The Death Knell

Constantine was actually very talkative. While listening to the knocking at the door, he told the adjutant the basis for his judgment, looking very relaxed and relaxed.

Outside the window is the boundless void, but at this time there are all kinds of strange things floating, colorful lights are shaking, and not far away there was a dancing Eiffel Tower flying past.

However, the adjutant was very calm. After all, he often watched his police chief and Bobo reasoning, so he was not surprised by the extremely fast thinking. Zatanna, on the other hand, looked surprised. She had just realized that she looked like a fool. Just like that, he ran out with John without knowing anything.

So she was so angry that she slapped the scumbag on the head again:

"The enemy this time is actually the Mother of Nothingness, Brahma Night? You just want to take me to escape?! No, send me back quickly. I'm going to help Xiao Dai and the others."

The Witch is a member of the Dark Alliance. Except for Batman and Diana, her relationship with the rest of the Justice League is just ordinary friends.

But Diana is her best friend, and even though she knows that Prolaya is basically impossible to defeat, she still wants to fight side by side with her sisters.

"Diana and Batman are now on Earth 350 million years ago. Ms. Zha, there is no available time and space channel between us."

The adjutant stopped Zatanna from making a fuss. Due to the damage to her soul, this witch cannot use reverse magic at all. The most she can do is use small spells to light a cigarette or something like that, causing chaos wherever she goes:

"And you have no fighting ability at all now. If the Sheriff were here, he would also judge you to be unfit to fight."

"Yes, Xiao Zha, your first priority now is to recuperate." Constantine took another sip of wine. He lay on the sofa with one hand behind his back, as if scratching his back: "Besides, , with Batman here, after he gets the solution I provided, won’t it be easy to solve the problem? Haha.”

"...What ways can you think of to deal with Prolaya?" Zatanna sighed, her chest heaving violently because of her excitement.

"Ha, I saw an ancient magic book before, which happened to record how to deal with nothingness, but I can't say now. This is my 'chip'."

Zha Kang laughed, kicked his legs like a dead man dying, and found a comfortable position on the sofa:

"Then, adjutant, do you want a deal? If you want to accept my terms, you have to hurry up. The knocking and laughter outside the door have become more and more clear. If I die, the death knell will miss it. A lot of stuff.”

Can't see through.

The adjutant found that he couldn't see through Constantine. Although this bitch was unmasked and had a disgusting smile on his face, there was no emotion in his eyes, like a puddle of stagnant water.

She calculated that this might be a scam, but she was not sure of her calculations, because once Zha Kang told the truth, if he died, the police chief might have to waste more time and energy to find a way to deal with him. Proraya's method.

To put it simply, even if there is only a 1% chance that Zha Kang is telling the truth, the adjutant can only try his luck. But it doesn't matter, Zha Kang must be rescued, so there's no problem in teasing him.

"Yes, although I can't sign a contract with you, I can accept your conditions." The silver-haired girl put her hands on her belly, and her gorgeous skirt made a small dent: "What do you need me to do?"

"Does this need to be said? Of course, Xiaoza and I were moved to a safe place. The universe of Deathstroke is pretty good."

Constantine touched his chin with a thoughtful expression:

"In this way, you send Xiao Zha over first, and then I tell you the method. You let Batman or Deathstroke verify it. It works. It works well. How about you teleport me again? Isn't it fair?"

"No! I won't leave. Have you asked me my opinion? I want to help the Justice League. I'm not your accessory. You have no right to make decisions for me. We have broken up long ago."

Zatanna frowned and retorted loudly. She also looked at the adjutant's projection warily, as if to resist the space teleportation.

But just when she turned around to warn her adjutant, Constantine behind her suddenly burst out, and hit Zatanna on the head with the baseball bat in his hand, sending her spiraling into the sky. Fainted.

"Hey~ I still don't have enough skills. The original plan was to toss her on the bed until she fell asleep, but she may have slept too long every day during this period of training, and she was a little too energetic, so I could only Pay homage to the death knell."

While saying this, Constantine moved his wrists. He was not a warrior and had little experience in hand-to-hand combat. The reaction force caused by hitting others on the head made his wrists sore and numb.

"So, this is your wand?"

The adjutant told a cold joke in the style of Deathstroke and pointed to Constantine's bat with a half-smile.

"I am an Englishman and a hooligan." The bitch smiled and stuffed the bat back under the cushion of the sofa and spread his hands: "Then, as a wizard who likes football, it makes sense to have a baseball bat at home, right?"

If the adjutant tells a joke, he will tell a joke too. When it comes to bad jokes, the British never lose to others!

"Whatever you say." The adjutant activated the teleportation and brought the unconscious Zatanna to Sepurk, and immediately scanned her with light from his eyes: "You struck too hard. The witch now has some brain damage. , needs immediate treatment.”

With that said, a suspended stretcher soon flew over, like a dustpan shoveling garbage, scooping up Zatanna on the ground and taking her away.

Seeing his ex-girlfriend being taken to treatment, Zha Kang took another puff of cigarette and shrugged with a smile: "No way, I don't usually use the tactic of hitting people on the head. Isn't it normal that I can't control the intensity? I'm just worried. It’s just that I can’t knock her unconscious.”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, what's your method?" The adjutant urged the bitch to come up with the knowledge he should pay for. The methods and methods to deal with Prolaya don't need to be completely useful. If he can provide an idea, he will pass.

But who knew that Zha Kang would smile even more happily. He stuck out his tongue sheepishly and walked a few steps in the living room:

"Sorry, I lied to you. Prolaya is one of the incarnations of the concept of nothingness. She is the oldest goddess, even earlier than the birth of the Hand of Creation. How can there be any record of dealing with her in human books? What’s the solution?”

"I guessed this, because what you said before was not very logical." The adjutant was very calm. She had already calculated that Zha Kang was lying. Asking him for information was just a matter of luck: "Aren't you afraid that I will Throw your ex-girlfriend back?"

If something had been foreseen, it wouldn't be an accident. As Deathstroke's deputy, she had long been accustomed to the darkness.

"Don't be afraid." Constantine stamped out the cigarette butt in his mouth, took out a new cigarette to refill it, blew out a puff of smoke, and said with a mean smile: "Because I'm not a doctor, Xiao Zha's injury is very serious. If you throw her back, it's like killing her directly. I guess Deathstroke didn't give you...the authority to kill us, right?"