Lex Luthor is busy, Miao Mu is in a daze.
Only Gotham is still lively, even more lively.
At least there are many people in Miao Mu's home now.
"I've said it several times, if you put the whole can in the microwave again, sooner or later you will be blown out!"
Barbara, who came over temporarily to take a look, was pinching his waist and looking at the kitchen that looked like he was making witch soup. He couldn't bear it anymore.
"It's long-winded, I know!"
Dick, who put the unopened can into the microwave, responded helplessly that he was here to cook today.
But he wasn't in that mood either, so he made a lot of mistakes, such as pouring all the prepared fruit salad on top of the pizza.
As a Gotham person, when I see this kind of pizza, the first thing that comes to my mind is the kind smile and gun muzzle of the Italy mafia.
Because there is a meeting outside.
Alfred used the computer to temporarily participate in this meeting as the assistant of Batman.
There are also Miss Lois and Martha Kent from Metropolis.
Jason was thrown into the bedroom by Mr. Nygma by his ears and put in solitary confinement. This child made them very worried.
"That's the thing. We don't know where they are now, but we can be sure that they are all still alive."
Barry also lost his usual eloquence.
Because he felt like the postman who went door-to-door delivering death notices during the war, bringing misfortune.
"So, we now need a target and location, and a way to find Superman and them..."
Lois frowned and sat on the sofa. She looked a little sleep deprived, nervous and anxious.
The largest number of people here is Arkham Gang represented by Nygma. To be honest, among these people.
As far as they are the most powerful, even Bruce does not have such ability. Of course, Bruce can stand up on his own than banknote Bruce.
Then again, everyone here is rubbish!
However, the food and clothing for millions of workers is not something that ordinary people can handle, and MW Group involves most of Gotham's industries.
Bundled and rooted in Gotham, it provides an absolute number of jobs, and new jobs are constantly being created, giving Gotham a new lease of life.
To put it bluntly, if MW Group goes bankrupt, Gotham will most likely be doomed as well, and everyone needs to eat.
Nearly 70% of the jobs involve too much scope when one person works to support his family.
A location is almost equal to a family.
Gotham The chaos that a population of nearly ten million can cause is something no one wants to see, at least not now.
This place almost belongs to an independent kingdom.
This is why CIA would rather act in secret than openly. Of course, MW Group has more allies in the open. And which capitalist doesn't want to make money?
"I tried divination and found someone to deduce that they are indeed still alive, but the place where they are is a very mysterious existence, at least one that ordinary people can't find."
Nygma, who had been deep in thought, said that he had considered this step a long time ago, but there was a magic circle set up by Zeus on Themyscira, which was able to block the exploration of the God of War Ares.
Now, it is just as difficult for them.
"I probably know who to talk to... leave it to me!"
Barry stood up and said that he did have a candidate, and the guy came to find him in person, but the meeting was not good.
Because the other party comes to ask for payment from me.
Moreover, I have to curse him, he is a dirty and despicable bastard.
But the other party is a magician.
Claiming to be an exorcist, he is a third-rate exorcist with top-notch deception skills. He even defrauded a credit card from Barry.
Then the next day, Barry's credit card bills were maxed out, and those bills forced him to work five jobs a day to pay them off.
But at this moment, Barry believed that that bastard would definitely have a way to find Miao Mu and the others, although he didn't know it either.
How could I offend this bastard?
By the way, this bastard's name is Constantine.
Los Angeles.
It seems that the atmosphere of Christmas has not dissipated yet.
Some roadside Christmas trees are still decorated with lights, and the shining lights exude brilliant colors here.
After a busy day, Chef Constantine is taking today's ingredients home. The most high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking, for example, eating them directly.
Today's bread is a bit hard, but the jam bottle has been used up. Constantine habitually took out the phone book in his pocket.
He hasn't opened for a while.
Are there so few demons in the world?
At this rate, when he was promoted to Heaven, he probably died of hunger and cold, wandering on the streets due to unemployment.
It's time to tap into his reserves of energy.
Find an old friend to hang out with for a few times, then stay somewhere and see if there is anyone you can help with, such as exorcism.
If there is no devil, he can grab one from Hell.
There was a knock on the door.
A crisp knock on the door echoed in the house.
Constantine felt that it was extremely cold tonight, so he couldn't help but tugged on his coat. Maybe it was the landlady who came to ask for rent.
He can pretend he didn't hear it.
Constantine continued to chew on the hard bread and looked at the names in the phone book, but there were a lot of red crosses.
It made him feel like an old man who was dying soon.
All his good friends are almost dead, but why are his enemies not dead? It's really strange.
Bang, the door was violently kicked open.
Constantine felt something was wrong, raised his hand and grabbed it inside the windbreaker, and he crushed a hidden invisibility medicine bottle.
The powder was sprinkled, covering up his figure.
Two people walked in from the door.
"Oh my god, is there a power outage here?"
Barry Pressed the light switch on the wall, click, click, beeped more than ten times, it turned out that the power was indeed out.
Deathstroke, who was wearing a closed metal uniform, looked around with a heat-sensing one eye, glanced around, and stared at the table.
"It seems that some people are hiding."
Deathstroke walked over, grabbed the bread on the table, and threw it to the ground along with the empty jam bottle next to it.
Constantine My nose felt sore and I felt that my heart would be broken. If it weren't for the sudden disappearance of many demons.
He is not like this!
"Constantine! Stop hiding, I saw you, I'm not here to ask you for money, give it."
Barry took out two wads of banknotes from the temporary pocket on his waist and threw them on the table. The relief fund provided by Alfred.
The next second, the banknote was stuffed into the pocket by Constantine.
"Hello, I am exorcist Constantine. You can also call me John. I am professional in exorcism!"
Constantine stood nearby and said with a smile.
Barry raised his hands to cover his face helplessly, "Okay, we want to ask you for help. How about we find a few people?"
"If you're looking for someone, let's talk about the money."
Constantine nodded seriously, already thinking about how to earn his pension money.
Next to him, Deathstroke inadvertently pulled out the big sword from his back and placed it gently on the ground. A deep crack instantly appeared on the smooth marble floor.
Constantine's eyelids twitched, feeling the power of that big sword to restrain magic.
Suddenly I felt that I could ask for less.
By the way, let's think about how to get this sword.