[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

What's wrong with this coma

For the Lord of Hell, that's the point.

Constantine gritted his teeth, did not look at Beria, and said to Batman: "The fire of hell can restrain those monsters, and the bullets stained with the fire of hell can destroy those monsters. I can enchant you, which is very..." Simple and quick .

Constantine wanted to say this, but Beria frowned, and cut in: "That will consume your mental strength, and make you have a headache and sleep badly."

"I think an excellent exorcist is used to doing this kind of thing, and he has a full understanding of his physical condition. He knows where his limit is, and he won't take the liberty to overdraw himself."

Constantine looked at Batman and said to himself.

"Jonnie." Beria held Constantine's left hand. On the clasped hands, black flames danced, "This is the fire of hell that I am igniting with glory now, my dear, this is my fire."

Constantine turned his head, his eyes dim, and he said indifferently: "So...?"

"So, I know it better." Beria raised Constantine's left hand, and put his lips on the black pattern on his ring finger, "Let me share a little trick with you."

Outside the Iceberg Club, the black light curtain that had stopped shrinking suddenly spread outward.Between breaths, the light curtain filtered through Gotham's Upper East Side and spread out to other areas.Wherever the light curtain went, the humans affected by the poisonous fear gas fell to the ground and fell into a coma, while those black monsters shrieked and turned into ashes.

Perceiving the power of the light curtain, the monsters were not willing to fight, screaming and vibrating their wings, trying to escape to a place not covered by the light curtain.

Just when the light curtain was about to cover the entire Gotham City, chasing some black monsters who had escaped from Gotham City to the next-door metropolis, the expansion of the light curtain stopped suddenly.

A moment later, the black light curtain suddenly shattered.

In the Iceberg Club, Beria spewed out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard, his body softened, and he closed his eyes and fell on Constantine.

Constantine's eyes widened suddenly.

The hands clasped with Beria were wet, and the black blood dripping with stars dripped from between the fingers.

This is Beria's blood.

Beria's blood.

Constantine's legs went limp, he hugged Beria and fell to the ground.

The nightmare that had stirred the exorcist's brain violently before his eyes -

A sharp blade piercing through the body.

black blood.

Wet hands.

Closed eyes.

Are those dreams, or reality that once happened?

Constantine had a splitting headache, and he couldn't tell.

"John Constantine!" Batman was taken aback when he saw Beria suddenly vomited blood and fainted. He didn't even care about the good news from Alfred.With heavy eyes, he made up his mind: "Take someone, follow me!"

***

With the annihilation and escape of the black monster, the chaos in Gotham did not end.

The Arkham fugitives who were still in the hammer monsters before turned their guns and aimed at the three Gotham policemen who were barely fighting side by side.Oh, and the citizens of Gotham shivering under police protection.

The clown with green weed-like hair grinned his blood-red lips, rubbed his chin with his pistol casually, and showed a terrifyingly bright smile.

"The troublemakers are out, gentlemen and ladies, I'm your entertainment tonight."

The three Gotham policemen stared nervously at the clown who was alone in front of him, but they didn't dare to hold the slightest contempt in their hearts.

The most frightening thing about the clown is not the pistol he got from nowhere, but his contagious crazy thoughts.He is not afraid of death, he only cares about whether his game is fun or not.

This bloody madman.

It's not that no cops didn't want to shoot him at some point, but no cops dared to.

In Gotham's underworld, the Joker has his own power, a dark force the police dare not ignore.The death of the clown will not improve the order of Gotham, it will only make her fall into a more extreme madness.

Just as the police backed away with great concern, sincerely praying that Batman would show up quickly and throw the lunatic back to Arkham, a man walked up behind the Joker and greeted him.

"clown."

The clown raised his eyebrows, and he turned his head, wanting to see who would interrupt his game with such a blank look.

Of course, it's a different matter if that person is Batman.

Walking behind the clown was a young man with short red hair combed neatly behind his head, revealing a full forehead and handsome facial features.The young man's blue-black eyes looked at the clown quietly. Unlike other people's eyes full of fear, he looked at the clown calmly and indifferently, as if he was looking at a real clown with complete contempt.

The clown marveled at the look.He looked at the high-end suit in front of him. At first glance, he looked like the kind of extremely boring upper-class elite, but when he looked closely, he could find the dark river contained in those blue-black eyes.

The clown felt a shudder in his soul.

This is the excitement when meeting the same kind, which makes the clown's hands ready to move, he wants to tear off this pair of human skins, and see what kind of reality is underneath.

He had a hunch that the person in front of him was no less interesting than Batman.

"Wow, wow, wow." The clown praised again and again, his eyes were amazingly bright, "Look at what I've seen!"

The red-haired young man sighed under the clown's scorching gaze, and said slowly, "As expected, I hate clowns the most."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and grabbed the clown's gun hand with lightning speed. With a crisp "click", he directly broke the clown's wrist holding the gun, and pinched the back of the clown's neck with his other hand, smashing his head to the ground.

"boom!"

The clown was face down, and was slapped hard on the road by the red-haired youth.

Gotham Police: "!!!"

"Ha...haha...haha..."

Muffled laughter came, this heavy blow was enough to make an ordinary person concussion and comatose, but it was not enough for a clown whose body had been transformed by chemical reagents.Instead of being unconscious, he laughed out loud in pain.

The red-haired youth pinched the back of the clown's neck and lifted him up from the blood-soaked road.

The bloody clown laughed out of breath, but still said cheerfully: "Honey, you look so charming when you are violent, would you mind telling me your name?"

The red-haired youth gave a "tsk", he grabbed the back of the clown's head, and slapped him into a pool of blood again.

There was a "bang", another sound that made people touch their noses.

To be honest, the red-haired young man in a high-end suit that is either rich or expensive, with a handsome appearance and an elegant and dignified posture, always looks very particular when he beats up a clown. Those who know well know that this is violent Beating up clowns to eliminate harm for the people, those who didn't know thought he was doing some kind of elegant sport, the kind that didn't know it was serious.

The Gotham police officers present were stunned and shocked, forgetting that they should stand up and stop the red-haired youth's attack at this time.

***

Notified Alfred who was in the Batcave, sent Constantine and the comatose Beria to the Batmobile, turned on the autopilot and sent them to Wayne Manor for care. Batman naturally stayed in the city, he needed Send the escaped criminals back to Arkham.

His first target is the Joker.

Every psycho he's thrown into Arkham is destructive, and the Joker is definitely the best of the bunch.

When Batman arrived at the place where the monitor was damaged, he saw ordinary citizens trembling but couldn't hide their excitement, the three Gotham policemen with their mouths open in awe, and squatting elegantly, holding the clown's clown in one hand. The red-haired young man with green algae hair hit the ground violently.

The clown overturned?

The steel-blue eyes behind the black visor widened a little, and what immediately arose in his heart was the exploration and guard against this strange red-haired youth.

Don't look at the abilities that the clown has always shown to Gotham City. Most of the abilities are IQ crimes and human torture. Batman himself once beat the clown to serious injuries and threw him into the Arkham Mental Hospital, but the clown's melee strength is actually not weak.

More often than not, the Joker allowed himself to be severely beaten by Batman, and he seemed to think that time was a good time to pollute Batman's spirit.

Now, the clown, who seems weak and powerless, is being violently attacked by the red-haired youth again and again, either he is powerless to defeat the red-haired youth, or he has the same thoughts about the red-haired youth as Batman, and wants to pollute him.

What kind of people would a clown be interested in?

Potential lunatics, like him.

Thinking of himself and others, no matter what kind, Batman noticed this well-dressed red-haired young man whose mental state was marked with a question mark.

"...Stop." Batman silently landed in front of the clown and the red-haired youth like a real dark monster, he stretched out his hand, trying to force the red-haired youth to let go.However, before Batman's hand touched his wrist, the red-haired youth suddenly raised his eyes, and there was a slight red gleam in those blue-black eyes.

Danger!

Batman's nerves tensed.

Sure enough, the guy who can beat the clown wantonly is not an ordinary person.

Just when Batman was subconsciously on alert and ready to strike at any time, a clear voice came from behind Batman.

"Mia."

The coldness and sharpness faded from the eyes of the red-haired youth in an instant, and his pupils turned into a soft dark blue. He let go of his fingers, and let the coughing and laughing clown fall back into the pool of blood.

"Brucie."

This name made Bruce Batman Wayne, who was dressed in a bat suit, feel tight, but he didn't show the slightest difference in his external performance.He made a wrong step, squatted down next to the fallen clown, and by handcuffing the clown, glanced back, cautiously sized up the person who called to stop the red-haired youth.

Then, it was fine if Batman didn't look, but when he looked back, he lost control of the strength in his hand, clicked, and broke the clown's wrist that was already broken by the red-haired youth.

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#818 The Exorcist who can’t tell the truth from reality at the beginning#

Constantine: Under the influence of drugs, I can't help recalling past memories, and the last part is a hallucination.However, the good Beria fell down as soon as he said he fell down, and shed so much blood, how could this be possible? !What did I do?It must be me, right?

Beria: ... [No, no, I can’t speak for the time being in a coma, but you really didn’t do it, Johnny]

***

Constantine had just been hit by the poisonous fear gas. It was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. He hadn't settled his mood yet, and he hadn't figured out what attitude he should take towards Beria. Beria's downfall directly made him doubt his memory_ (:з」∠)_

Beria doesn't need to pretend to be dizzy, his state is almost at its limit.

This is what everyone expected, absolutely praise hhh