The Death Knell

　　 Barry heard it was London, and the expression on his face was even more strange. As a member of Zhenglian, he certainly knew where and where.

　　 He let out a long ‘um-ah’ like he was having trouble in the toilet, and finally ran with Su Ming.

　　Su Ming felt that his steps were a lot slower, as if he was a little hesitant, even the sand rising behind him was not so high, he could only comfort Barry first.

　　 "Relax, you are my accomplice. If that guy wants to cheat us, I will send the bullet into his ‘little buddy’."

　　 "Uh, no, it's better not...Everyone's position is the same, I don't want bloodshed." Barry also recovered and started running wildly.

Under the death knell mask, there was a chuckle of laughter: "Of course, this is just a joke, because I am definitely not the first person who thinks this way, and he definitely invented a spell to deal with this kind of thinking, such as the protection of'little buddies' Curse,'dandan iron armor curse' or something."

　　 "Do you know what happens when you run away with the help of superb speed? Don't make jokes when I run wild!" The lower half of Barry's face under his hood was blue, and he desperately resisted laughing.

　　 Su Ming hurriedly raised his hand to surrender, fearing that if Barry's legs were crumpled with a smile, he would be thrown into the super strength.

　　 "Well, I won't be jokes when you are running in the future, but I have a younger brother, a half-brother, and he might get along well with you."

　　 "???"

　　............

London, England.

　　 This city that once represented capitalism now represents the twilight of the empire. At this time, the time here is late at night, everywhere is quiet, and there is not much popularity.

The location of Barbatos’ invasion was in the United States, so the United Kingdom, which is far away from the Atlantic Ocean, is still temporarily safe, but everyone has seen the tragedy there on TV or on the Internet, after the initial wave of escape and panic. , The remaining London residents chose to hide at home for the rest of their lives.

　　 I don’t know if it’s like when the Titanic sank, the old gentlemen wore stiff gowns and died listening to classical music.

　　 The streets are not messy. Su Ming can still see policemen on duty at the intersection not far away, but seeing his downcast look, he must be in a bad mood.

The two stood by an old street with no lights around. Although Barry knew who Su Ming was looking for, he didn't know the exact location, but Su Ming had an idea. He immediately walked to the side of the road. There was a red color. The phone booth is bathed in the light of street lamps.

　　 The warm yellow light was sprinkled like hot water, forming a big circle on the ground, and the phone booth was in the middle of the light spot, which was particularly conspicuous.

　　 Its four sides are lattice windows, and the whole piece of glass is divided into hundreds of small lattices by wooden window grilles. On the top of the light box with the word ‘telephone’ written on it, there is also a small crown-shaped hollow.

　　 Su Ming strode over, opened the door, and walked in. There was a smell of urine mixed with cigarettes in the small space. He picked up the phone book and began to search for the information on it, searching for the keywords "Master of Dark Art" and "Master of Exorcism.

　　 This is the case in the United Kingdom and the United States. The public telephone directory is also called the yellow page. It not only contains the more commonly used telephone numbers, but also has some very inconspicuous small advertisements, just like the telephone poles of the sky.

　　As a magician, Constantine dislikes advertising on computer networks, because that thing cannot be affected by magic.

　　 Unlike on such simple yellow pages, he only has to sneak into the printing factory in the middle of the night to put a little magic, and his ads will appear in tens of thousands of telephone booths in London for free, and many companies will also receive yellow pages.

That’s right, Constantine is very short of money. Although it is an employment nature, his life is far worse than the death knell. The death knell serves high-income people, and most of his clients are people who are forced to do nothing by dirty things. .

　　 "Ah, let's get some superpower." Su Ming reminded Barry.

　　Barry sighed helplessly. If you need to hurry, don't get into the phone booth so aggressively, just ask him to find it.

　　 Despite this, he put his hands on Su Ming's shoulders. He felt that Slade in this other world had definitely become a speed player, and the speed of supernatural power flowed between the two without hindrance.

　　 "Whh..." Only a dense, wood-like sound was heard, Su Ming closed the book: "I found it, do you have 30 pence?"

　　 "Uh...pence? Is it 50 cents? I can go home to pick it up."

　　 "Forget it, it's better to make money by yourself if you have that strength." Su Ming shook his head, took out the silencer from his waist and screwed it on his pistol.

Then, he fired repeatedly at the phone, and various silver and white coins flowed out. It felt like playing a slot machine in Las Vegas. He bent over to pick out a few from it and put it in his belt. Li: "Okay, find another phone booth."

　　 Barry looked at the police not far away and felt a little guilty. Su Ming’s actions vividly explained the mercenary’s mental journey of ‘shooting for money’—that is, he didn’t think about anything, it was pure instinct.

　　 Taking advantage of not being spotted by the police, Barry and Su Ming quickly found another phone booth. He decided to wait until the matter was over before paying compensation to the London City Government.

　　 Su Ming took off his helmet, took a breath of London-flavored smog, put the coin into the phone, and dialed the call he had previously noted.

　　 "Beep...beep...beep" first there was a waiting tone, and it took more than ten seconds to be picked up: "Hello?"

　　 "Constantin? I need your help~www.NovelMTL.com~ Su Ming said directly.

"No time, but I can give you a suggestion, buy more wine, cure all diseases, and goodbye." A slouchy voice answered him, not knowing where it was, and it kept buzzing. It's like a bunch of flies on the microphone.

　　 "Ten thousand dollars." Su Ming looked at the street blankly.

　　 "Huh? Where are you? I'll pick it up!" Constantine immediately agreed, and Su Ming felt as if he heard the electric sound of saliva falling into the microphone.

　　 "If you don't know where I am, it means you are not good at it, so don't talk about this business." Su Ming wanted to answer too, but the point is that neither he nor Barry are Londoners. The ghost knows where this is.

　　 There was a whistling sound on the other side of the phone, and a crisp lighter flipping sound after a while: "Forget it, I'll be here."

　　 Su Ming directly hung up the phone, walked out of the phone booth, leaned against the wall of the nearby building, buckled his helmet and waited.

　　 After a while, the dark store door beside him suddenly glowed and opened, and a man wearing a brown trench coat and smoking a cigarette came out step by step.

He saw Barry standing on the side of the road at a glance, and immediately lowered his head and squeezed between his eyes: "Wait, what did I see? How can a member of the Justice League come to London to find me, a marginal person? ?"

　　 Barry raised his hand all the way and made a please gesture, motioning for him to look back.

　　 And before Constantine could react, he felt a thick arm hooking his neck and felt his back hit the thick armor.

　　 "After so many hits, haven't you learned to look behind the door?"

　　 A deep voice came from my ear.