[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

What's wrong with being jealous?

"Master Jason is very smart and energetic." Alfred said politely, "He found the secret passage from the top of the manor to the Bat Cave on the second day after he came to the manor. , teenagers are easily moved by the same dream."

"Of course he's smart." Bruce complained, "At least he's the first kid who got his idea into the tires of the Batmobile and succeeded." It's just that he's not going to pull another minor into his fight against crime now. In his career, even if he is very talented.

Batmobile, oh his poor Batmobile.

Bruce sat up straight, and continued the topic subconsciously cut off because of Jason's presence: "That Constantine, he actually went to the Iceberg Club to apply for a waiter. Damn, it's not a good place."

"In view of the bat darts and safe house you lost before." The old butler's attitude became more stable, "I think it's those people in the Iceberg Club who do 'small business' that should be worried."

"Aff." Bruce's expression gradually became serious, "Those black flames, the so-called hellfire, feel cold, but they can burn anything much faster than ordinary flames."

While the black-haired Constantine was in a coma, Batman stepped on the tip of the knife and did a lot of small experiments.Fire broke out in Crime Alley, and Batman lost a batart and most of his visor.But in the subsequent "physical examination", Batman lost all his test props, including a live mouse.

In half a second, the little white mouse was annihilated in the black flames, leaving no dregs behind.

Regardless of the character of this John Constantine, he is always a dangerous existence.He couldn't let his guard down until he found a way to restrain the fire of hell.

"How's the purchase going?"

"The holy water and holy utensils purchased from the Vatican are already on the plane. Master Bruce, please allow me to express my doubts." The old butler looked at Bruce calmly, "Do you really think that Mr. Constantine will cooperate? Your experiment looks very dangerous?"

"There will be a chance." Bruce said firmly, and tried to appease his housekeeper, "I won't take action against Zatana before she comes over."

Alfred: "..."

Why doesn't he believe it at all.

"Now let's talk about the Iceberg Club." Bruce looked serious, "We can't let that man stay in a gold cave." In other words, we can't give the Penguin any chance to recruit Constantine.

"Master Bruce, I think it's your debt that keeps Mr. Constantine busy making money." The butler hit the nail on the head, "One million dollars is a huge debt for a person who lost everything and came to another world."

"He can come to work at Wayne Group." Bruce Wayne, who is not short of money, decided directly, "Wayne will hold a carnival party at the Iceberg Club."

The Iceberg Club is undoubtedly a money laundering place, but the service there is really top-notch. The one-stop service of restaurants, hotels, casinos and entertainment facilities makes people linger, and those facilities are only open to ordinary people.Bruce Batman Wayne knows better that there is a larger and more extravagant clubhouse underground in the Iceberg Club, which can make people go to heaven and hell at one step.

And that's just a microcosm of the extravagance and corruption of Gotham's upper class.

***

Gotham is such a happy city.

Konstantin, who changed into the uniform of the Iceberg Club waiter in the afternoon of the job application day, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

His resume was obviously very perfunctory, but the head waiter of this restaurant didn't care, and hired him almost at the first sight when he saw Constantine, which made Constantine feel in a trance that the selection criteria here were basically look at the face.

For the sake of salary, after half a day of emergency training, he changed into a standard set of white shirt, black vest, trousers and a black bow tie, and Konstantin was ready to go to work.

The waiters who could be hired by the Iceberg Club all had good looks, but none was more striking than Constantine.Men may find a good-looking homosexual not so pleasing to the eye for some reason or another, but in the eyes of girls, the perfect facial features, which seem to be carefully crafted, and a slightly melancholy and decadent expression can greatly enhance women's perception of the same sex. His greatest affection, even a girl who hates cigarettes finds it very sexy when she sees a black-haired man standing silently in a corner smoking a cigarette.

Thirty percent of the girls want to kiss away the creases unconsciously formed between his brows, and [-]% of the girls want to sleep him well and let him forget his troubles in the extreme pleasure of the body.

Constantine's smile froze. When passing the trash can, he silently took out the pile of small notes with his name and phone number on them.

[I don't like the way they look at you, full of ambition that shouldn't be there. ] In a trance, it seemed that someone grabbed his shoulders, grabbed the pile of small notes with one hand, and threw them mercilessly into the trash can.The man's chin rested on his shoulder, and he said sullenly: [This is an offense. 】

He heard himself laughing, full of jokes and ridicule: 【Jealous? 】

He didn't look back, just raised his hand, and his fingers precisely hooked the man's tie.When he felt that the man lowered his head with his own strength, Constantine turned his head and rubbed his lips on the tip of the man's nose lightly, with a strong tone of malice in his voice, and said in a low voice: [Eat slowly, just enough . 】

[Johnny, dear. ] The man was protesting, 【You can't do this to your fiancé. 】

[It's a boyfriend. ] Constantine corrected.

[A boyfriend who will never break up is anything but a fiance. 】The man emphasized, 【Johnny boy, you can't do this to your fiancé. 】

[... Tsk. 】Konstantin reluctantly suppressed the topic of the divorce rate, which ruined the atmosphere. His boyfriend, um, well, his fiancé is a gentleman with a British temperament and has always been polite, but at certain moments, especially in In front of him, he was able to fully demonstrate what a gentleman can do when his possessiveness is overwhelming.Constantine likes to be close to him, but certain activities should be limited.

It is hard to imagine that this is actually the true thought of Constantine, who has always believed in timely enjoyment. It can only be said that the world is unpredictable.

【All right. 】Konstantin decided to take the initiative to take a step back. Anyway, Mr. Yar behind him will never understand that now Constantine is willing to give some beautiful girls a smile or two in order to "revenge" this Mr. Yar's hard work at night .Of course, there is also a little selfishness mixed in with it.

Constantine turned around and stroked the other's extremely beautiful face with his fingers, but raised his hand to cover the other's mouth when the other party leaned over to ask for a kiss.

【Johnny...】

[Bailey, my dear. 】Konstantin bent his eyes with a smile, 【I think that capable female secretary of yours can go anywhere in New York and San Francisco to open up a branch office, what do you think? 】

Mr. Bailey Yar opened his eyes slightly, obviously aware of something.He chuckled twice under Constantine's palm, and then grabbed the exorcist's palm.He looked deeply into the eyes of the exorcist, kissed his lips gently between the fingers of the exorcist, and said slowly: [Of course, dear, that is exactly the decision I want to make. 】

Well, Mr. Yar is not too slow, remind me, he still has a little self-knowledge.

Immediately, Constantine was pushed against the wall by the other party as usual, and a scorching kiss landed on the corner of his lips and neck.

[Jonnie, you have to know that I never have any human interest... I mean human favor, except you. 】

Constantine blinked, pulling himself away from the memory.He stepped on the pedal of the trash can, poured the small notes in his pocket into it, and watched those small notes were thrown into the trash can along with the fragments of memories from the past.

Now he doesn't need these for the time being.

***

The Iceberg Club is a private entertainment club open 24 hours a day. The waiter work here can be roughly divided into two types: day shift and night shift, and the salary of the day shift is more than twice that of the night shift.

Constantine has never been a naive idiot who lives in an ivory tower and believes in the truth, goodness and beauty of the world. Of course he understands the reason for the extra salary of the night shift.However, as Constantine has always emphasized, he has retired, and justice in the world has never been the scope of Constantine's work, and he has always come early without profit.

He bluntly rejected the suggestion to transfer to the night shift, and the first thing Konstantin did when he returned to the temporary residence was to soak himself in the bathtub.

I haven't done such physical work for a long time. After a day, my back is sore and I just want to lift my body.

Konstantin was lying in the bathtub without any image. He looked at the dense mist on the ceiling of the bathroom, watched the mist slowly condense into water droplets, and then dripped down.

"Clap."

[Patter. 】

[Patter. 】

It's raining.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the tiny raindrops falling from the clouds turned into bean-sized raindrops, crackling on the streets of Los Angeles.

Konstantin, who had just walked out of the bar, let out a low curse, and he took out a lollipop from his pocket.He peeled off the candy wrapper and reluctantly bit the lollipop in his mouth.

He is recently quitting smoking and feels very difficult. When he is addicted to smoking, he uses a lollipop to deal with it, which is better than nothing.

The sweet taste of the orange-flavored hard candy filled his mouth. Konstantin bit the candy and gathered the black windbreaker on his body.Just as he was about to take a taxi home in the rain, a black umbrella slanted over from the side to block the rain falling on Constantine's head.

Immediately, the warm human body temperature stuck to his side, blocking the coldness of Los Angeles in late autumn.

Constantine frowned subconsciously, and blurted out: [Why are you here? 】

[It's raining, Johnny. 】The young man holding an umbrella has an extremely beautiful appearance, dressed in a white high-tailored suit, the man's pure black eyes looked at Constantine gently and helplessly, and said: 【And you, you didn't bring an umbrella. 】

[Jesus Christ, Bailey, you are simply an old mother. 】Konstantin bit the round hard candy in his mouth, and said slightly vaguely: 【It's just a little rain, nothing serious. 】

【Oh, that's why I want to pick you up. ] The man changed his words in a polite manner, 【I hope I can keep my eyes on you, Johnny. 】

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot exorcist who gritted his teeth in his heart#

Constantine: A sweet-talking liar, huh.

Beria: Those are really heartfelt words QAQ

Constantine: Two worlds away, you still dare to harass me with past memories... I won't miss you! ! !

Beria: Well, you miss me, and I miss you too, honey.

Beria, a king of hell who loves to praise his sweetheart with words, compare your heart~

This chapter is actually sugar, serious face.jpg