Chapter 2889

"I'm a bit curious," Schiller looked at Dick in front of him and said, "Can you bite Superman?"

"Am I crazy?" Dick asked back, "What's the difference between biting him and biting the sun directly?"

Schiller and Batman were both speechless, and then Dick whispered: "To take a step back, I can't even bite through his skin!"

Batman nodded and said: "I once tested Superman. Humans can't use ordinary physical means to break through his skin defense. Not to mention teeth, even diamond drills won't work."

"Then Superman is a hurdle that vampires can't cross," Dick said.

"There are too many hurdles that vampires can't cross," Schiller said with a smile. "Is Wonder Woman with a divine body easy to deal with? Is Green Lantern who can use green lantern energy easy to deal with? What about Martian Manhunter who can read minds? What about Cyborg with copper head and iron bones? Which one is easy for vampires to deal with?"

"They aren't without weaknesses," Batman appeared a bit worried. He said: "Superman will become very weak when he encounters Kryptonite. Although skin defense might not be broken, at least there are some opportunities. Once Wonder Woman is tied by the Lasso of Truth, she has no means of resistance. The Green Lantern ring will run out of power. Martian Manhunter's mind reading can be shielded by brainwave shielding instruments. Cyborg can be invaded by electronic viruses."

Schiller was fine, but Dick's look at Batman was a bit wrong. You are a vampire, I am a vampire, what are you holding back for?

"The problem is, which one do they deal with first?" Schiller's expression was still very relaxed. He said: "He can't simultaneously find the exact time when the Green Lantern ring runs out of power, put Kryptonite into Superman's arms, tie Wonder Woman with the Lasso of Truth, and simultaneously activate the brainwave shield and electronic virus, while there can't be water that Aquaman can control around, and he also has to seal the transformation ability of the twins..."

Batman thought about it and felt it was also very difficult to execute. Although the Justice League's formation was like a snake on Mount Chang, it could indeed be counted as "strike the head and the tail arrives, strike the tail and the head arrives, strike the middle and both head and tail arrive."

Their brains weren't enough, but their powerful strength and one-track-minded behavior well compensated for this point.

The Hall of Justice is only that big. Superman can hear the calls for help from the entire Earth. As long as he raises his vigilance, then what the other party says and does, isn't it all under his monitoring? Martian Manhunter is the same.

Although Wonder Woman doesn't have monitoring ability, she has the Lasso of Truth in her hand. Whoever she ties, she asks if they are a vampire, and the other party can only answer the truth.

Not to mention other superheroes. Even if there is an unfortunate one alone, it's hitting one and a nest comes. The difficulty of being an undercover in the Justice League is something even Batman would have to think about carefully.

I don't know if the vampires are just starting out and don't know the world, or if they really have confidence in their special means. Schiller can only say that this has the style of Bruce taking a doctoral exam—pass the exam first, then talk about the difficulty of graduation.

You are undercover, how to be undercover, we'll talk about it later.

"Could it be that they can affect people's spirits?" Batman began to guess. He said: "Make people's IQ drop?"

Dick blinked and turned to look at Schiller. Schiller looked at Batman. The theme of the eyebrow official business between them couldn't be clearer—if there really was such a brain-lowering halo, would Dick still need to see a dentist?

Dick can't deal with them, so I'm afraid the mole in the Justice League can't deal with others either. Then what do the vampires rely on?

This is exactly the problem bothering Batman and Schiller now, because they look left and right, up and down, and can't see any possibility of vampires successfully executing their earth-shattering plan.

"Perhaps the Vampire King is different," Batman proposed another possibility. He said: "Maybe he doesn't fear sunlight, can bite through hard skin, is immune to magic energy, shields mind reading, isn't afraid of modern scientific weapons..."

Speaking to the end, Batman himself didn't make a sound.

If this Vampire King had such abilities, why would he still be sitting here well?

"I think we might lack a bit of intelligence," Schiller proposed a more conservative possibility. He said: "The other party must have some reliance we don't know about, and he thinks this thing can completely reverse the situation of the vampire side, just not strong enough to wipe out the Batcave and the Justice League."

"So he is messing around on both sides now, and on the other hand, he might be pushing for the birth of this thing, feeling that all the adverse situations accumulated before can be reversed by this thing..."

"All chips on one plate?" Batman frowned and said: "Not a smart person's way of doing things."

"Smart people wouldn't become vampires either," Schiller sighed lightly and said: "I'm afraid you have to launch a census to see who among all the superheroes you know has problems, or is injured, or lost contact. The clues might be on them."

"I have to do this without alarming the Justice League." Batman stood up, walked to the computer, and while operating, said: "Most superheroes have dealt with the Justice League. It wouldn't be difficult to check, but whether they will trust me is hard to say."

"I believe you have a way to judge whether they are abnormal, and I can deal with those special ones for you."

"For example?"

"Constantine."

Batman originally wanted to say that no one could get special treatment here, but after hearing this name, he also remained silent.

Constantine is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. The key is that if you go to fish him out, you might get covered in shit, and what you fish out might not be real, it might be his fake body. And if you go to settle accounts with him, he will splash you with shit again.

So under normal circumstances, Batman wouldn't go looking for his trouble, but since it involves vampires, this guy who claims to be a Hellblazer might really have some clues.

It would be best if Schiller is willing to solve this trouble for him, but Batman gave a preventive shot in advance, "You absolutely cannot bring Dick over. He cannot come into contact with such people..."

Schiller looked as if his plan had been seen through, shook his head gently, and said as if unintentionally: "I originally wanted to take him to Constantine to see if there is a way to solve the vampire bloodline. Since you don't agree, then..."

"I want to go!" Dick stood up and said: "Anyway, I'm here, and they don't like me. It's better if I leave and give them peace!"

Batman actually expected this would happen long ago. He sighed and said: "Alright, Dick, you can go. I know you are an adult, but if you dare to do anything there..."

"I know." Dick waved his hand impatiently. He thought Batman didn't want him to make trouble there, or do anything dangerous with Constantine, but Batman actually wanted to say that if Constantine really took you on a proper adventure, that would be fine, but this guy never does anything proper.

Schiller said something shocking, "Dick, if Constantine teases you, don't pay attention to him. He teased your father like that back then too."

Dick was almost choked by the tea in his hand.

Regarding whether Batman was actually teased by Constantine, it wasn't explicitly stated in the original comics, but the vast majority of readers believe that Constantine definitely had thoughts in that regard.

Besides Constantine's magical orientation, it was also because he was once kept by a gang leader who looked almost exactly like Bruce Wei En in a certain issue, and he seemed to enjoy it. According to the law of metaphor and suggestion, this proves that Constantine might have had thoughts about Batman, it's just that his strength didn't allow him to succeed.

As for whether Batman knows about this, Schiller tends to think he does, but there are too many people who have thoughts about Batman. The so-called "lice are not itchy when there are many," he might not care much either.

But Dick was completely shocked by this fact.

He knew very well how attractive his father was. He had seen Batman dating Catwoman more than once, not to mention Talia. The result of the two of them is now standing in the living room showing off.

But Constantine? Seriously???

Until he left Wei En Manor, Dick was confused. This was the effect Schiller wanted, to prevent him from arguing with the Robins again after going downstairs.

Learning that Schiller was taking Dick away, the Robins, who were originally a bit tense, suddenly felt embarrassed, thinking that it might be them who forced Dick away. Fortunately, Batman appeared to appease them, barely managing to muddle through.

After Schiller took Dick away, he didn't rush to set off for England, because flying to England by plane was a bit too slow. After the vampire incident started, Constantine might not still be in London.

He had to let Constantine come to him.

Schiller had Constantine's phone number, to be precise, the phone number of the magical world, a rune used to contact him, but it required magic to activate.

Schiller himself couldn't use magic, but Dick could. Schiller set up the runes in the hotel room, and Dick covered the runes with purple magical energy.

Soon, the runes lit up, which proved that the phone wasn't a wrong number. The Constantine of this universe also used this number.

According to the Constantine of Schiller's universe, his number belonged to a "Hell's Pretty Number," which he got after a lot of effort, so the vast majority of Constantines in the universe would use this number.

Although the call was dialed, no one answered for a long time. Schiller frowned. Constantine shouldn't be chased by vampires to the point of not having time to answer the phone, right?

The light on the runes gradually brightened, and then flashed violently. A furious roar sounded from the other side.

"NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE!! HURRY THE FUCK UP AND COME SAVE ME!!"

After Constantine roared, he flashed to the roof of the high-rise building in front of him, rushed to the other side at the fastest speed, and drew his hands in the air. A red portal appeared.

But immediately after, a golden light slashed and shattered the portal, and the tip of the candlestick slid past his nose.

Bang bang, two gunshots. Constantine turned back suddenly. A magic shield blocked the bullets, but he was surrounded by layers of summoned undead creatures.

He smiled bitterly, looked at the three figures surrounding him and said: "Is it necessary? That kid in armor, I said your body is good, I was praising you, is it necessary..."

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!