Chapter 2891

The two entered the sightseeing elevator along the rooftop door of the building. Dick stood behind Schiller, Dick stroked his chest, feeling a bit nauseous, and the expression on his face was mixed with disgust, disdain, and disbelief.

Schiller asked him, "Have you never dealt with Constantine?"

Dick shook his head and said: "I have contacted the Justice League Dark a few times, but the person who docked with me wasn't Constantine. Constantine has also been to the Batcave, but at that time I was sent out by Batman to perform a mission."

"Who usually communicates with him?"

"Damian... oh, wait, is this Batman's intention?"

"Yes, because Constantine has no interest in children. He likes strong adults. To be precise, it's not just people. Sharks and lizards are not impossible."

Dick felt that his worldview was a bit shattered. He said: "So Batman, in order to prevent him from disgusting us, will send us all out before he comes, leaving only Damian to deal with him?"

"He can't just disgust you," Schiller shook his head and said: "People who have anything to do with this guy won't have a good end. You'd better stay away from him in the future."

Dick nodded blankly. He obviously needed some time to accept this terrible fact—there are many people in this world who think about the Bat-family, but this is the first time Dick has heard of someone thinking about it from this angle.

Very unexpectedly, Constantine's last sentence stimulated the Arkham Knight again. His muzzle was already on Constantine's forehead.

But soon, the Arkham Knight heard a familiar voice.

"Jason."

The blue light spot representing the eyes on the mask lit up instantly, but then flashed like a bad contact and went out.

He didn't move the hand holding the gun, turned back, and saw a figure walking out from the corner.

"Put the gun down first, Jason. I have some things to ask him."

"You..." The Arkham Knight was actually speechless for a moment.

Then he looked like he saw a ghost, turned to look at the moonlight beside him, then looked at the person behind him, and then looked at the moonlight again. A loading icon appeared on his head again.

He knew that on the magical Battleworld platform, it was very normal for counterparts from different universes to appear together. He might also participate in dungeons with other versions of himself in the future.

But what made his CPU insufficient was that he couldn't imagine what would happen if two Schillers appeared in the same universe. Doesn't Battleworld have a protection program for universes?

Taking advantage of his being stunned, Constantine ran away with a swoosh. Don't look at the seven or eight holes in his body, but he is a man who can live without lungs. These small injuries don't count for anything to him.

And he very keenly discovered that the suit man who appeared later seemed to be able to restrain this violent robot, so he very wisely swooshed behind Schiller.

"Dick," Schiller said.

Actually, he didn't need to say it. When Constantine passed through, Dick reached out, and purple magic light wrapped around the man in the windbreaker, throwing him to the side, just like throwing some harmful garbage.

Schiller turned around and looked at Constantine who fell to the ground, seemingly a bit disappointed that he didn't see anything special about him.

Constantine was also looking at him at the same time.

Constantine is a very strange person. He has no specific orientation. He can tease every creature in this world without any psychological burden, equally. The brain stem is directly connected to the lower body, and the transmission has no delay.

He indulges in sensuality, pays attention to sensory enjoyment, and wantonly vents his physical desires, but in fact, what he pursues is not these.

On one hand, he appears to enjoy physical desires, and on the other hand, he constantly expresses his desire for spiritual enjoyment, hoping that someone can understand.

But reality is cruel. Most people can only see his dissolute appearance, and their understanding of him stops at the bad influence brought by his flowery words.

So for those who cannot understand him, he is even less afraid to show this side of himself, quite a feeling of self-abandonment, similar to: anyway, you don't understand me, what's wrong with letting me take some advantage?

For those young boys like Dick or Jason—not referring to age, but to emotional experience, or rather, pathological emotional experience—he usually takes advantage without enough, because he knows he can't get more from them.

So based on the idea that there is no turtle egg if you don't take advantage, as long as he comes into contact with them, he begins to indulge his bestiality, indulging in the coveting of their beauty without any psychological burden.

But once he discovers that someone has more experience in pathological emotional experience than himself and might understand him, he becomes a real young boy, nervous and doesn't know where to put his hands.

Because he has hope, feeling that perhaps this time someone can thoroughly understand him, and any of his bad performances might push the other party away. But if he is not bad, how can it be called pathological?

This is the self-struggle that Constantine faces in most cases, making him excited, painful, and painful, and pain always produces excitement.

When Schiller looked at him, Constantine froze. He realized that Schiller might be that kind of person, and playing hooligan on such a person is useless.

So he climbed up from the ground nimbly and gave himself a healing magic. The magic squeezed out the bullets shot into his body, making Constantine wince for a while.

"What do you want to ask?" Constantine looked at Schiller and asked.

Schiller weighed in his heart. Now is not the time to watch the little people in the crystal ball dance. He has serious business to do.

But regarding the serious business of vampires, it is hard to avoid using Constantine. If Schiller didn't guess wrong, the source of this vampire invasion might be in the magic world again, and Constantine's connections in the magic world can play a big role.

Constantine is also a master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't throw hawks. If he doesn't let him taste the sweetness, he won't do things obediently. Even if he makes him feel that he can handle you, he will definitely pit you during the process of doing things.

The scope of pitting people doesn't distinguish between men, women, old, and young, and doesn't even transfer according to his own emotions. Those friends who once died for him are the best proof.

In this regard, dealing with Constantine is more dangerous than dealing with anyone else. He is not the kind of person who makes people feel threatened at a glance, so most people won't rank his threat level with Batman.

But Schiller believes that these two should be ranked together. Constantine's friends won't have a good end, not because of any magic curse, but just because Constantine has been doing this kind of thing habitually. Everyone who is influenced and manipulated by him will definitely move towards destruction.

Therefore, the first rule of dealing with Constantine is that you must strive for the initiative in the first time. You must be able to send him like a dog even if you ask him for help, otherwise stay away from him.

Schiller decided to give Constantine some sweetness to facilitate subsequent errands.

Regarding the vampire matter, Schiller first explained his intention, but immediately said: "However, it seems that you have already decided who to give this intelligence to. Dick, do you have Batman's communicator?"

Dick was a bit confused, but he still took out a mobile phone. Schiller looked at Constantine and said: "It's the same whether you pass the intelligence to me or Batman. We must work together to deal with the monsters in the dark."

The Arkham Knight behind him finally reacted, and after hearing this, he rolled his eyes.

Schiller's most magical thing is that even if everyone knows what is under his skin now, and he himself knows that others know his true face, he can still perfectly wear this layer of human skin without revealing any flaws.

The Arkham Knight asked himself that he couldn't do it, otherwise he wouldn't need to point a gun at Batman.

After all, he is a complete victim in his relationship with Batman. If he is willing to put on human skin, then his right to speak is infinite, even Barbara and Tim will support him.

"How do you know I'm going to find Batman?" Constantine was a bit vigilant. His eyes fell on Schiller's hands.

"That's a pair of very well-maintained hands, without gun calluses, and without the friction marks of holding a pen for many years, which means he is neither a warrior nor a scholar."

Constantine asked again: "Where did you get my phone number?"

"Got it by accident." Schiller said it as if he hadn't said it. He avoided the important and talked about those set words, like fiddling with the cheese on the mousetrap.

"If you really have any useful intelligence, it's best to communicate with Batman as soon as possible. He is the only person capable of reversing the situation. The situations of the Bat-family and the Justice League are not good. If there are new clues, we can break out of the current predicament as soon as possible."

This remark, Dick felt that if it were at the Justice League venue, Superman would have to applaud him.

"No, I don't fully trust Batman either," Constantine didn't admit it. He said: "Batman's biggest weakness is that he is an ordinary person. Once he falls into a trap and is bitten, he cannot resist the transformation at all, just like this poor kid."

Constantine's eyes fell on Dick. Schiller said: "Can I understand that you are telling us that vampires have absolute control over the transformation?"

"You can understand it that way. In fact, it's even worse, so it's no surprise that the Bat-family and the Justice League have fallen into an unfavorable situation."

"It seems you have confidence that the cards in your hand can just make 21 points with Batman's." Schiller showed an interested look. He said: "Can you talk about why you have such confidence?"

"I am a mage. I have been in contact with vampires much earlier than you. A friend of mine was turned into a vampire. He was originally a powerful mage. I got some intelligence from him. I believe that is what Batman doesn't have, which can give him no small help."

"Then give it to him," Dick said. "Why are you delaying time here? If the Earth is really occupied by vampires, won't you be finished too?"

"You are not qualified to lecture me here, vampire kid, even with your hot figure," Constantine snorted coldly, lit a cigarette, and said: "I said, I won't play that card rashly without determining Batman. If the vampires gather 21 points, it will be troublesome."

"Then why did you come here?" The Arkham Knight frowned and asked.

"Can't it be to pick you up?" Constantine opened his mouth and talked nonsense. He bit the cigarette, raised his eyebrows at the Arkham Knight, and said: "One of you, this little guy one, completely lived up to my travel expenses."

The Arkham Knight wanted to spray fire again, but Schiller blocked between him and Constantine. He hesitated for less than a second, but still stopped the pace of rushing over.

Constantine immediately noticed. He raised his eyes and glanced at Schiller unintentionally. He had expected that the two knew each other, but this person could actually calm that irritable kid down...

"Okay, let's talk about serious business," Constantine smoked a cigarette and said: "I can hand over the intelligence about vampires to you, but you have to prove your position."

"I know a criminal organization that has been turned as a whole. If the vampires there are released, it will cause a very serious disaster. If you can handle them, I will tell the intelligence I know."

"Who?"

"Legion of Doom."