[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

After saying goodbye to Dick and going back, Wade got a call from the Mets.

"Let's cooperate." Luther persisted on the other end of the phone, "Have you considered it? Let's work together to deal with this group of self-righteous superheroes."

"..." Wade hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again.With the lessons learned from Tony Stark, Wade had to take it this time.

"I don't think your suggestion is very tempting," he said bitterly to Luther, "I'm serious, I can't think of any benefit other than being beaten."

"There are many benefits, and I think you especially need, the kind that is imminent," Luthor said, "I can help you lure Superman to Gotham."

"What good is that to me?" Wade wondered.

"In this way, Batman will be busy with BvS, and have no time to trouble you and your new boyfriend. How about it? Isn't it very attractive?" He has a chance to win, "I read the newspaper, it's very high-profile."

"What are you going to do?" He still wanted to persuade him to return to his lost ways.

The other side hesitated.

"Superman and Batman are rivals," he said. "I can play on Bruce Wayne."

Hopeless.Wade hung up the phone and went to sleep.

……

At midnight, a heart palpitation.

Wade originally thought that he would open his eyes on the soft bed, but in fact, when he suddenly woke up from his sleep, he could smell the smell of soil and even the sound of birdsong, like the sound of elves jumping in the woods .The back of his head was resting on the hard ground, and the weight on his chest made him unable to breathe, making him almost suffocate.He lowered his head slightly, and saw that his body was already covered with blood-red mud, and his still chaotic brain immediately reacted—he was being buried alive.

He raised his head and glanced directly above, and the man with the shovel met his gaze.

Wade: "..."

Constantine dropped the shovel, and Sam next to him took it and said, "Then I'll do it."

"Wait," Wade said, sitting up from the dirt, and the fluffy mud fell from him quickly, "what are you going to do?"

Dean came over with a bucket full of the same mud as his body, and said, "You just lay there, okay?"

"I wonder what happened."

He knew something must have happened, otherwise the other party would not have done this, but what happened?

"You just stay." Constantine pushed him down forcefully, "Otherwise you will die, and you will not be responsible."

Although Wade couldn't figure it out, he still followed what the three said and cooperated very well. After all, the other party had no reason to harm him.But when he lay down and felt the soft touch on his back, he, who had experience in the police academy, immediately realized what was leaning on him, and immediately bounced up like a tumbler, and at the same time yelled, Want to climb out of the pit: "That's—"

This pit is actually two meters deep, which shows their determination to bury him.

"That's right, it's a corpse," said Dean, clutching his chest. "You scared me to death. It's late at night. Can you stop being surprised?"

"Who is scaring whom?!" Wade collapsed, he looked back, this corpse was very familiar, it was the girl in the photo with a dagger in it, and he couldn't believe that he had been lying on her just now , "—Didn't this dagger be taken away by the outlaw group? Where did you get it? And put it back on the corpse?!"

The Winchester brothers looked at Constantine, who smiled, "Sweetheart, magic is omnipotent."

"I suggest you lie down first, don't get emotional, Wade, really don't get excited," Sam stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing to climb up, "Look at yourself."

Wade looked down and almost vomited from nausea.His clothes were still stained with scarlet mud, and there were tiny things writhing in the mud, which were the nematodes he had found before.

"You—" he yelled, shaking his clothes immediately, almost incoherently, "what are you doing!"

"Sam," Dean said, "you explain."

As he spoke, he poured dirt on Wade.

"It's like this," Sam glanced at his brother, sighed, and resigned, "When Dean and I were dealing with Lucifer, we accidentally got news from Xiaoka. He told us about a kind of spring water ..."

"Lazarus spring water." Wade affirmed.

"That's the name," said Sam. "Have you ever heard it?"

Wade thought to himself that he had not only heard of it, but he had even bought the painting that holds the secret of this uncontrollable spring, and only gave it to Dick.

"A few years ago, when a flight arrived, all the passengers lost their breath, but miraculously, they came back alive from the state of corpses and became neither human nor ghost," Constantine said without lighting a cigarette this time. Just take it out, bite it in your mouth, "and it's extremely aggressive. At that time, it was concluded that it was a virus parasitic host, and they were transmitted by worms."

"You mean, Bloodline," Wade said, "I know that too."

It just settled quickly and didn't spread as widely as it should.

"Someone took advantage of these bugs, or transformed them," Constantine looked indifferently under the moonlight, "they were bred in the Lazarus Spring, they crawled into the cemetery to resurrect the dead, and spread madness In the dead, it awakens the thirst for blood, in the living, it makes people lose their minds, it seems that someone wants to turn the world into hell, trying to play a game with us."

Wade looked down at the red soil on his body: "Then what's the use of this? I'm infected?"

"Nearly," Dean said, "the bugs were stuck at your door when we got there, and only a few got in. Someone's targeting you."

"Now?"

"Bug," Dean said, "you're lucky."

"Didn't you see the extrajudicial group?" Wade asked, trying to describe the characteristics of the two, "It's just..."

"I know," Sam added, "that's what they called us, let's go."

Wade's heart tightened: "Where are they?"

"Worry about yourself," Constantine said. "They're good. They made the barrier that protected you until they found you."

Wade breathed a sigh of relief, but the other party's next sentence made his heart lift.

"I was always curious before I came here," the half-evil man who had deceived the devil coughed a few times. Wade almost thought he was coughing up blood, but Constantine just took out the lighter indifferently. He lit the cigarette again, took a deep breath, and continued, "There are two names on Lucifer's list, one is me, and the other—"

Wade subconsciously glanced at Dean.

The cunning man shook his head at him: "Jason Todd, do you know him?"

Wade subconsciously held his breath.

"You know him," Constantine affirmed, "he escaped death from Lucifer just like me."

Wade wanted to change the subject bluntly, and looked at the corpse beside him. She still kept her cheeks rosy, as if she was just asleep.

"When can I come out?"

The worms that appeared in the red soil crawled into the sleeping girl's body, and he subconsciously wanted to check her breathing.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move around," Dean stopped. "She is completely infected, and she is one of the mothers."

Wade withdrew his hand and sat stiffly next to the corpse, allowing Dean to pour mud on him.

"Those bugs, have you solved it?" He suddenly remembered, "You can't get them out."

"Of course," said Dean, and suddenly the green-eyed guy snickered and bumped his brother Sam with the shoulder, "You don't want to know what we did to your floor. "

"What did you do?" He subconsciously asked.

"Just waiting for you to ask," Dean said immediately, with a sly smile, "We will learn from you and make sure nothing goes wrong. At the very moment, we blow up that layer without any risk."

Wade: "..."

Are you serious?

"Not really," Sam comforted. "We just poured petrol on it and set it on fire."

Wade refuses to think about what has become of his home.

After a while, Constantine's cigarette burned to the end, he took a deep breath, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, stepped forward and reached out to Wade, pulled the latter, and lifted him out of the mud pile Pulled out.Wade stood upright, couldn't help but jumped on the spot several times, trying to shake all the mud off, he always felt that something was wrong all over his body.

"Lucifer is angry," he whispered suddenly, in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "a lot of dead people are coming back to life, it's against the rules."

After speaking, he laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that one day, the word "rule" would appear in my dictionary."

"Aren't you afraid of trouble?" Wade couldn't help asking.

Constantine tugged at the collar of his shirt: "Trouble is a necessity in order to achieve some goals."

"You're involved?" Dean said casually, resting the shovel on his elbow.

"Who hasn't?" he said, wiping the lighter cap off and on with his fingers, sparking a few sporadic flames. "Stop probing me, we have business to do now."

"What?" Wade asked subconsciously, he glanced into the pit, "How do we deal with these bugs?"

"I'm going to pull this dagger out," Constantine said, stopping the others from speaking. He walked up to Wade, straightened his collar, put the lighter in his hand, and patted Wade. Pat him on the shoulder, "The moment I pull it out, she will be resurrected. Believe me, this is crazier than any infected person you have ever seen. I said light it up, and you immediately throw the lighter in, no matter what you see What, don't have any hesitation, do you understand?"

"Why me?" Wade wasn't afraid, but compared to Wen Jiashuangsha, he didn't care enough about this aspect. "You have better choices."

Constantine just glanced at him.

"Be confident."

You gain Big Brother's Gaze x1.

Wade laughed dryly and said, "Ready."

Constantine glanced at the Winchester brothers casually: "Do you know where to wait?"

Dean muttered, "I really hate your attitude."

The person he said shrugged indifferently: "Hurry up."

Sam gave him a hand, and the two disappeared into the night, leaving only Wade and Constantine now.The moon was hanging high above his head, Wade looked down at his watch, it was three o'clock in the morning, and it was the coldest time.He can almost see the silver frost and snow accumulated by the leaves above his head, and the chirping of insects and birds is one after another. This is a forest, and under the moonlight, it presents a bright scale with bright colors and contrasting colors, which is oversaturated like a forest. It was a dream, and drops of dew slipped from the densely intertwined branches above his head, just falling on Wade's cheeks, making people shiver uncontrollably from the cold.

"I lied just now," the latter said suddenly, and gave Wade a meaningful look. "You must be wondering why there are not four people. For example, Dean Winchester, Damian Wayne? I Knowing that you know far more than I do, these people are all alive."

Wade was pierced by his lazy but sharp eyes.He lowered his head to avoid his sight, and the moonlight formed a net of the black shadows of the branches above his head, covering him completely.

"You're talking about me," Wade said, "I've died."

He came to this superhero world not in the blink of an eye, but a personal death.

"I'm not interested in delving into your past," Constantine said, irritated by the absence of a cigarette, "but it's a little strange that your life is two years counting down, and you're counting backwards."

Wade said in his heart, you don't know this, I can live with money, but I can't get the law.

……

With a flash in front of his eyes, this fairy tale-like scene suddenly became clear. He found that there were no branches above his head, and the moonlight shone on the two of them without any cover, as bright as day.

"You used magic to trick me?" Wade reacted, no wonder he felt his consciousness drifting away.

Constantine lifted his overlong windbreaker, jumped into the pit, and turned to him, "Let's get started."

He was speechless: "You know that if you ask me directly, I will answer you?"

"Who knows?" Constantine said casually, "After all, few people are honest."

He looked up at the sky, a huge storm was about to sweep, this time, Bruhaven was the battlefield.