The hawks in the Kingdom of Light called me a dove undercover in the chat group

However, when the citizens of Gotham looked at the fighter planes flying through the sky, many of their expressions changed slightly without them noticing.

Even they themselves didn't realize it. Perhaps, even the people of Gotham who have become accustomed to life in Gotham do not reject normal and peaceful days.

At this moment, the roar of the Batfighter was like a signal, completely ending the final effect of Kasar's Light Crystal that lasted for several days, alerting every Gotham resident, making them alert and cautious again, and restoring the mentality that Gotham residents should have, ready to be robbed and involved in various incidents at any time.

"Constantine, no matter who you are, you deserve to die!"

The change in atmosphere was clearly felt through the monitor. Batman frowned. If Constantine had not arrived and forced him to take action, Gotham might have been able to maintain peace for another two or three days.

However, even though Batman's initial favorability plummeted, his emotions still didn't get to his head. On his way to Constantine, he began to think about how to meet this stranger.

There is no doubt that Constantine is very powerful. This can be seen from his casual posture and temperament. That kind of nonchalance is because he has enough confidence to protect himself.

Moreover, this standing posture also proves one thing, that Constantine is just so-so in hand-to-hand combat and is not a super fighting master.

At least in Gotham City, Constantine's fighting skills are definitely not ranked top.

His fighting skills are not strong, but he is so confident. He must be a master of the mysterious side. We must be careful. We don’t know what tricks this mysterious side has.

But on the other hand, the fact that he can be seen to be very powerful proves that Constantine is probably no more than the level of super villains like Bane and Reshroud, and cannot reach the bottomless level of Ultraman.

If he can fight this time, then Batman should maintain a tough attitude from the beginning and must deliver a heavy punch!

……

Click!

"Ok?"

Sitting on the rooftop, smoking and drinking melancholy, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, looking sloppy, Constantine, who was feeling the cool breeze, suddenly had a serious look in his eyes, but on the surface he still looked nonchalant as he glanced sideways.

The huge bat light he had turned on suddenly had its power cord cut short without him noticing, and the rooftop suddenly became dark.

In the darkness, a figure appeared behind him without any movement or sign.

"Cleverer than a cat."

Constantine smiled, turned his head and clicked his tongue, looking Batman up and down with a greasy expression, especially staring at Batman's thing for several seconds, "It's a pity it's a man, it would be better if it was Batgirl, ah, a night of love is rare."

"John Constantine."

Batman was not disturbed at all by this provocation. He said, "We are all foxes with a history of thousands of years, so don't even think about playing these tricks."

His voice was deep and dark, and his dark bat eyes locked onto Constantine. He slowly approached and interrogated him:

"You have never had any connection with this city. Here, you have no friends, no relatives, no children, no brothers, and no enemies. You and Gotham are two completely unconnected worlds."

"Now, tell me why you are here!"

The Wayne Consortium has taken action again. On the way here, Alfred helped search all the communication records in Gotham from a hundred years ago to the present. There was no relevant record of Constantine. The other party was indeed a complete outsider.

"What's my purpose here?"

Constantine tilted his head as if thinking, and as he tilted his head, he moved closer to Batman, as if he was about to give an answer, "Well, about this..."

As he walked, he put his hands into his trouser pockets because he had just finished smoking his cigarette and had to take out a new one. It made sense.

Swish!

The next second, Constantine swung his big hand from his pocket, and a white powder suddenly sprinkled out. The supernatural mechanical props on Batman's body immediately started to beep quietly, proving that it was not as simple as lime powder, but some kind of magical props.

This machine makes a sound too slowly, and the white powder moves very fast, even faster than the machine.

But Batman's reaction speed is seven times faster than white powder, and he will avoid bad things on his own.

Before Constantine's white powder could be sprinkled, Batman had already straightened his back and quietly pulled the hook that had been fixed in advance on the cape behind him, triggering the conditions for use.

The hook immediately grabbed Batman's heavy body and retreated more than ten meters, directly to the other edge of the rooftop. He also flipped backwards and disappeared from Constantine's sight in an instant.

Constantine spit out the cigarette in his mouth, without checking where Batman had escaped to, as if he had discovered something. Without saying a word, he easily broke open a decoration of the huge bat lamp, slipped into the bat lamp, and covered the decoration.

Boom!

The rooftop suddenly exploded, and the huge bat lantern was blown away and fell with a clang into a nearby alley.

Constantine crawled out unharmed. A robbery was happening in the alley. Three gangsters were blackmailing a father who was in a hurry to take money home to save his sick child.

"Yo!"

Constantine couldn't help laughing. He had traveled all over the country for so long, but he had never seen a better place than Gotham.

Immediately, the street lights flickered and the brightness was cut off. After three flashes, only a ghostly shadow was seen passing by, and the three gangsters fell to the ground unconscious.

The frightened father suddenly opened his eyes wide, calmed down, stopped trembling, and couldn't help murmuring: "Batman!"

Batman says he's busy right now.

The sloppy Constantine took advantage of the moment when Batman was dealing with the street lamp and the three gangsters to run out of the alley and run to a relatively wide area.

Batman chased him relentlessly, but Constantine also began to fight back, taking out all kinds of strange props and occasionally chanting some spells.

These things are not very powerful, at least not very destructive, but they all have special effects and are very difficult to deal with. They can accurately stop his attack on Constantine every time.

"That heavily made-up psychopath was right. I just randomly picked a rooftop and found explosives. You can't really have explosives in every house in Gotham!"

Constantine shouted in disgust and excitement, "What a pair of lunatics!"

"Were you sent by the Joker?"

Batman suddenly became serious and murderous.

"Hey, that's strange."

Constantine still looked heartless, curling his lips in disdain. "Didn't you send that psycho out to search the world for someone? Now I've been caught in all this trouble, and now I'm the one who got caught. You're truly worthy of being called the Mad Men of Gotham."

understood.

No wonder this stranger, who I had never heard of before, suddenly came over and started fighting. It turned out that he was fooled by the clown.

No, rather than being fooled, it should be said that it was intentional.

Constantine's few words are enough for analysis.

The clown he sent out to find the extraordinary people looked for people everywhere. It was not known how many people he found, but Constantine must have been one of them. Judging from the clown's temper, he must have had a good fight with Constantine.

Then, perhaps he gradually lost interest in Constantine, or felt that he could not defeat Constantine in a short period of time, so he said some words to divert hatred.

He didn't even have to guess, the only choice was "I was instructed by Batman" or tell the truth.

Constantine's every move shows that he is a smart man. Faced with such a person, the Joker would probably choose the latter.

Even if the truth is told, the reason why the Joker ran out of Gotham and looked for people everywhere is still because of Bruce. He was brought to Gotham after telling the truth. Obviously, Constantine is not only a smart man, but also a petty person who will take revenge for any slight.

Although the root of the problem lies with Batman, he will not admit his mistake!

It's so hard to find a native magician like Constantine, so let's use battle to do it. If we can defeat Constantine here, we will have the upper hand in subsequent exchanges and obtain the most information at the lowest cost.

"Your soul is held together by magic, Constantine."

Batman said in a deep, hoarse voice, "But magic isn't just yours."

"what!"

Constantine, while coordinating the spell and drawing the array, replied: "I heard there's a mental hospital called Arkham in Gotham. I think you'd be a good fit for further training there. Perhaps all the patients there combined aren't as crazy and stupid as you."

As everyone knows, Constantine is lustful, fond of smoking and drinking, selfish, vindictive, and likes to cheat people.

But apart from these, he also has a little bit of face!

"is it?"

Batman threw out a mysterious prop whose purpose had been discovered on the spot, "Look what this is!"

Constantine glanced at it sideways and said, "Are you testing me with this broken thing?"

He actually had the real name of the damn demon that was most closely connected to the thing Batman had thrown in his hands. This was really a case of him showing off his knowledge in front of an expert, and it made him want to laugh.

He could basically see through all the magic props thrown by Batman, and easily found various corresponding methods in an instant, or even used them in reverse.

This is a true master, no doubt about it.

It seems that the local mysterious props can't be used to deal with Constantine - at least it's definitely not possible with what he has now.

But it doesn't matter.

Batman threw out another local prop, waiting for Constantine to crack it, and then he threw out the second prop immediately.

"Let me see, what junk have you thrown out?"

Constantine was not surprised at all. Batman, the dirty old man, was as dirty as he could be throughout the fight. Fortunately, he was also dirty. Anyway, no one could be dirtier than the other.

It would be fine if Batman always focused on technology and fighting, but now he is actively competing with him in magic, which is simply courting death.

No matter how he threw it, Batman had all these things in his hands, which were within his knowledge and control, so it was very easy.

"Let me see, what did you throw out?"

While Constantine was deconstructing the ordinary mysterious prop that was thrown to him first, he looked at the one who came later.

But when he saw this, he was suddenly stunned. For the first time in this battle, he was a little distracted. The more he looked, the more he stared. Like a hungry wolf seeing a big piece of meat, his eyes were green and he was shocked.

"Is this... a prop from Wuzhu's brand new supernatural system?!"

135

Chapter 135 You are so high and mighty, stop acting like a spoiled child!

"stop!"

I said stop!

Constantine suddenly slammed on the brakes, his expression changed in an instant, and he used a method to prevent the release of the spell prop at a higher cost. He grabbed the thing tightly in his hand, put it away quickly, and hid it in his fourth-dimensional butt. Then he waved his hand, straightened his sloppy detective suit, and coughed twice.

"Look at you, ah, everyone praises you, Batman, as a good man, a hero, a masked vigilante, and this is all you can do? I'm heartbroken!"

"What's wrong with the world now? Or is this all Gotham wants? Are the standards so low that a guy who just hits someone without saying a word can be praised? That's a strange sight."

"Don't you see my aura or my reputation? I debuted much earlier than you, and I've saved countless lives around the world. If you even hurt me, it would be a loss to the whole world!"

"How dare you bully me, the savior, like this? Do you still look like a superhero? How shameless you are, Batman!"

All in all, let’s put on the moral hat of a set of silky little combos.

Batman did stop. If possible, he didn't want to make enemies with Constantine, a local magic master, but he was indifferent to the accusations made by this scumbag.

Are you kidding me? How did you think Batman survive those two years in Gotham? Forget the trolley problem. Even more advanced and sophisticated moral dilemmas—the Joker and Two-Face have already done it more than once.

At this point, you can put any hat on me, but if you frown because of a moral issue, I lose.

"Uh……"

Constantine was speechless. That wasn't right. Although it was true that he had launched a sneak attack first, shouldn't this kind of rhetoric be able to break down the defenses of these superheroes, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not?

No, buddy, you have a heart of stone. You are not moved at all!

Constantine was sweating profusely and could only reluctantly say, "You are so high and mighty!"

"Stop acting like a spoiled brat!"

Batman grumbled back, "You're the one who needs a moral conscience the most, aren't you? Vandalizing public property, stirring up trouble, and wantonly disrupting Gotham's peace—that alone is enough to send you to prison for serious reflection. If the world has degenerated to the point where it needs a savior like you, then you deserve to die."

"Answer me, Constantine. Do you want to go to Blackgate Penitentiary and offer your white, tender ass to the guards and your cellmates, or do you want to confess and come with me?"

Scum!

A complete scumbag!

Constantine and Batman exchanged sharp glances. Just a few words were enough for them to analyze each other's personality. No matter what their principles were, at least when it was time to be bad, both of them were obviously not hesitant to turn into bad enough scum.

It's all rubbish.

Constantine cursed inwardly, if Kang was born, why was Bat born?

His tried and tested strategy of using low morality to destroy high morality has failed repeatedly, which is really not pleasant at all. He is now experiencing the feeling of not knowing where to start again.

It’s good to have no weaknesses, alas.

No wonder his former enemies always had constipated expressions when dealing with him. Now that it was his turn to deal with a scumbag strongman who had no weaknesses like himself, he finally understood that feeling.

"I prefer to be proactive, not passive."

Constantine calmed himself, took out a lighter, smoked a cheap cigarette, and answered melancholy, throwing a wink at Batman, "Would you like to try it with me?"

Batman said with an iron fist: "I don't mind wasting my time with you."

Constantine suddenly felt that the cigarette no longer had any fragrance.