The Death Knell

"So this is your purpose."

Unfortunately, before he could be happy for a second, while Deathstroke was speaking, he snatched away all the cigarettes and wine from Zha Kang and threw them into the small bag on his belt:

"You are very courageous. Did you take the opportunity to find someone on the black market to transplant bear bile for you when I was away for a month?"

"What? You're kidding? Give it back to me!" Zha Kang wanted to take out Deathstroke's pocket, but Strangler suddenly emerged from the armored bug, and its sharp teeth closed in the air with a clang, almost biting those few internal organs. Fingers.

Su Ming knew that this was another trick of the Hell Detective, so he smiled and shook his head:

"At first you said it was the devil, which was a lie that was easy for me to see through. But this first layer of lies was a cover-up, and the layer I saw through was within your expectation, so you then acted out under threat. Are you afraid to come up with a second good idea that seems to be the truth? If it were another person, you might really be deceived."

Alas, dealing with smart people is a bit troublesome. In Marvel, there are probably only a few people such as Dr. Doom who deserve to be taken seriously by Deathstroke, right?

It's not like the DC universe, there aren't too many smart people, and there's a guy like Zha Kang who deceives people and makes no distinction between friend and foe. No, it should be said that he's a guy who specializes in deceiving his own people.

His biggest flaw in the conversation between the two is that Constantine has never been afraid of death, let alone knowing that Deathstroke will not kill him.

"No, what are you talking about? Haha, I sincerely give you advice." Constantine shook his head repeatedly, and a greasy smile appeared on his face again. He rubbed the blood on his neck and shook off the dirt on his hands. A: "Diana is a friend to each of us, remember? I am still a member of the Justice League Dark, and I want to find her back."

"Okay, okay, go ahead, keep making up the blank check." Su Ming took out a bottle of good wine from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and poured it on the ground. The mellow wine slapped the ground, splashing dust and light: "I believe it You plan to save Diana, but is that ten years from now? Or twenty years from now? Without a promise of a limited date, this has long been the rest of my game."

Zha Kang sighed and watched with some distress as the wine was poured out. For an old drunkard, this was almost life-threatening, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to stick his head over, pour the wine directly on his head, and swallow the dew created by the gods in big gulps.

But seeing Deathstroke's narrow expression, he knew he couldn't do it. This man was wearing anti-magic armor, his speed was as fast as lightning, and his strength was like Superman.

If you really stretch your head to lick the wine, you will get nothing in exchange except being laughed at.

"Why do you think I lied to you?"

As if resigned to his fate, Zha Kang turned his head away from the drinks and looked at the lighting fixtures hanging on the stage.

Su Ming placed the empty bottle on the edge of the stage. The sound of the glass touching the wooden board was like wine on the bar. He replied: "Simple, although I am not interested in your purpose, but the words are too obvious. You want me to go." Dealing with the Withering Ashes, right?"

"......Um."

Constantine sighed, turned his head, picked up the empty bottle, put it into his mouth, tilted his neck, patted the bottom of the bottle, and then quickly smacked his lips, feeling the aftertaste of a few drops of the best wine.

It was even better than what he drank at Wayne Mansion last time. Old wine with good vintage was not so easy to find.

"Withering Ash has no grudge against you, but this is not a personal grudge." Su Ming crossed his arms and slowly smoked Zha Kang's cigarette: "John, John, do you think these mushroom zombies outside have anything to do with it? What?"

"Yes, you are right, okay? Give me a sip of wine. After drinking a few drops, the wine bug in my stomach will pop out of my eye sockets!"

This is a broken jar.

Zha Kang has always been such a bachelor, so just admit it if you can't survive.

As I said before, I am also a member of the Justice League. I want to borrow a knife to kill people not for selfish reasons, but to save the world!

Well, actually he didn't want to solve it by himself, he just wanted to stay here and chat with Zatanna.

He is a magician. If he wants to deal with an existence of the level of Withering Ash, the cost of casting a spell is painful to think about. I am afraid that he will be sent to the devil kings' card table again and become a pitiful bargaining chip.

That was too bitter.

Besides, this kind of thing should have been handled by Diana.

She has a deep understanding of the magic world, and is protected by an artifact. She can solve many troublesome problems without casting spells. The advantage of a warrior is fully reflected at this time.

If Deathstroke hadn't told her she was missing, Zha Kang would have originally planned to contact Diana to trick her.

This is the logic of scum, but it is impeccable. Although it is full of all kinds of meanness, it is actually the method that requires the lowest price. At worst, if it is discovered later, Zatanna can go to intercede with Diana.

But since Wonder Woman, the leader of the Justice League Dark, has disappeared, wouldn't it make sense for her mistress to take on the task?

Su Ming shook his head. He pushed away Zha Kang who was asking for a drink and walked onto the stage: "Since you know the origin of the mushroom zombies, go and solve it yourself. Your and I have different task priorities. For me, we have to Save Diana first, and then think about other things.”

"I believe you are the seed of infatuation. After all, Harley Quinn is all about you, and your relationship with her cannot be hidden from me."

Constantine shook his windbreaker, took out a key, opened a light door in the air, and took out a bottle of wine. At this moment, he suddenly had an epiphany and uttered a murmur:

"It's the last seal of Hecate, the one held by Diana. All you want to protect is the power attached to that thing. Taking Harley, a crazy woman, is to prevent the Laughing Bat from suddenly appearing. Steal the source of magic from you."

Su Ming turned around and glanced, the smile on his face remained unchanged, he just took out a cigar and threw it to Zha Kang: "You're not smart when you should be smart, and you get excited when you shouldn't be smart, aren't you?"

"What? Are you planning to let me take one last puff of the cigarette and then kill me?" Constantine caught the cigarette and sniffed it generously under his nose. The aroma was very unique, with a little bit of mushrooms.

"If I want to kill you, you will definitely die silently." Su Ming turned around calmly, and the cloak behind him automatically flew up high without any wind: "But you are the one who can't tell the priorities, John. Now that you have thought that the Upside Down might be planning to rebel against me, have you ever thought about what would happen if the power of the final imprint fell into its hands?"

"!!!"

Zha Kang, who was smelling the cigar, was stunned for a moment, then frowned. After being nudged a little, he realized that there might be a real conspiracy hidden in the chaos of the world today.

The mushroom zombie crisis is just a cover-up, but what is really lurking behind the scenes...

"That means we have lost all control over witchcraft and can only accept unilateral oppression and slavery like Xiao Zha did, or turn to the magic of heaven and hell."

"Oh, wrong again." Su Ming stretched out a finger and shook it: "There is a heaven. After all, the seventh heaven will always be there, but have you forgotten that God has also disappeared a long time ago? Now If sorcerers are desperate, will they have no choice but to take refuge in the demons of hell?"

Constantine drank his own inferior wine, smoked a mushroom cigar, and exhaled a cloud of smoke:

"Is that so? It's such a big game."

"So you start praying now. It's best that the Laughing Bat doesn't get involved in this matter, and it's best not to implement my backup plan..." Deathstroke flew backstage to find Harley and Zha. Tanna communicates something.

For some reason, Zha Kang really prayed for Deathstroke's good luck in his heart, even though he never believed in those things.