Luthor stared at the data structure that no one else could understand for more than ten minutes, without even blinking his eyelids.
Occasionally, after the browsing progress reaches dozens of pages, I will suddenly frown and click on the keyboard to turn the document back to the first page, as if comparing and checking.
Shane stayed inside Shadow Space, and the sound of Rachel's rapid breathing faintly sounded in his ears again.
Under normal conditions, Rachel and Magic can allow anyone to hide in it almost unlimitedly.
But now there is another Constantine, and Rachel from the outside world should be constantly avoiding the pursuit of virus-infected people with Tim, so it is also accompanied by intense physical consumption.
Just before Shane was about to speak to urge him, Luthor's calm response finally came out of the small ball of thunder and lightning from Shazam in Constantine's palm.
"Sure enough, someone has made drastic changes to it, but fortunately, this new virus is still born out of another Amazo Virus base I designed - the little blue bug. Please call me the internal resource library of Watchtower."
"My name is Blue Beetle!"
Jaime's voice was still dissatisfied, but it could be heard that since what Luthor said was good news that was temporarily inspiring, Jaime's tone was not as aggressive as before.
After another seven or eight seconds, a response finally came out that made everyone heave a sigh of relief.
"Yes, the material is rich. If you give me some more time, before Sun rises tomorrow, I can create enough antidote to cover the entire Gotham."
This time, Jaime cheered immediately.
"Does this mean no one will die? Mr. Lex?"
"Of course, I do what I say."
"Um----can you cut off this damn communication for a while?"
Shazam A somewhat weak voice sounded.
Shane nodded. This child has suffered a lot. Constantine's Magic has invaded his body several times. I don't know if there will be any hidden dangers in the future.
He gave the small group of Magic thunderbolts in Constantine's palm a brief instruction on the next course of action. After Kara's response sounded like a soldier accepting an order, Shane finally waved his hand at Constantine.
Constantine held the five fingers to cover the Magic lightning. When he opened it again, a glass ball with lightning tracks flashing inside appeared in the palm of his hand.
Kicking the glass ball back into his pocket, Constantine looked at Shane coldly, raised his hands and took a tentative step back.
"Can I go?"
At this time, Constantine's scrawled blond hair and stubble were already covered with sweat beads, and even the skin on his forehead and cheeks had a moist sheen.
God.
I don't know how well this young body of Monarch knows him to be so wary.
Since Shane needs to communicate with Shazam and others through Magic communication, the closer he is to Constantine, the more vigilant he becomes.
During the time when she continued to talk to Luthor, Shane was almost doing two things. While chatting with Luthor, she was still focusing on the actions of Constantine next to her.
This old boy has been in a state of three superimposed identities of hero, anti-hero, and shit-trouble all year round.
Whenever we encounter a crisis that is close to the level of destruction in this world, Constantine will often help or turn the tide because he can't bear it.
But as this old boy said before, he really doesn't care at all whether a city is destroyed or not, as well as the life and death of the ordinary people inside.
Shane believes that even if Constantine is forced by the threat of force, and Magic cannot find a way to break the magic immunity, Magic may be willing to help for a while.
If one of them is not optimistic, he might hit Shane hard, then immediately apply oil on his soles and run away.
As a result, Shane had basically watched every hair on Constantine's body.
This kind of person who is not scrupulous about meat and vegetables, has no dignity as a Magic master, and dares to use feces and farts to cast spells. Even if you prevent him from using his hands to perform Magic, you may not be able to prevent him from using the hair on his buttocks to cast Magic.
Shane thinks this is not impossible.
So his nerves were always highly tense.
There is no way, this person's life is easy to kill on the physical level, but Hell's life may not be taken at all if he can't bear it.
It will be uncomfortable when this disgusting guy comes back from Hell and holds a grudge for the rest of his life like a cockroach.
----As for Constantine, it was the first time in this life that they were stared at from all directions with such terrifying murderous intent.
Compared with those Demon monarchs who threatened Constantine with their souls or lives in the past, they all pale into insignificance in front of this damn alien kid.
Constantine really felt that just now, even if he wanted to raise his hand to wipe his sweat, a nerve signal had just been sent out in his brain, and before he could even move his fingers, a big word "death" had been written on the back of his head.
He was even more nervous than Hajime's breath, and he could see in his vision that his head was instantly penetrated by a punch and exploded.
Watching Constantine take a step back, Shane also drifted back a little simultaneously.
As the distance was widened in both directions, both parties breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Although Shane is still wary of whether Constantine will cast any inexplicable spells, Constantine can also feel that Shane's wariness and concern for him has not weakened much.
But compared to the time when I called Magic before, when the two of them were next to each other, it was much more comfortable for both parties.
"You want to go out?"
Shane subconsciously frowned at Constantine's request.
Constantine spread out his two palms stiffly, raised them to a place where Shane could see them at a glance, and rubbed them.
Like a fly lying on the stool.
"Man, I haven't smoked a cigarette in more than ten minutes. If you keep me here again, I swear I'm so uncomfortable that I want to commit suicide at any time."
Constantine almost started to sniffle like a drug addict, but stopped abruptly after feeling the sudden surge of killing intent.
"And your little girlfriend seems to be almost unable to hold on anymore. Although her Magic Power foundation is as unfathomable as the ocean, it seems that the total amount she can use every day is not that much?"
Shane looked at Constantine and thought about it silently for a while.
It's definitely not possible to let this guy out alone. Tim is just a newbie now, and he can't resist Constantine's deception.
If you want to go out, you can only go out with him, just like in Shadow Dimension, monitoring the other person anytime and anywhere.
Besides, Luthor is still not 100% safe.
Although Jason still seems to have the virus under control, Jason's will must have already reached the edge of crumbling.
Once it falls and bottoms out, the spread of the virus to the whole world is no longer the biggest problem.
The virus I'm most afraid of has actually always known about the existence of Luthor, and it's probably just because of Jason.
As of now, the virus can still be tightly restricted to the scope of Gotham. This kind of willpower that Shane cannot match is worthy of praise.
Therefore, Shane has always used the highest estimate to guess Jason's ability, aiming towards the height of Batman.
He felt that if Jason also knew that the virus was designed by Luthor, he would probably change to a more radical attack method, so the virus did not dare to do even the slightest redundant action against Watchtower.
But after all, it has been more than ten hours, who knows how long Jason can resist.
After a while, all the infected Metahumans will charge towards Watchtower. Shane is not 100% sure that he can protect Luthor's life.
Until then, Constantine will still be one of his estimated and last resort backup plans.