The Death Knell

When Barry heard that it was London, the expression on his face became even stranger. As a member of Zhenglian, of course he knew where it was.

He let out a long "um-ah" as if he encountered difficulties in the toilet, and finally ran with Su Ming.

Su Ming felt that his steps had slowed down a lot, as if he was a little hesitant. Even the sand rising behind him was not that high. He could only comfort Barry first.

"Relax, you are my accomplice. If that guy wants to trick us, I will put bullets into his 'little friend'."

"Uh, no, it's best not... We all have the same position. I don't want a bloody conflict." Barry also came to his senses and started running wildly.

Deathstroke chuckled under his mask: "Of course, this is just a joke, because I am definitely not the first person to think this way, and he definitely invented a spell to deal with this kind of thinking, such as 'little friend' protection Curse, 'Egg Iron Armor Protection Curse' or something like that."

"Do you know what happens when you lose your breath while running with the help of the Speed ​​Force? Don't tell jokes while I'm running!" The lower half of Barry's face under the hood was blue, and he tried his best not to laugh.

Su Ming quickly raised his hands in surrender, fearing that if Barry's legs weakened from laughing, he would be thrown into the Speed ​​Force.

"Okay, I won't make jokes while you're running anymore, but I have a younger brother, a half-brother, and he might get along with you."

"???"

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London, England.

This city that once represented capitalism now represents the twilight of the empire. It is late at night here, everything is quiet, and there is no popularity.

The location of Barbatos' invasion was in the United States, so the United Kingdom, which was far across the Atlantic Ocean, was temporarily safe. However, everyone saw the horrors there on TV or on the Internet. After getting through the initial wave of refugees and panic, , the remaining London residents chose to hide in their homes for the rest of their lives.

I wonder if it will be like when the Titanic sank, where old-fashioned gentlemen wore starched formal suits and died listening to classical music.

The streets were not chaotic, and Su Ming could still see a policeman on duty at an intersection not far away, but looking at his dejected look, he must be in a bad mood.

The two of them were standing next to an old street, with no lights around. Although Barry knew who Su Ming was looking for, he didn't know the specific location. However, Su Ming had an idea. He immediately walked to the roadside, where there was a red phone booth, bathed in the light of street lamps.

Warm yellow light sprinkled down like hot water, forming a large circle on the ground, and the phone booth was in the middle of the light spot, which was particularly conspicuous.

It is surrounded by lattice windows, and the entire piece of glass is divided into hundreds of small grids by wooden window grilles. There is also a small crown-shaped hollow above the light box with the word "Telephone" written on the top.

Su Ming strode over, opened the door, and walked in. There was a smell of urine and cigarettes in the small space. He picked up the phone book and began to look through the information on it. The search keywords were 'master of dark arts' and 'master of exorcism'.

This is the case in the United Kingdom and the United States. The public phone book is also called the Yellow Pages. It not only contains the more commonly used phone numbers, but also has some very inconspicuous small advertisements, just like the telegraph poles in China.

As a magician, Constantine doesn't like posting advertisements on computer networks because those things cannot be affected by magic.

Unlike the simple Yellow Pages, you only need to sneak into the printing factory in the middle of the night and cast a little magic, and his advertisement will appear in tens of thousands of phone boxes across London for free, and many companies will also receive Yellow Pages.

Yes, Constantine is short of money. Although they are all employed, his life is far worse than that of Deathstroke. Deathstroke serves high-income people, and most of his clients are people who are driven to despair by dirty things. .

"Ahem, give me some speed." Su Ming reminded Barry.

Barry sighed helplessly. If you needed to be in a hurry, wouldn't it be better if you didn't get into the phone booth so aggressively and just let him search it?

Despite this, he still put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder. He felt that Slade in this other world had definitely become a speedster, and the speed force could flow between the two of them without any hindrance.

"Uh-huh..." Hearing only a dense sound like breaking wood, Su Ming closed the book: "Found it, do you have 30 pence?"

"Uh... pennies? Fifty cents okay? I can go home and get it."

"Forget it, if you have the strength, you might as well make money yourself." Su Ming shook his head, took out the silencer from his waist and screwed it on his pistol.

Then, he fired repeatedly at the phone, and various silver-white coins came out in a sputtering sound. It felt like playing slot machines in Las Vegas. He bent down to pick out a few coins and put them in his belt. Li: "Okay, let's find another phone booth."

Barry looked at the police not far away and felt a little guilty. Su Ming's actions vividly explained the mercenary's mentality of "shooting for money" - that is, he didn't think about anything, it was purely an instinctive reaction.

Without being discovered by the police, Barry and Su Ming quickly found another phone booth. He decided to wait until the incident was over before compensating the London City Government for its losses.

Su Ming took off his helmet, took a breath of London-flavored smog, put a coin into the phone, and dialed the number he had written down before.

"Beep...beep...beep" there was a waiting tone first, and it took about ten seconds before someone picked up: "Hello?"

"Constantine? I need your help." Su Ming said directly.

"I'm not free, but I can give you a suggestion. Buy more wine to cure all diseases. Goodbye." A careless voice answered him. He didn't know where it was, and it kept buzzing. It's like a swarm of flies on the microphone.

"Ten thousand dollars." Su Ming looked at the street expressionlessly.

"Huh? Where are you? I'll take this job!" Constantine agreed immediately, and Su Ming felt as if he heard the electric sound of saliva falling into the microphone.

"If you don't know where I am, it means you are incompetent, so let's stop talking about this business." Su Ming wanted to answer, but the key point was that neither he nor Barry were from London. Who knows where this place is.

A whirring sound came from the other side of the phone, and a moment later there was a clear sound of a lighter flipping open: "If you're cruel, I'll come right away."

Su Ming hung up the phone directly, walked out of the phone booth, leaned against the wall of the building next to him, put his helmet on again and waited.

A moment later, the dark store door next to him suddenly glowed with fluorescence and opened, and a man wearing a brown windbreaker and holding a cigarette walked out in one step.

He immediately saw Barry standing on the roadside, and immediately lowered his head and pinched his eyes: "Wait, what did I see? How could a member of the Justice League come to London to find me, a marginalized person? ?”

Barry raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, signaling him to look back.

Before Constantine could react, he felt a thick arm hook around his neck, and felt his back hit the thick armor.

"After so many beatings, haven't you learned to look behind the door?"

A deep voice came from my ear.