As a qualified time traveler, he already possessed a large amount of currency and precious metals.

The reason for robbing these thugs was twofold: firstly, to give them a taste of their own medicine and have some fun; and secondly, to see if the material of these banknotes was the same as in other worlds.

After confirming that he was still a wealthy man, Su Haoming didn't rush to leave. Instead, he glanced at the end of the alley and said calmly:

"After watching the show for so long, aren't you going to come out and say hello?"

"..."

The alley was silent for a moment, then a figure emerged from the shadows at the end.

Su Haoming looked him over with interest. The man was wearing a black trench coat, and although his demeanor was slightly decadent, his handsome middle-aged face with a stubble beard gave him a mature and sophisticated air.

After appearing, the man in the trench coat glanced at Su Haoming, then lowered his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and said casually:

"Although he acted somewhat recklessly, his alertness was surprisingly good..."

"Not bad my foot!"

Su Haoming was speechless and couldn't help but complain, "What does this have to do with alertness? It's because you smell so strongly of smoke. Before I even got close to the alley, the smell of smoke was already hitting my nose. Anyone could tell you were there, right?"

"..."

The man in the trench coat froze as he lit his cigarette, then coughed, put the cigarette away, and said seriously, "The rifle you just took out had a faint scent of holy light. If I'm not mistaken, you're also an exorcist, aren't you?"

Su Haoming was taken aback upon hearing this, and then looked at the man in the trench coat with some surprise.

"Do you have a dog's nose? How can you smell that?"

As the man in the trench coat said, the rifle that Su Haoming had just taken out was indeed not an ordinary firearm.

It should be said that most of the firearms he carries are magical technology or energy rifles. The AR rifle he just used was enchanted by divine magic and has a remarkable effect on the likes of the undead and vengeful ghosts.

From this perspective, it does indeed resemble holy light, so it's understandable that people might mistake it for holy light.

"and many more!"

Su Haoming seemed to suddenly remember something and asked cautiously, "You just said... also?"

The man in the trench coat smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "That's right, I'm also an exorcist!"

"..."

Su Haoming's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

No! We can't make that conclusion so hastily!
There are quite a few exorcists in the DC universe, so it's unlikely that the first one you encounter will be that guy.

Clinging to this hopeful thought, Su Haoming asked, "May I ask your honorable name?"

The man in the trench coat was taken aback for a moment, then replied modestly, "John Constantine."

"..."

Su Haoming was speechless and turned to leave without hesitation.

Constantine was taken aback when he saw this, and quickly chased after him.

"Don't leave in a hurry!"

"Since you're also an exorcist, we're in the same profession, how about we become friends?"

"I won't hand it over!" Su Haoming said without turning his head. "See you later!"

Just kidding, this guy is John Constantine, the greatest conman and most rogue superhero in the DC Universe.

Although Su Haoming wasn't a hardcore DC Comics fan, he had heard of this guy's reputation to some extent, especially his three infamous hobbies—

Smoking, drinking, and ruining your teammates' lives!
If you're lucky, being friends with this guy might allow you to survive to the end with some missing limbs; if you're unlucky, you might end up meeting both Satan and God at the same time!
Thinking of this, Su Haoming felt incredibly unlucky.

"Wait, let me finish!"

"I just received an exorcism request, but it's quite tricky, and I'm afraid I'll have a hard time completing it alone. If you're willing to help, I'll give you half of the reward, how about that?"

Su Haoming originally intended to use his true strength and speed to shake off Constantine, but considering how troublesome this guy was, he decided to change his approach and sever ties with him.

So he stopped, turned around, and looked at Constantine earnestly:
"how much is it?"

"..."

John smiled, thinking the other person was already interested, and proudly held up five fingers, saying:
Five thousand US dollars!

“That’s quite a lot!”

Su Haoming nodded, pulled out a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, counted them out in front of Constantine's stiff expression, slapped them on his chest with a "smack," and said earnestly:

"Here's ten thousand dollars. Please stay away from me, thank you!"

(End of this chapter)