Chapter 1471: Flying Birds and Return (XVI)

The moment the black and yellow figure appeared at the door, Red Hood and Red Robin made the same move as if they were copied and pasted, that is, "whoosh" rushed to the farthest wall from the door, tightly pressed against the wall, holding weapons in their hands, and made a defensive posture.

Deathstroke, who had just opened the door, was also confused. He looked at the two young men in front of him who were dressed very distinctively and would never forget them if he met them. He searched in his mind whether he had dealt with them in a certain order, and then he found that he should have never seen these two people.

So, he turned his head to look at Harley who was packing up things beside the operating table. Harley blinked and pointed to the left with her right hand, pointing at Red Hood and Red Robin and said: "The mission targets are these two, just send them back to Wayne Manor alive."

Deathstroke nodded, and he just took a step forward, and the two young men opposite screamed as if they were stressed. Although Deathstroke's face was covered with a mask and his expression could not be seen clearly, his expression and movements still showed his helplessness at the moment. "I hate raising children."

A deep voice came from behind the mask. After a moment of stiffness, Red Hood and Red Robin rolled to the left and dodged to the right. With a "swish", a black shadow rushed forward and hit the two people's original positions with a short stick.

"Have you met me before?"

Death Bell immediately judged that the other party should have experience in dealing with him, otherwise he would not have grasped the timing of his attack so accurately and made an evasive action. Only then did Harley say: "They are from another universe, maybe they met you there."

"You didn't tell me this information before you asked me to come."

"Because it's not important at all, it's completely within your ability." "That's right, for the sake of helping me sell the stolen goods."

Death Bell turned around and swung the stick. Red Hood rolled again to dodge. He punched Death Bell's side. Death Bell raised his hand to block it without caring. When the fist landed on his arm, he was a little surprised and said, then kicked Red Hood back and attacked Red Robin who was unable to move behind him.

Red Robin had a leg injury, and it was difficult for him to even walk, let alone avoid Deathstroke. He awkwardly bent over to avoid the swinging short stick, but was kicked to the ground by Deathstroke the next second.

Red Hood rushed over to stop him, and Harley's voice sounded behind him: "It seems that he wants to knock you out and take you back. This is also good and more efficient."

Red Hood gritted his teeth and wanted to attack again. Just when the two were about to fight together, the door was knocked again. "Harley, are you there? I'm coming to get the goods."

Red Robin, who was lying on the ground holding his stomach, was stunned for a moment. He felt that the voice was a little familiar. The next second, the door was opened, and Constantine appeared outside the door.

Deathstroke held a short stick in his hand and turned to look at Constantine. Constantine, who had just opened the door, obviously did not expect the situation in the room to be so chaotic. He stepped into the room and paused in the air with one leg, and asked tentatively.

"Uh, are you busy? I'll come back later?"

Harley ran to the door excitedly, dragged Constantine in, waved her hand and said to the other three: Those who are fighting, wait a moment, stand by the wall, I have something to do.

Red Hood wanted to say "It's already late, what are you waiting for if you don't deal with Deathstroke quickly", but he didn't expect Deathstroke to put away the short stick in his hand and stand by the wall on the side of the room.

Red Robin stood up with the help of Red Hood, and Harley pushed them to the wall. Red Robin looked down and saw Deathstroke squatting in the corner. He endured the pain in his leg and asked, "Aren't you a killer? Why do you take this kind of job?"

Deathstroke raised his head slightly, looked at him with his eyes under the mask and said, "Killers occasionally get some things that are inconvenient to deal with. This little girl has a way to help me sell the stolen goods. I owe her a favor."

"It seems that I in another universe give you a headache. Tell me, how many times have I beaten you?" Deathstroke asked with interest.

Red muttered a few words in a low voice, which sounded like cursing, but looking down at Red Robin, who looked a little pale, he finally kept silent. Now provoking Deathstroke and the others will not end well.

And Red Robin has focused on the conversation between Harley and Constantine in the center of the room.

Harley sneaked away from the experimental table, and Constantine leaned his head over, seemingly observing the things in the box carefully.

In Red Robin's mind, a plot of more than 200,000 words of contraband trading flashed through his mind. The types of contraband included but were not limited to biochemical experimental drugs left behind by the government, biological samples extracted from aliens by crazy scientists, hallucinogens that could completely control people's minds and behaviors, etc.

As a result, after the box was turned over, it contained a human heart, frozen in a piece of crystal clear ice. It didn't look evil, and even had some weird beauty.

"Where's the client? Call him out." Harley said.

"I can't use magic. It would be bad if Schiller found out. Wait, I'll make a phone call."

After saying that, Constantine walked to the wall-mounted telephone at the door of the room, dialed a few numbers, picked up the receiver and said to the other party: "Hello? It's me, we agreed, yes, the location beacon is on me now, you can just summon it directly."

After Constantine hung up the phone, he took out a crystal with a mysterious luster from the pocket of his windbreaker and threw it on the ground.

In an instant, black mud-like lines extended on the ground, and an extremely complex magic circle that made people dizzy at a glance appeared in the center of the room.

Black energy and mist continued to gather, and a black claw stretched out from the magic circle, followed by half of the demon body filled with a strong evil breath.

Finally, when a demon with goat horns and goat hooves filled with evil energy stood in the center of the room, Red Hood and Red Robin, who were huddled in the corner, were stunned.

But at this time, Harley turned the box with the frozen heart to the demon's side. When the demon turned around, the third eye on his forehead opened and stared at the heart.

The huge demon claws stretched out to touch the edge of the box, but Constantine coughed softly and said, "Don't touch if you don't want to buy it."

The demon claws slowly retracted, but the red eyes were still fixed on the heart. Harley put one hand on the edge of the table and the other hand on her waist and said, "Name a price."

The demon gestured "twenty", and Harley snorted coldly and said, "This is the only heart of a sinner who killed his father and mother, abandoned his wife and children, cheated money and raped, and massacred and set fire to the body among more than a thousand corpses this year. This heart was It was frozen in dense ice less than three seconds after it was dissected alive. It must have condensed the deepest sin in this soul. Don't be ignorant of its value!"

Constantine also chimed in: "Jero, this quality of sinful heart is a rare commodity, at least the best in a hundred years. Whether it is inlaid on the crown or displayed in the exhibition hall, it can definitely show the taste of His Majesty Beelzebub. -

"If you bring out this gift at the celebration, no matter whether it is the generals or staff under His Majesty, they will have to look up to you. The value of this alone is more than twenty bottles of soul dust, right?"

The tall demon seemed to be lost in thought. Harley rolled her eyes and continued: "You should know how famous Constantine is among the demon kings. How about this, if you offer 100 bottles of soul dust, Constantine will spread the news that you spent a high price of 300 bottles to buy this rare sinner's heart."

"In this way, His Majesty Beelzebub, to whom you want to present a gift, will also hear that you spent a lot of money to obtain the treasure for him. How can he not value your kindness? "

The demon's eyes turned slightly, as if he was a little tempted, but after a while he shook his head and made a "fifty" gesture.

Harry sighed softly and walked back to the cabinet of the laboratory table and began to search. After a while, he took out a small box and placed it in front of the table where the demon was, with the opening of the box facing him, and then reached out to open the box.

There was an eyeball lying in it. Harry stretched out his hand and introduced: "Although this eyeball is not as good as the rare sinner's heart, it has witnessed thirteen major sins within seven days. You should be able to see the sins condensed on it, right?"

"We are doing a promotion now. If you buy a sinner's heart alone, you can enjoy a 10% discount, but if you buy two together, I will give you a 20% discount. "

The demon put his arm on the table and tapped it lightly with his index finger. Constantine saw that this was a signal that he was not satisfied, so he said to Harley: "Djeru is a newly promoted general under Beelzebub. His first appearance and gift at the celebration are of great importance. If you have any good stuff, take it out quickly."

Harley showed a questioning expression, and Constantine immediately said: "Djeru's mother's family is the oldest black demon in hell, and his grandmother is the famous "Dirty Talisa" in hell. You don't have to worry about him not being able to pay the price."

Harley frowned slightly, but she still pointed to the box on the table and said: "This is all I can take out. Take it if you want it, and forget it if you don't want it."

"But I can guarantee that only Gotham has this kind of good stuff. I have checked the bodies of thousands of sinners to collect these good things. You have to give me some return, right? "

The huge demon thought for a while, and finally nodded, then looked at Constantine and said: "You have to say that I spent 500 bottles of soul dust..."

Constantine covered his forehead, as if he had a headache. He said: "Jero, don't go too far. There are no fools in hell. No matter how good the sinner's heart is, it is not worth this price!"

"Besides, I can't use magic. After I don't trade with the devil, what I say is not so effective. Why do you always stare at me?"

The demon snorted coldly and said: "Then it has to be a little lower, 70% off, no more, otherwise I will take the knight's soul from An Leiden, which is at least a little entertaining."

Constantine was helpless. He knew that this was the other party's bargaining method, but he still said: "The price can't be lower. You have to leave some profit space for me as a middleman. I will do my best to promote your reputation."

"Try your best, but you can't." The devil didn't give in at all. His fingertips kept tapping on the table, and then said: You have to make them believe that I spent a lot of money. "

"I've said it, now my words are not so effective..." "What if I say it?" Another voice sounded at the door.

The two people and one demon who were doing the deal, the death knell squatting in the corner watching the fun, and the two Robins whose brains were completely mixed into a mess all looked out the door - there stood Bruce Wayne.

Bruce walked in with a piece of letter paper in one hand and Damian in the other, saying: "This letter my teacher left for me talks about this. He asked me to facilitate your deal so that we can promote our channels in hell and reach more cooperation in the future..."

No one listened to him.

Damian saw the devil as if he saw a ghost. The devil saw Bruce as if he saw a ghost.