Chapter 1455: Birds Returning (Part 16)

The moment that black and yellow figure appeared at the door, Red Hood and Red Robin made the same movement as if they were copy-pasted, which was "whoosh" and darted to the wall furthest from the door, sticking tightly to the wall, holding weapons in their hands, making a defensive posture.

Deathstroke, who had just pushed the door open, was also stunned. He looked at the two young men in front of him who were dressed in a distinctive style that he would definitely not forget if he had ever met them. He searched in his mind whether he had ever dealt with them in any order, and then he found that he should have never seen these two people.

So, he turned to look at Harley, who was tidying up things next to the operating table. Harley blinked, pointed to the left with her right hand, pointing at Red Hood and Red Robin and said: "The mission target is the two of them, just send them back to Wei En Manor alive."

Deathstroke nodded. He had just taken a step forward, and the two young men opposite him screamed like they were stressed. Although Deathstroke's face was covered by a mask, and his expression couldn't be seen, his demeanor and actions could still show his helplessness at this moment.

"I hate bringing kids."

A low voice came from behind the mask. After Red Hood and Red Robin stiffened for a moment, one rolled to the left and the other dodged to the right. With a "swish", a black shadow leaned forward, and a short stick hit the position where the two were originally located.

"Have you met me before?"

Deathstroke immediately judged that the other party should have experience in dealing with him, otherwise they wouldn't have grasped his attack timing so accurately, thereby making avoidance actions. At this time, Harley spoke: "They are from another universe, maybe they met you there."

"You didn't mention this information before you called me."

"Because this is not important at all, completely within your ability range."

"You're right, seeing that you helped me sell stolen goods."

Deathstroke turned and swung his stick. Red Hood rolled to dodge again. He punched Deathstroke's side. Deathstroke raised his hand to block without caring. When the fist fell on his arm, he made a surprised "tsk", followed by a kick to force Red Hood back, and attacked Red Robin, who was inconvenient to move behind him.

Red Robin had an injury on his leg and couldn't even walk, let alone dodge Deathstroke. He dodged the swinging short stick somewhat clumsily, but was kicked to the ground by Deathstroke the next second.

Red Hood rushed over anxiously wanting to stop it. Harley's voice sounded behind him: "Looks like he is going to knock you out and take you back to Wei En Manor. This is also quite good, the efficiency is relatively high."

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

"Harley, are you there? I'm here to pick up the goods."

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

Deathstroke held the short stick and turned to look at Constantine. Constantine, who had just opened the door, obviously didn't expect the situation in the room to be so chaotic. One leg that had stepped into the room paused in mid-air, tentatively asking.

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

Harley ran to the door, pulled Constantine in, waved her hand at the other three and said: "Those fighting, wait a while, all stand by the wall, I have serious business to do."

Red Hood wanted to say "What time is it, why wait to deal with Deathstroke", but Deathstroke put away the short stick in his hand and stood by the wall on the inside of the room.

Red Robin was helped up by Red Hood. Harley also pushed them to the wall. Red Robin looked down and saw Deathstroke squatting in the corner. He endured the injury on his leg that was aching and asked: "You are a killer, how can you take this kind of job?"

Deathstroke raised his head slightly, looked at him with his eyes under the mask and said: "Killers occasionally get some things that are inconvenient to handle. This little girl has connections to help me sell stolen goods, I owe her a favor."

"Looks like the me from another universe gave you a headache. Tell me, how many times did I beat you?" Deathstroke asked with interest.

Red Hood muttered a few words in a low voice, sounding like he was scolding people, but looking down at Red Robin, whose face was a bit pale, he finally remained silent. Provoking Deathstroke now would do them no good.

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

I saw Harley sneakily rummaging out a box from the cabinet under the experimental table. As soon as it was opened, the white mist of dry ice drifted out. Constantine leaned his head over, seemingly observing the things in the box carefully.

Red Robin's mind instantly flashed through more than 200,000 words of contraband trading plots. The types of contraband included but were not limited to biochemical experimental agents left by the government, biological samples extracted from aliens by crazy scientists, hallucinogens that can completely control people's spirits and behaviors, etc.

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

"The client, call him out." Harley said.

"I can't use magic. It would be bad if Schiller discovered it. You wait, I'll make a phone call."

After Constantine finished the phone call, he took a crystal emitting a mysterious luster from his trench coat pocket and threw it on the ground.

Instantly, black mud-like lines extended on the ground, and an incomparably complex magic circle that made people dizzy just by looking at it appeared in the center of the room.

Black energy and mist gathered constantly, a black sharp claw stretched out from the magic circle, followed by half of the demon's body filled with a rich evil atmosphere.

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

But at this time, Harley turned the box containing the frozen heart towards the demon. The demon turned around, and the third eye opened on his forehead stared dead at the heart.

The huge demon claw stretched out wanting to touch the edge of the box, but Constantine coughed lightly and said: "Don't touch if you don't buy."

The demon's claw slowly retracted, but the red eyes still stared dead at the heart. Harley put one hand on the edge of the table and one hand on her waist and said: "Make a price."

The demon compared a "twenty" with gestures. Harley snorted coldly and said: "This is the only heart of a sinner who gathered killing father and mother, abandoning wife and children, cheating money and robbing color, slaughtering and arson among more than a thousand corpses this year. This heart was frozen with dense ice less than three seconds after being dissected alive. It absolutely condensed the deepest evil in this soul. Don't be ignorant of goods!"

Constantine also helped in the side: "Jeru, this kind of sinner's heart is a rare good, absolutely the best in a century. Whether it is inlaid on the crown or placed in the exhibition hall, it absolutely shows the taste of His Majesty Beelzebub."

"You take out this congratulatory gift at the celebration, whether it is the great general or the staff under His Majesty, they must look at you highly. Is this value alone not worth more than twenty bottles of soul dust?"

The huge demon seemed to fall into deep thought. Harley's eyes turned, and then said: "You should know how famous Constantine is among the demon kings. How about this, if you pay one hundred bottles of soul dust, Constantine will release the news that you spent three hundred bottles at a high price to buy this rare sinner's heart."

"In this way, His Majesty Beelzebub, whom you want to offer gifts to, will also hear that you spent a lot of money to seek this treasure for him, so how can he not value your intention?"

The demon's eyeballs turned gently, seemingly a bit moved, but after half a while, he still shook his head and compared a "fifty" gesture.

Harley sighed lightly and walked back to the cabinet of the experimental table to rummage, and after a while took out a small box, placed it in front of the table where the demon was, let the opening of the box face him, and then reached out to open the box.

An eyeball lay inside. Harley reached out and introduced: "Although this eyeball can't compare to that rare sinner's heart, it witnessed thirteen major crimes within seven days. You should be able to see the evil condensed on this, right?"

"Now we are doing activities. If you buy a sinner's heart alone, you can enjoy a 10% discount. But if you buy two items together, I will give you a 20% discount."

The demon's arm was placed on the table, and his index finger tapped gently. Constantine saw that this was a signal of dissatisfaction, so he said to Harley: "Jeru is a newly promoted general under Beelzebub. His first appearance and gift offering at the celebration are of great importance. If you have any other good goods, take them out quickly."

Harley showed a questioning expression. Constantine immediately said: "Jeru's maternal clan is the oldest black demon in hell. His grandmother is the famous 'Tarnished Talisha' in hell. You don't have to worry about him not being able to pay the price."

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 away. If you don't want it, forget it."

"But I can guarantee that this kind of good goods only exist in Gotham. I checked more than a thousand sinners' corpses to collect these good things. You always have to let me get my capital back, right?"

The huge demon thought for a while, and finally nodded, then looked at Constantine and opened his mouth: "You have to say I spent five hundred bottles of soul dust..."

Constantine covered his forehead, looking a bit headache, and said: "Jeru, don't go too far. There are no fools in hell. No matter how good the sinner's heart is, it's not worth this price!"

"Besides, I can't use magic. After not trading with the demon king, what I say isn't that useful anymore. Why do you always stare at me?"

The demon snorted coldly: "Then it has to be lower, 30% off, no more, otherwise I will collect the knight's soul in Anleiden's hands, that at least has some entertainment."

Constantine was helpless. He knew this was the other party's means of bargaining, but he still said: "The price can't be lower. You have to leave me some profit margin as a middleman. I will try my best to promote the reputation."

"Trying my best won't work." The demon didn't loosen his mouth at all. His fingertips tapped on the table constantly, and then said: "You have to make them believe I spent a lot of money."

"I already said, now what I say isn't that useful..."

"What if I say it?" Another voice sounded at the door.

The two people and one demon trading, Deathstroke squatting in the corner watching the fun, and the two Robins whose brains had been completely stirred into a paste all looked outside the door—standing there was Bruce Wei En.

Bruce held a letter in one hand and Damian in the other. He walked in and said: "This letter my teacher left for me just said this matter. He asked me to facilitate your transaction, so as to promote our channels in hell and reach more cooperation in the future..."

No one listened to him.

Damian saw the demon like seeing a ghost.

The demon saw Bruce like seeing a ghost. ===== CHAPTER 1456 =====

The demon looked at Bruce as if he had seen a ghost.