The Death Knell

Zatanna and Harley had a good relationship, and they went to chat hand in hand. The female mage would always stay with the little madman every time she went to New York for a performance. The two of them also solved many problems with Diana. .

Harley was very smart and knew that Deathstroke wanted to talk to Zha Kang, so she took Xiao Zha away without leaving a trace and went to the dressing room on the other side of the backstage.

Su Ming turned around and glanced behind the curtain on the stage. There were a few heads that shrank back. They should be people from Zatanna's troupe, they were just ordinary people.

He took Zha Kang's cigarette case, took out one, lit it for himself, and said:

"Don't bother me with this, because I know you came here in diapers today. The devil's bills are not that easy to owe. Although they can't kill you and let you go to heaven, they can easily make you incontinent. In order not to be embarrassed in front of your ex-girlfriend, you..."

"Oh oh oh!!!" Constantine looked around vigilantly, making noises in his mouth to interrupt Deathstroke's words. When he saw that no one heard him, he sniffed hard and said: "Slade, I doubt you. He's the devil, and he's always spying on me. Well, why are you looking for me now? I don't think you can gain anything from the mushroom zombie thing."

"The mushrooms have nothing to do with me. I'm here to ask you about Diana. She's missing."

Su Ming blew out a smoke ring and watched it drift away under the stage lights, twisting into various shapes.

Zha Kang showed a mean smile and scratched his hair, dandruff falling like snowflakes: "You lost your own girlfriend, and you come to ask me? I'm not an adulterer. By the way, why don't you use X metal?" How about trying resonance?"

"I tried, but there was no resonant response. Not to mention the several dimensions of our main world, there is no trace of her even in the Dark Multiverse."

Deathstroke had already adapted to Zha Kang's bad character. He pulled away his arm from around Zha Kang's neck, took out the Night Sword and slashed his own arm.

The metal

Zha Kang watched as the black mud-like thing healed Deathstroke's wound and licked up the blood on the ground. His eyebrows were raised high at an eight-twenty angle.

He spit out bloody phlegm to the side and cleared his throat: "Okay, maybe she forgot to bring the token of love you gave her when she went out, that small coin?"

"Don't you understand human language?" Under the command of the host, Strangler turned into a drill and pointed it at Zha Kang's ear, spinning rapidly. Deathstroke's one eye came close to Zha Kang's face: "I said, Earth 0 There is no response from all dimensions. Do you want me to provide you with ear-picking services?"

"No need, I just had my ears picked out the year before last, and I'm very satisfied with the size of my ears." Zha Kang took a puff of cigarette. Although he said he was timid, he didn't make any dodge movements. He still looked like a scumbag: "If I didn't Wrong guess, you should have been monitoring her through some means, can you show me? Man, don't say you don't have it, I know that you, like Batman, have a dark soul."

"I won't deny it, but the purpose of monitoring her is to protect her and to avoid a situation like this from happening today." Su Ming didn't feel embarrassed at all. He directly asked Strangler to change the display screen and put the part of Sepurk's surveillance on Show it to Kang: "But I'm not Batman. He monitors everyone in Gotham. I just monitor the whereabouts of Diana and Harley after they go out."

"Huh, what's the difference? It's all about control freaks and sadists." Constantine shrugged, looking at the screen with the cigarette in his mouth, seemingly indifferent to the transformation of strangulation.

Black veins and blood vessel-like things are wrapped in a piece of glass. Is this a microcomputer?

This combination of organic and inorganic matter reminded him of some unpopular works of art, but this was probably technology, not his major, and there was no need to study it.

Seeing Diana knocking on the big tree in the picture and then disappearing into the trunk, Zha Kang narrowed his eyes in the rising smoke:

"Can you play it again, slower? Be gentle with my eyes, I still want to use them to look at beautiful women, haha."

Su Ming let the strangulation play again slowly, and he noticed that Zha Kang's eyes had been focusing on that moment, the moment when Diana sank into the tree.

After the playback ended, the Hell Detective fell into silence. After Zha Kang became serious, he really looked presentable, and he really looked like a master of dark arts.

If Su Ming hadn't known that this bitch was used to talking nonsense, she might have looked more reliable...

Taking out the information from Zha Kang's mouth was only the first step. How to identify the authenticity of the information was the key. Su Ming didn't want to be used as a knife by a bitch and tricked into killing a certain demon king or something.

Constantine rolled his eyes: "Ahem, I think this is what the devil did. I know who it is. Come on, I will take you to kill him."

Well, that’s what Deathstroke expected.

He raised the night sword in his hand and placed it directly on Zha Kang's neck. The mercury-like X metal flowed towards the blade, and the bright silver light even overwhelmed the stage lights.

Zatanna looked down worriedly from the background, but was dragged back by Harley.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and used a sharp sword to shave a small piece of Zha Kang's beard. Goosebumps visible to the naked eye climbed up the bitch's neck, and the brown hair fell silently. land.

"I'll give you another chance to organize your words. By the way, if I kill you, you won't want to go to heaven. I will go to Death and ask her to help me assign you to the Hall of Hell." The blade of the sword was steady. The ground moved, and the smell of blood on the sword blade made Constantine unable to open his eyes, and the death knell's words were filled with a serious breath of death: "Believe me, compared with Satan's hell, the eighteen levels of hell in the East are... Enjoy it more than you can afford.”

"Gu, Gu Gu." How could Constantine not know that he had been discovered, so he smiled and imitated the call of a pigeon, and started to make jokes: "I remembered it wrong, I thought of it, why don't you go ask the swamp Monster, Diana touched the big tree, then the tree must know."

Deathstroke raised the corner of his mouth, and the Night Sword scraped off another piece of skin. With micron-accurate control, it didn't even damage the dermis:

There was no smile in his one eye, and he could only sneer: "Ha, you mean to let me die? You haven't forgotten that the swamp monster was killed by you, and all the green creatures were buried with it, right?"

Zha Kang swallowed, his Adam's apple scratched a piece of skin on the weapon, and bright red blood flowed along the silver light:

"No, I mean you can go to the spokesperson of the Withered Ash. You see, the living tree you can communicate through the green of all things, but Swamp Thing is dead, the Council of Trees is dead, the Council of Flowers and the May Queen Is there nothing we can do if we ignore us? No, there is another way, you just need to kill the tree that deceived Wonder Woman, and then contact it through another force!"

The Night Sword was removed, and Zha Kang breathed a sigh of relief intoxicatedly. As expected, no one knows where the limit of his potential is unless he is forced to do so.

Did Deathstroke believe this statement? Then I am indeed very witty, as always...