World Quest: Big Event

After Laurel finished explaining, she cautiously looked at Russell. She was a shrewd woman and could tell that Russell wasn't as easily fooled as Selina.

There is a qualitative difference between the two. If the silly Selina is no threat and can even be used as a pawn, then Russell is a ravenous wolf who will devour people without spitting out the bones. If you are not careful, you will lose your life at his hands.

"Mr. Deathstroke, to show my sincerity, I can help you access George's personal computer. If there really is a problem with the company's products, the answer is likely to be in the computer." Laurel brushed a strand of long hair behind her ear, generously revealing her well-maintained and charming face. Inadvertently, her bra strap slipped slightly.

This scene slightly displeased Selina. Women are often the ones who understand women best, and she knew exactly what Laurel was doing.

Out of a cat's instinct to guard its food, she began to reject Laurel!

Admittedly, Russell wasn't her type, but didn't she have any self-respect when Laurel blatantly reached into the cat's food bowl to snatch food from her?

Selina was overthinking it. Laurel really didn't take her seriously. Sexy doesn't mean wearing tight clothes. A girl like her could have a hundred men if Laurel just beckoned to her.

"Hehe!"

Russell gave a forced smile and hummed twice. Laurel's movements were natural, without any deliberate seduction, as if her words and actions possessed a natural allure that wasn't intentional. But he just didn't believe it...

There's no way around it, the image of an icicle is just too strong!

"Ms. Laurel, I'm pretty sure your husband isn't a good person. As for you... let's make a short video!"

As Russell spoke, he Mind Stone invaded Laurel's mind, controlled and altered her thinking, making her feel deeply guilty about her crimes and voluntarily confess to all of them.

Upon hearing that the person who sent the assassin to kill her was Laurel, Selina felt dizzy. Thinking back to how easily she had trusted him, she felt incredibly stupid.

Russell slapped her, and Selina hurriedly started searching the house. Her talent for thievery kicked in, and she quickly found a camera.

Laurel then sat in front of the camera, openly displaying evidence of the dark side of Meiling Company, and confessed to his crimes.

Her husband, who has yet to appear, was also dragged into the mess.

Capitalists are all black-hearted. The couple has done a lot of illegal and disorderly things in the past two years, especially hiring someone to commit murder. This is by no means the first time Selina has done this.

With witnesses and physical evidence in hand, Russell took Selina away from the luxury villa area. He thought it wouldn't be appropriate to send her directly to the police station, and to prevent the matter from being dropped, he needed to find professionals to handle it.

An unfinished building!

After a busy night, as dawn broke, Russell packaged the video and image data and sent it out via email to Bruce Wayne.

Playboy certainly won't step in to resolve this, but Batman will. If nothing unexpected happens, the vicious couple will be asked to stay in a private room tonight.

In the America, especially in a godforsaken place like Gotham, money can buy a lot of things. For capitalists like the Hurds, going to the police station is like strolling through the streets; their lawyers will take care of everything for them.

Even if the lawyers can't solve the problem, their connections are not just for show. But this time is an exception. Meiling Company's various products are all priced extremely high and are all high-end products. They have many friends, but they have also offended even more people. If they just pick a few big shots to meet, they could easily crush the couple.

It's hopeless!

I fear that the Hurds will move into a small single room tonight and be found dead from a sudden heart attack tomorrow, or at least have committed suicide by cutting their wrists.

Don't ask where the small private room got its tools; there's a spoon here too!

Selina's situation has come to an end. She believes she is not suited to be a superhero, a view that Russell strongly agrees with. After all, with limited intelligence, she might end up turning into a villain while trying to be a superhero.

He was a third-rate villain who had his leg broken by Batman after only two episodes.

Russell took pity on her, having lost her job and source of income, and kindly hired her as his assistant, a day shift only.

The seven-day trip was cut short. Russell pulled out a map and decided to set off for Keystone City tonight to find Wonder Woman Diana. Even if he didn't trigger the World Quest, it wouldn't be a loss to make her a familiar face and increase his favorability.

I heard that Themyscira in the Amazons is only for women. I wonder if I can get to know them and visit the island.

He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to broaden his horizons!

Ring ring! Ring ring~~~

The phone on his desk rang. Russell glanced at the time; it was probably Bruce calling. Without thinking, he answered.

"Hey buddy, it's me, remember me?"

The voice on the phone was very enthusiastic, but Russell couldn't remember who it was. He figured it might be some belated creditor and said lazily, "I'm busy. If you don't give me your name and state your purpose within ten seconds, I'll hang up."

"Haha, you're so funny. I'm your good friend Constantine..."

Click!

Russell hung up the phone immediately, cursed under his breath, and slammed his fist on the table, calling over his assistant, Selina, who had just started work that day. "Take the phone out and throw it away. I don't want to see it again."

"Okay, boss!"

Los Angeles!

Constantine's recent days have been terrible. Although things weren't very pleasant before, he was the one who messed with others. But now, he feels like he's messing with himself.

First, because of his 20-year smoking habit, he developed lung cancer, and the doctor told him not to be stingy with money recently and to spend it as much as he could.

It would be best if he spent it all, because he wouldn't need the money later.

Secondly, his soul has caught the eye of a powerful figure in hell, someone he can't afford to offend, who is trying to sell his soul to heaven through connections.

The result was disappointing. Faced with such a scumbag, the gates of heaven were tightly shut, and even the sewers were blocked.

Left with no other option, Constantine had to find his own solution. He couldn't go to Heaven, and he absolutely couldn't go to Hell, so he could only prolong his life and try to live as long as possible.

Two days ago, a policewoman Angela came to the door, paid a deposit, and asked Constantine to assist in the investigation of a bizarre death.

Constantine listened to the policewoman's account of the events as he counted the banknotes, then nodded and accepted the deal.

It wasn't out of sympathy that the deceased was Angela's biological sister, nor was it because Angela offered him a price he couldn't refuse; it was purely because of Angela herself.

Beautiful face, unfathomable depths, and a uniform!

Despite Constantine's relentless efforts making little progress in the case, he has successfully won over Angela, who is now head over heels in love with him.

In the past, given Constantine's utterly scummy style, Angela would have been close to being dumped. But this time, he's decided not to break up yet...

Angela's sister died by suicide, but there's more to it than meets the eye. Constantine is very familiar with this; it smells of conspiracy, and it comes from hell.

As he and Angela continued their sexual encounters—no, as the investigation deepened, layer by layer, a massive conspiracy gradually revealed its sinister side.

Constantine was delighted. Opportunity always comes with risk. If he could get the big shots from both Hell and Heaven involved, he might be able to use the rules to achieve immortality.

Reality soon slapped him in the face; the devil from hell issued a warning, and Constantine barely escaped with his life by sacrificing two of his friends.

The risks were far greater than imagined; Constantine's friends were too incompetent to handle the risks...

"What should we do? The devil's minions have their eyes on us. Do you have any good ideas?" Angela sat in the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and suppressed the fear in her eyes.

Constantine skillfully lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, and laughed, "No problem, everything is under my control. In fact, this is part of my plan."

"Are you sure?" Angela glanced at Constantine's shoulder, where he had been struck by a devil's claw, and it reeked of sulfur and was charred.

"It was an accident, purely an accident. After all, plans can't keep up with changes, and it's impossible to be perfect in every aspect."

"So now, shall we change the plan?"

"No need, contact my best friend. With his help, this one is in the bag."

Angela hesitated and asked, "What kind of friend would risk going to hell to help you?"

"An angel!"

Face was at stake, and he couldn't back down in front of his girlfriend. Constantine took out his phone and dialed a number. "We've fought demons together, we're sworn brothers. He won't refuse if I ask."

Just then, the call connected, and Constantine laughed and said, "Hey buddy, it's me, remember me?"

The person on the other end of the phone wasn't very polite. Constantine gave Angela a reassuring look and continued, "Haha, you're so funny. I'm your good friend Constantine..."

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep————

"..."

Angela was completely dumbfounded. Before she could even finish saying Constantine's name, the other end of the phone hung up. Is this what you call a life-or-death friendship?

More like a deadly friendship!

Constantine coughed lightly and continued dialing, explaining, "It's alright, that's just how he is, cold on the outside but warm on the inside. As long as I'm firm, I can definitely get him to come to Los Angeles."

At the same time in Gotham City, before Selina could even unplug the phone, Constantine's second call came in. She looked at Russell, her eyes asking whether to answer or not.

Russell pursed his lips, looking annoyed, and picked up the phone. Being constantly bothered by scoundrels wasn't a good thing; he might as well make things clear over the phone, give up on Constantine's idea of ripping him off.

"Listen, buddy, don't hang up yet. I have something very important to say. Give me a minute, and you'll definitely change your mind." Constantine spoke rapidly as soon as the call connected, getting ahead of everyone else.

"I'll give you an hour, and you still won't change my mind," Russell said dismissively. Only someone out of their mind would believe a con artist's nonsense.

"Don't say that, this is a major event concerning the safety of the entire planet!"

"Pah, the safety of the Earth is none of my business. I wouldn't even bat an eye if it were blown up." After saying that, Russell hung up the phone and unplugged the cord.

[Ding! Host has triggered World Quest]

[World Quest: Big Event! How can you prove you were here without making a big fuss? (0/5)]

Mission failed, forever trapped in this world, relentlessly hunted by superheroes.

"..."

Looking at the telephone cord he had just unplugged, Russell frowned. What should he do? Should he give in to the temptation?

Can...

It's really not appealing!

On the other end, Constantine, after two unsuccessful attempts to call Russell, broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh no, how can you become a god without strong teammates sacrificing themselves?

Is it really possible to ruin yourself by betraying all your friends?