Chapter 1471: Birds and Return (XVI)

The moment the black and yellow figure appeared at the door, Red Hood and Red Robin made the same action as if they were copying and pasting, that is, they "swooshed" and rushed to the wall farthest from the door. He pressed against the wall tightly, holding a weapon in his hand in a defensive posture.

Deathstroke, who had just opened the door, was also stunned. He looked at the two distinctively dressed young men in front of him who would never forget them once he met them. He searched in his mind whether he had ever dealt with them in a certain order. , and then he realized that he should have never seen these two people.

So, he turned to look at Harley who was packing things next to the operating table. Harley blinked, pointed to the left with her right hand, pointed at the Red Hood and Red Robin and said: "The mission target is these two, put them together." Just send them back to Wayne Manor alive."

Deathstroke nodded. As soon as he took a step forward, the two young men opposite him screamed as if they were stressed. Although Deathstroke's face was covered with a mask and his expression could not be seen clearly, his expression and movements could still be seen. He was helpless at the moment.

"I hate taking care of kids."

A low voice came from behind the mask. After the Red Hood and Red Robin froze for a moment, one rolled to the left and the other dodged to the right. With a "swish" sound, a black figure stepped forward, holding a short stick. It hit the two people where they were originally.

"Have you met me before?"

Deathstroke immediately judged that the other party should have experience in dealing with him, otherwise he would not have grasped the timing of his attack so accurately and made evasive actions. Only then did Harley say: "They are from another universe, maybe I met you there."

"You didn't tell me this information before you asked me to come."

"Because it doesn't matter at all. It's completely within your capabilities."

"That's right, for the sake of helping me sell the stolen goods."

Deathstroke turned around and swung his stick. Red Hood rolled to avoid it again. He punched Deathstroke on the side. Deathstroke raised his hand to block without caring. When the fist landed on his arm, he clicked his tongue in surprise, followed by a He kicked the red hood back and attacked the immobile Red Robin behind him.

Red Robin had an injury on his leg and it was difficult to even walk, let alone avoid Deathstroke. He bent awkwardly to avoid the swung stick, but was kicked to the ground by Deathstroke in the next second.

Red Hood rushed over to stop him, and Harley's voice sounded behind him: "It seems he wants to knock you unconscious and then take you back. This is good and more efficient."

Red Hood gritted his teeth and wanted to attack again. Just when the two were about to fight together, the door was knocked again.

"Harry, are you there? I'll come over to get the goods."

Red Robin, who was lying on the ground holding his stomach, was stunned for a moment. He thought the voice sounded familiar. The next second the door opened, and it was Constantine who appeared outside.

Deathstroke held a short stick in his hand and turned to look at Constantine. Constantine, who had just opened the door, obviously did not expect that the situation in the room was so chaotic. One of his legs when he stepped into the room paused in mid-air, tentatively. asked.

"Uh, are you busy? I'll come back later?"

However, Harley happily ran to the door, pulled Constantine in, waved his hand and said to the other three people: "Those who are fighting, please wait for a while and stand against the wall. I have something serious to do." "

Red Hood wanted to say, "What time has it been? If you don't deal with Deathstroke quickly, why are you waiting?" But he didn't expect Deathstroke to put away the short stick in his hand and stand next to the wall on the side of the room.

Red Robin stood up with the help of Red Hood, and Harley pushed them to the wall. Red Robin looked down and saw Deathstroke crouching in the corner. He endured the painful wound on his leg and asked, "Aren't you a killer? ? How could you take this kind of job?"

Deathstroke raised his head slightly, glanced at him with his eyes under the mask and said, "Occasionally, the killer will get some things that are inconvenient to deal with. This little girl has the means to help me sell the stolen goods. I owe her a favor."

"It seems that I in another universe gave you a headache. Tell me, how many times did I beat you?" Deathstroke asked with interest.

Red Hood muttered something in a low voice, which sounded like a curse, but when he looked down at Red Robin, who looked a little pale, he remained silent in the end. Now provoking Deathstroke and the others would be fruitless.

Red Robin had already focused on the conversation between Harley and Constantine in the center of the room.

Harley secretly pulled out a box from the cabinet under the experimental table. As soon as she opened it, the white mist of dry ice dispersed. Constantine leaned his head over and seemed to be carefully observing the box. something.

A plot of more than 200,000 words of contraband trade flashed through Red Robin's mind instantly. The types of contraband include but are not limited to biochemical experimental drugs left behind by the government, biological samples extracted from aliens by mad scientists, Hallucinogens that can completely control people's minds and behaviors, etc.

As a result, after the box was turned around, there was a human heart inside, frozen in a piece of crystal clear ice. It didn't look evil, and even had some weird beauty.

"Where's the client? Call him out." Harley said.

"I can't use magic. It would be bad if Schiller finds out. Just wait, I'll make a call."

After saying that, Constantine walked to the wall phone at the door of the room. After pressing a few numbers, he picked up the receiver and said to the other side: "Hello? It's me. We agreed. Yes, the location beacon is with me now." Just call him directly."

After Constantine hung up the phone, he took out a crystal that shone with mysterious luster from the pocket of his windbreaker and threw it on the ground.

In an instant, black mud-like lines stretched out on the ground, and an extremely complex magic circle that made people dizzy just by looking at it appeared in the center of the room.

Black energy and mist continued to gather, and a black claw stretched out from the magic circle, followed by half a demon body filled with a strong evil aura.

Finally, when a demon with goat horns and goat hooves filled with evil energy stood in the center of the room, the Red Hood and Red Robin huddled in the corner were stunned.

But at this time, Harley turned the box containing the frozen heart towards the devil. As soon as the devil turned around, the third eye opened on his forehead was staring at the heart.

The huge devil's claws stretched out to touch the edge of the box, but Constantine coughed softly and said, "Don't touch it if you don't want to buy it."

The devil's claws slowly retracted, but the red eyes were still staring at the heart. Harley put one hand on the edge of the table and put the other on her hips and said, "Make a price."

The devil made a "twenty" gesture with his hand, and Harry snorted coldly and said: "This is the only one among the more than a thousand corpses this year that has killed his father and mother, abandoned his wife and children, defrauded money, robbed women, and massacred. The heart of a sinner who was set on fire. This heart was cut out alive and immediately frozen with dense ice within three seconds. It definitely condensed the deepest evil in this soul. Don’t be ignorant!”

Constantine also spoke up: "Jerru, a sinful heart of this quality is a rare commodity. It is at least the best in a hundred years. Whether it is mounted on a crown or placed in an exhibition hall, it will definitely highlight the beauty of Bessie." His Majesty’s taste.”

"When you bring out this gift at the celebration, His Majesty's generals and staff will all look up to you. The value of this gift alone is more than twenty bottles of soul dust, right?"

The tall demon seemed to be deep in thought. Harry rolled his eyes and continued: "You should know how famous Constantine is among demon kings. Well, if you give out a hundred bottles of soul dust, Constantine Ding then released the news, saying that you spent a high price of three hundred bottles to buy this rare sinner's heart."

"In this way, His Majesty Beelzebub, who you want to give a gift to, will also hear that you spent a lot of money to obtain precious treasures for him. How can he not value your intention?"

The devil's eyes rolled slightly, as if he was a little tempted, but after a while he still shook his head and made a "fifty" gesture.

Harry sighed softly and walked back to the cabinet on the experimental table and started to rummage. After a while, he took out a small box and placed it in front of the table where the devil was. With the opening of the box facing him, he then reached out and The box opens.

There was an eyeball lying inside. Harry stretched out his hand and introduced: "Although this eyeball is not as good as the rare sinner's heart, it has witnessed thirteen major crimes in seven days. You should be able to see the condensed energy on it." sin?"

"We are currently doing an event. If you buy a sinner's heart separately, you can enjoy a 10% discount. But if you buy two pieces together, I will give you a 20% discount."

The devil put his arm on the table and tapped it with his index finger. Constantine saw that this was a sign that he was not satisfied, so he said to Harley: "Djelu is the newly promoted general under Beelzebub. His first appearance and gift at the celebration are of great importance. If you have any good stuff, bring it out quickly."

Harley showed a questioning expression, and Constantine immediately said: "Djeru's mother clan is the oldest black demon in hell, and his grandmother is the famous 'Dirty Black Talisa' in hell. You don't have to Worried he can't afford it."

Harley frowned slightly, but she still pointed to the box on the table and said, "This is all I can take out. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, forget it."

"But I can guarantee that good goods of this quality can only be found in Gotham. I only collected these good things after examining the corpses of thousands of sinners. You have to let me go back to the source, right?"

The huge demon thought for a moment, and finally nodded, then looked at Constantine and said, "You have to say that I spent five hundred bottles of soul dust..."

Constantine covered his forehead as if he had a headache. He said, "Jeru, don't go too far. There are no fools in hell. No matter how good a sinner's heart is, it's not worth the price!"

"Besides, I can't use magic, and what I say won't be that effective after I don't make a deal with the Demon King. Why do you keep staring at me?"

The devil snorted coldly and said: "Then it has to be lower, 30% off, no more, otherwise I will collect the knight's soul from An Leiden's hand, which is still a bit entertaining at least."

Constantine was helpless. He knew that this was the other party's bargaining method, but he still said: "The price cannot be lowered. You have to leave some profit margin for me as the middleman. I will try my best to promote your reputation."

"You can't do your best." The devil didn't let up at all. He kept tapping his fingertips on the table, and then said, "You have to make them believe that I spent a lot of money."

"I've already said it, but now I can't speak so easily..."

"What if it was me who said it?" Another voice sounded from the door.

The two demons who were making a deal, Deathstroke who was squatting in the corner watching the excitement, and the two Robins whose brains had been completely turned into a lake of pulp all looked out the door - standing there was Bruce Wayne.

Bruce walked in with a piece of letter paper in one hand and Damian in the other and said, "This is what my teacher left me in this letter. He asked me to facilitate your deal so that we can promote our channels in hell and achieve more cooperation in the future..."

No one listened to him.

Damian saw the devil as if he had seen a ghost.

The devil saw Bruce as if he had seen a ghost.