Chapter 1673 No Time to Die (Thirty-Six)

Chapter 1646 No Time to Die (Thirty-Six)

"About a few months ago, I can't remember exactly when, I found that some of the magic circles related to the divine power that I used before had problems. I can't explain the specific principles to you, but in short, Heaven may have unilaterally modified the application scenarios of some runes, causing more than half of my magic circles related to divine magic to become invalid."

In the alley next to the cafe, Constantine took a sip of hot coffee and slowly explained: "I don't know if the brains of those angels were kicked by a donkey. I have only used the runes that have not been changed for thousands of years for a few years, and they have changed them beyond recognition. I am now completely out of touch with Heaven, and there are still two debts waiting for Heaven's power to pay. How can I not be anxious?"

"Who made you owe so much in the first place...Okay, let's not talk about this, then you can find Gotham What's the use? There are no angels here. "

Constantine opened his mouth, as if he didn't know whether he should say it or not, but facing the questioning eyes of the two Robins, he sighed and said: "You can't stay young forever, right? You can't believe what Batman told you all your life. Gotham's current situation is entirely because of those evil criminals. "

Red Hood and Nightwing looked at each other, and both read the meaning of "as expected" from each other's eyes, but Red Hood still cleared his throat, tapped the ground with his toes, and then said: "Then tell me what happened to Gotham and why did you come here?"

"To be honest, I have to come here to get some power to pay off my debts, otherwise the next time you see me, my liver will definitely be gone. "Constantine sighed sadly.

"You know, my magic power is like a credit card debt. When one card expires, I borrow the balance of another card to pay it back. But the connection with heaven was suddenly disconnected, which is equivalent to half of my card balance disappearing. I have tried everything to fill this hole, but it's still a little short. I have to use the backup plan."

"To be honest, if there is no other way, who would be willing to come to Gotham?" Constantine squatted against the wall, squatting in the corner without any image, holding a coffee cup and muttering: "This damn place, the devil will spit when he comes, and there is also a madman Batman, if it's not urgent, I won't come!"

"You're here to borrow power, so why are you looking for Lincoln March?"

"Uh, so you didn't know? I thought Batman had already checked him out." Constantine took a breath awkwardly. Facing the inquiring eyes of the two Robins, he could only say: "Since you all know that the darkness of Gotham is not entirely due to the security situation, then you should be able to guess that there are some mysterious powers hidden in this city. I came here this time to discuss business with them."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes, and he stared at Constantine said: "Mysterious power, what do you mean?"

Constantine blew on his coffee and uttered a term: "Owl."

"To be precise, it is the Court of Owls. Batman must have noticed the clues a long time ago, but I can't let him know this time, because he won't allow me to take away any power of this city. I am now pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth."

"To be honest, I didn't expect to succeed, but it was a bit beyond my expectation that you found it so early. I was just about to ask, what's going on in Midtown? I just teleported here and was almost hit by a rocket. The gun went up to the sky. "

The Red Hood made a "hiss" sound, which made Constantine look at him with a strange look. The Red Hood swallowed his laughter with great effort, and then said: "This is called a house leaking and raining all night, but your good luck has come, sir, we can not tell Batman, because we are also planning to deal with Lincoln March."

"Why do you want to deal with Lincoln March?"

Then in the next ten minutes, the Red Hood told Constantine in detail about their plan. After listening, Constantine was as motionless as a wooden sculpture.

After a while, he said, "I think I should tell Batman now that you are a little crazy, kid!"

"Manipulating elections, developing gangs, and even getting involved in shipping and smuggling?! If I didn't know that this city was already rotten and hopeless, I would have to be a hero and send you to the police station!"

"Don't say those useless nonsense. I just want to ask you one question. Do you want to work with us? If you dare to say no, I will call Wonder Woman right now and tell her that you stole her underwear."

Constantine spit out a mouthful of coffee, he stood up and glared at Red Hood and said, " We haven't seen each other for a few months. How come you seem to be possessed by a demon? Besides, how do you know me..."

"You didn't really think about it, did you?"

Red Hood and Nightwing immediately came together and looked at Constantine with a pest-like look. Constantine waved his hand and said, "Don't insult me. I'm not that vulgar, but Diana is really pretty, right?"

"Okay, boys, how do you plan to deal with Lincoln March? Maybe there is something I can help with. When the time comes, you will solve the Penguin's rival and I will get my power. This is a win-win situation."

"It's not that simple." Red Hood curled his lips in disdain and said, "Don't think you can fool us. The reward for helping us solve Lincoln March is that we help you hide it from Batman, not help you get power. If you want us to join you in pitting the so-called Court of Owls, you have to show some sincerity."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Red Hood showed a slightly bad smile, looked at Constantine and said, "Find the Court of Owls, and then..."

"Mr. March, our patience is almost exhausted. If you still can't take down Mrs. Mia, you may have to reflect in the coffin."

A woman wearing a white owl mask stood behind the table in the reception room of the mansion. She looked at Lincoln March with an impatient expression. She said, "You know, the fighting faction has always wanted to gain an absolute advantage. They have cultivated more and more claws, and soon they won't need you. They can also trap Batman."

"And if you don't contribute, and our long-term training and investment have gone down the drain, you know better than us what the consequences will be, March, You don't have much time left. "

"Did you call me here just to scare me?" March's face looked a little ugly, but he was able to keep his emotions stable. He gently touched the ring on his hand and said, "It's not that easy to make Batman lose control and fall into a trap. There have been too many things that have happened in Gotham that are beyond control recently, so you are so anxious."

"Think about how you have been in control of the overall situation and calm and cautious in the past. Now you suddenly take such a big step, and you are not afraid of spraining your ankle."

Through the owl mask, March could see that the face of the woman opposite had sunk, but he continued, "I will deal with the current mayor Magan. I have seized evidence of his bribery in the approval of the deep-water port project. He will soon not be my opponent."

"Except for him, the other candidates are your puppets and are not competitive at all. Prepare to toast at my election celebration party. Goodbye."

March strode out of the mansion where they met. When he returned to his rented office in the upper city, a female assistant came up with a sullen face and whispered a few words in his ear.

March's eyes widened immediately. He rushed into the office, slammed the table with his eyes wide open, and shouted: "What's going on?! How come that gangster named Oswald Cobblepot is also running for election? Where did he come from?"

"Mr. March, according to our investigation, Oswald Cobblepot is the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant. The funds and connections gathered for the construction of the deep-water port project in Gotham City may be in his hands. That includes not only the rich people in Gotham City, but also many big bosses engaged in smuggling activities along the East Coast. They are very generous."

The shrewd and capable female assistant stepped forward and said in a firm tone: "If he really runs for election, even Magan, who has a big advantage now, may not be able to win. Cobblepot Porter's geographical advantage is too great!"

"Why does he suddenly want to run for mayor?"

"It is very likely that he and Mayor Magan had a disagreement during the negotiation of the deepwater port project. I think it is very likely that they failed to reach an agreement on the amount of bribes. Magan wanted more, and Copperpot didn't want to give it, so he decided to do it himself."

March covered his forehead and sighed, then he took a deep breath, waved to the people sitting at the table and said: "Don't fiddle with the computer, get ready for the meeting, raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a moment, we must find a way to pull Copperpot down, I will be the mayor!"

In the residence of the Neville family in the central city, Tim's face flashed with the blue light of the computer, he quickly tapped the keyboard and said: " Lincoln March proposed the "Twelve Suggestions for Gotham Municipal Reform" and posted it on his personal campaign website. There are already more than 200 comments. "He will give a speech at the press conference of the Municipal Bureau tonight. I suspect he may elaborate on this new campaign slogan. We must find the loopholes immediately." Jason came to his side, stared at the long speech and said, "Let me see... This is definitely not written by him. I have heard the recordings of his private conversations. He is a hopeless illiterate." "Of course it was written by the campaign team, but his speech is well spoken. He should imitate the style of President Roosevelt and create a professional but pragmatic image for himself."

Jason rolled his eyes and said, "This is easy. We have ready-made experience to copy. Our Gotham Mayor Roy has gone through two mayoral elections. Even without using any special means, his votes have always been high. He is really good at it."

"I have heard his three speeches on Gotham's transportation and municipal reforms before. I can remember about 95% of the content. I will write them down later and add the content that refutes March. Give me two hours and we will give a speech tonight."

After dark, the Iceberg Restaurant was unusually quiet without guests. When you walk into the Iceberg Restaurant, you don't see waiters coming and going, but a complete set of interview and filming equipment.

"This thing is definitely useful." Harley said while chewing bubble gum: "My little cookie always uses this thing to shoot his terrorist declarations. He spent a lot of money on it to ensure that Batman can see every expression of his."

"Look, this radio equipment costs tens of thousands of dollars for a speaker, ensuring that the entire East Coast can hear your words clearly. And this lens, it probably costs more than 100,000 dollars."

"Don't stand there stupidly, come and help adjust the stand!" Harley waved to Harley.

Finding that Harley ignored her, she had to pinch her throat and shout in a rhythmic voice: "Oh, my dear mother, can you come over and help me turn this handle that I can't reach? Thank you!"

Harley ran over with a smile on her face.

The Penguin was standing behind the wine cabinet where he used to stay, but his expression was still a little hesitant. He put down the manuscript in his hand, looked at Jason who was adjusting the camera position next to him and said, "Are you sure this will work? Our stupid mayor was interviewed in the bright and spacious hall of the Municipal Bureau, and my restaurant... Anyone who is a Gotham person knows that nothing here is legal."

"How many things are legal in Gotham people's homes?"

The Penguin was speechless. He read the manuscript again, and about half an hour later, Batman heard this passage with the Joker in the Batcave.

"...When have you ever managed us? Where was the FBI when the gangs took over the city? Where was the CIA when drugs were imported from abroad?"

"When Gotham's industry was polluting, you didn't talk about environmental protection. When the surrounding farms had no harvest, you didn't talk about environmental protection. Now we build docks and make money with our own ability, and you want to talk to us about environmental protection!"

"I can only say, fuck it! State Legislature or federal government? Yes, I only have this sentence for you! You should all get out of this city, take the soft eggs in your crotch, and get out as far as possible!"

The next morning, Batman looked at the newspaper report of the soaring votes of mayoral candidate Oswald Cobblepot and sighed deeply.

Respect and blessings