American manga: Batman after graduating from the madhouse
Chapter 49 Constantine
Superheroes often have their own justice and responsibility. While they have powerful abilities, they also have to bear the heavy burden of their own abilities day and night.
This struggle between power and responsibility is the central tension in superhero comic stories, and what makes their stories so compelling.
But there are always exceptions.
On this day, a man wearing a shabby jacket and holding cheap cigarettes returned to the dilapidated rental house drunk with vodka. He fumbled to turn on the light, but there was a man in black armor sitting on the sofa.
"Constantine?" Jason asked.
Yes, he is Constantine.
A scum.
Constantine completely ignores the so-called superhero code of conduct. He is eccentric and relies entirely on his own preferences without rules or goals.There is no justice and morality in his world, only one's own interests and survival are the most important.
But Jason knew that beneath the appearance of the decadent middle-aged man in front of him was the most powerful magician in the DC universe.
Unlike most superheroes who rely on force points to fight, although Constantine is set to be one of the most powerful wizards in DC, he actually does not tend to rely solely on magic to fight.
When dealing with enemies, he will more often rely on sufficient preparation and strategy to win.In order to deal with an enemy, he can prepare for several years, learn the corresponding ancient language, and collect special props and spells.
His colleague Batman is also good at this, but when it comes to converting theory into actual operation, he is not as effective as Zha Kang with the blessing of magic.
Just like Batman, DC has never set a clear numerical value for his abilities, which also gives the writers ample freedom to conceive their stories.
In most cases, Zha Kang is likely to be headshot by the gangster K on the street, but in fact, if he is given enough preparation time, he can defeat any opponent in the DC universe.
This sloppy mage is eloquent and eloquent. He can trick the devils in hell into drinking holy water with just one mouth, and deceive the devils who are known for their cunning into turning around.
Like most heroes with distinctive personalities, Constantine's label is "scum."His vast network of contacts is also a resource he often uses. When faced with a crisis, he always runs around, mobilizing friends and even enemies to act together.
For strangers, he prefers to persuade, induce, or even coax. For friends and relatives, he always helps and asks for help with a condescending attitude.
Seriously speaking, Constantine is a man without a conscience.He doesn't care and doesn't distinguish between good and evil. Regardless of angels, demons, or human friends, they are just available resources and pawns selected to complete the goal.On the entire chessboard, except myself as the king, everyone else can be easily discarded.
As Constantine gained power, he also lost all qualities that made him friends with others.
He hates himself and the whole world. He spurns the hypocrisy of heaven and hates the chaos and disorder of hell.
The reason why he continues to indulge in tobacco and alcohol, to be cynical all the time, and to do all kinds of bad things is just to vent his strong dissatisfaction with the world that has taken him in.
"Hey! Man! Why are you dressing yourself up like a stupid bat?"
Constantine walked into the rental house drunk.
"You should respect the person who got you out of that damn mental hospital." Jason said lightly.
"Come on, man! You must want me to do something for you again, right? No problem, but you have to pay me some money first."
Constantine stumbled and fell on the carpet, and simply lay there.
"I want you to resurrect someone."
"Who?"
"Superman."
puff!Constantine took a sip of wine.
"Superman is dead again???" Constantine was half awake from the wine.
The last time Superman's death directly led to Darkseid's invasion, this time he died again, who knows what will happen to the earth.
"Pretty much, his clone is dead."
Jason said calmly.
"Harm, what did I think... A clone will die if he dies... He must not be sacrificed like this!"
Constantine's dark muzzle changed instantly.
"OK, OK! You win. Put the fucking gun down."
Constantine took another cigarette in his mouth. To be honest, he was really good-looking. He looked like a melancholic uncle-type handsome guy when he was smoking a cigarette. Unfortunately, his eyes were too obscene and he also had an open mouth.
"I can indeed resurrect him, but I need a lot of materials..." Constantine opened his mouth as soon as his eyes rolled.
"No, you don't have to. By the way, I learned my psychology from Batman. If you want to get beaten, you can keep lying." Jason put away his guns.
"Okay, then what is my reward?" At this time, Constantine stopped pretending. The man in front of him didn't look easy to fool at all, which made Constantine a little regretful.
"This." Jason pointed to his magic pupil, which was still emitting a faint blue light, and several clouds of gray mist could be vaguely seen flowing in the pupils.
"Demon pupil? Seven deadly sins? This thing is not worth money..."
"But it's very useful, isn't it? Especially in your hands, the Lords of Hell who are chasing you will probably like these things very much." Jason interrupted.
"Okay, okay, you win, but this thing will make people corrupt, so don't worry..."
"I have no worries about you. If there is only one person on earth who is immune to its magic, it is you, Constantine, because you are already the scum of scum, and there is no more filth that can corrupt you. You have no room for retreat." Jason said unceremoniously.
"Okay, okay, bat-headed psychopath, you really understand me..." Constantine spread his hands, "But you're not wrong." He laughed.
"But you don't know me, Constantine. If you knew me well enough, you would stop being clever..."
"Chengchengcheng, you win, Mr. Savior."
"You know me?"
"Of course, it's not like I don't read newspapers. The Arkham Knight and Luthor and others saved the world. Ha, you also killed a person in front of those idiots from the Justice League. Well done, man! I really want to see it. Look at Batman's face at that time..."
"Enough chatting, Mr. Constantine, let's get started."
This struggle between power and responsibility is the central tension in superhero comic stories, and what makes their stories so compelling.
But there are always exceptions.
On this day, a man wearing a shabby jacket and holding cheap cigarettes returned to the dilapidated rental house drunk with vodka. He fumbled to turn on the light, but there was a man in black armor sitting on the sofa.
"Constantine?" Jason asked.
Yes, he is Constantine.
A scum.
Constantine completely ignores the so-called superhero code of conduct. He is eccentric and relies entirely on his own preferences without rules or goals.There is no justice and morality in his world, only one's own interests and survival are the most important.
But Jason knew that beneath the appearance of the decadent middle-aged man in front of him was the most powerful magician in the DC universe.
Unlike most superheroes who rely on force points to fight, although Constantine is set to be one of the most powerful wizards in DC, he actually does not tend to rely solely on magic to fight.
When dealing with enemies, he will more often rely on sufficient preparation and strategy to win.In order to deal with an enemy, he can prepare for several years, learn the corresponding ancient language, and collect special props and spells.
His colleague Batman is also good at this, but when it comes to converting theory into actual operation, he is not as effective as Zha Kang with the blessing of magic.
Just like Batman, DC has never set a clear numerical value for his abilities, which also gives the writers ample freedom to conceive their stories.
In most cases, Zha Kang is likely to be headshot by the gangster K on the street, but in fact, if he is given enough preparation time, he can defeat any opponent in the DC universe.
This sloppy mage is eloquent and eloquent. He can trick the devils in hell into drinking holy water with just one mouth, and deceive the devils who are known for their cunning into turning around.
Like most heroes with distinctive personalities, Constantine's label is "scum."His vast network of contacts is also a resource he often uses. When faced with a crisis, he always runs around, mobilizing friends and even enemies to act together.
For strangers, he prefers to persuade, induce, or even coax. For friends and relatives, he always helps and asks for help with a condescending attitude.
Seriously speaking, Constantine is a man without a conscience.He doesn't care and doesn't distinguish between good and evil. Regardless of angels, demons, or human friends, they are just available resources and pawns selected to complete the goal.On the entire chessboard, except myself as the king, everyone else can be easily discarded.
As Constantine gained power, he also lost all qualities that made him friends with others.
He hates himself and the whole world. He spurns the hypocrisy of heaven and hates the chaos and disorder of hell.
The reason why he continues to indulge in tobacco and alcohol, to be cynical all the time, and to do all kinds of bad things is just to vent his strong dissatisfaction with the world that has taken him in.
"Hey! Man! Why are you dressing yourself up like a stupid bat?"
Constantine walked into the rental house drunk.
"You should respect the person who got you out of that damn mental hospital." Jason said lightly.
"Come on, man! You must want me to do something for you again, right? No problem, but you have to pay me some money first."
Constantine stumbled and fell on the carpet, and simply lay there.
"I want you to resurrect someone."
"Who?"
"Superman."
puff!Constantine took a sip of wine.
"Superman is dead again???" Constantine was half awake from the wine.
The last time Superman's death directly led to Darkseid's invasion, this time he died again, who knows what will happen to the earth.
"Pretty much, his clone is dead."
Jason said calmly.
"Harm, what did I think... A clone will die if he dies... He must not be sacrificed like this!"
Constantine's dark muzzle changed instantly.
"OK, OK! You win. Put the fucking gun down."
Constantine took another cigarette in his mouth. To be honest, he was really good-looking. He looked like a melancholic uncle-type handsome guy when he was smoking a cigarette. Unfortunately, his eyes were too obscene and he also had an open mouth.
"I can indeed resurrect him, but I need a lot of materials..." Constantine opened his mouth as soon as his eyes rolled.
"No, you don't have to. By the way, I learned my psychology from Batman. If you want to get beaten, you can keep lying." Jason put away his guns.
"Okay, then what is my reward?" At this time, Constantine stopped pretending. The man in front of him didn't look easy to fool at all, which made Constantine a little regretful.
"This." Jason pointed to his magic pupil, which was still emitting a faint blue light, and several clouds of gray mist could be vaguely seen flowing in the pupils.
"Demon pupil? Seven deadly sins? This thing is not worth money..."
"But it's very useful, isn't it? Especially in your hands, the Lords of Hell who are chasing you will probably like these things very much." Jason interrupted.
"Okay, okay, you win, but this thing will make people corrupt, so don't worry..."
"I have no worries about you. If there is only one person on earth who is immune to its magic, it is you, Constantine, because you are already the scum of scum, and there is no more filth that can corrupt you. You have no room for retreat." Jason said unceremoniously.
"Okay, okay, bat-headed psychopath, you really understand me..." Constantine spread his hands, "But you're not wrong." He laughed.
"But you don't know me, Constantine. If you knew me well enough, you would stop being clever..."
"Chengchengcheng, you win, Mr. Savior."
"You know me?"
"Of course, it's not like I don't read newspapers. The Arkham Knight and Luthor and others saved the world. Ha, you also killed a person in front of those idiots from the Justice League. Well done, man! I really want to see it. Look at Batman's face at that time..."
"Enough chatting, Mr. Constantine, let's get started."
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