A retired magician raises a bucket daily

All kinds of gorgeous magic tricks were thrown at him like overwhelming. Reid threw a few gems from his arms. The moment the beautifully colored stones fell on the ground, it seemed that there were invisible threads connecting them in the air.The magic fell in front of him, blocked by an invisible barrier.

There are 4 minutes left.Reed's fingers twitched.

There was a dull sound of knocking down behind them. As soon as the magic circles were activated, Batman, Robin, and Red Hood reacted quickly and dodged to see them defeat one by one.

Reed didn't look back at them. The clock ticking backwards was ticking away every second. The clown seemed to realize something and took a step back. The vigilant men in black robes on both sides immediately blocked the clown behind him.

He is going to escape.Reed checked the time, and things got trickier after zero.

The enhanced magic covered his whole body, as if a storm appeared under his feet, and the hem of his clothes was blown upside down. At this moment, a few gemstones couldn't resist the violent attack, and they shattered. The moment the barrier disappeared, Reid turned his head to hide The magic trick that came straight to his door was opened, and his black hood was blown off by the strong wind, revealing the clean browbones and bright amber eyes underneath, and the black half-length curly hair was tied into a bundle behind his head, blown by the wind. raised.

This group of people seems to have tattooed their usual magic arrays on their bodies, so that they can be activated at any time, but those are not very lethal to Reid.Realizing this, the people in black robes immediately changed their attack methods, and they tried to attack with other magic that could restrain Reed more.

But their singing was too slow, and they couldn't keep up with Reed's speed.

A bullet precisely grazed Reed's collar, knocking down a man in black in front of him to the ground.At the same time, Reed moved, and his figure almost turned into a black afterimage in the air, chasing the clown.

The ridiculous man with green hair threw the knife in his hand towards Reed, then turned around and ran away neatly.He didn't get along well with that demon, so that he was a little out of shape these two days. Although he had never seen Reed, this person always seemed to make him feel uncomfortable. He physically resisted this magician.

This is not a good thing.The Joker trusts his instincts.

Let's run away first, we can still play with the bats, but the magic side?He can't handle this now.

As soon as this idea came out of his mind, the clown felt a huge pressure appear from the back of his head, a cold hand was pressed on his head, he was bent down by that force, and then the whole body His body was pushed down to the ground, and his forehead hit the concrete floor hard.

"You're not gentle." The clown complained dissatisfiedly, but his hand remained motionless like a boulder.

"Get out!" Reed growled, a golden light glowed between his fingers, ignoring all obstacles, and directly plunged into the clown's body.

The clown's body squirmed, and it hurt.Even someone like him who can still laugh after Batman broke more than a dozen bones has to admit that it really hurts.

It was as if the soul was being pulled, torn into several pieces, and separated from his body bit by bit. The source of the pain was inside the body, deep in the spirit.

The Joker briefly lost consciousness for a few seconds, but soon, his powerful self-control forced himself to wake up.

Although he couldn't lift his body, he could barely turn his head to prevent his nose from being scratched by the rough concrete floor. The clown vaguely saw that the magician was holding a ball of dark substance in his hand.

"Oh, bad." He said in a voice only he could hear.

The powerful magician directly pulled the demon out of his body.

Reed was holding a wad of... something that didn't feel all that good in the hand.

With 2 minutes left, Reed glanced at the clock and pressed Constantine's phone with his other hand.

The demon shrunk into a small ball and rolled in his hands, it looked a little cute, but he knew that once the zero point passed, the demon would return to its original appearance, and at that time, the demon could temporarily There is no need for a parasitic body, and the scene will get out of hand at that time-especially when there are so many followers of it at the scene.

Constantine answered the phone quickly, perhaps because the consequences this time could be very serious.

"Turn to a video call!" Constantine said on the other end.

During the day, Weber taught him how to use the video phone, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now. Reed frantically switched and asked, "Are you sure it's really possible?"

The picture of Constantine rolling his eyes happened to appear on the screen of the phone, "Who else can you trust if you don't believe me?"

"The main reason is that you have too many previous convictions!" Reed pointed the camera at the devil and turned on the hands-free.

Jason, who had just finished dealing with the remaining men in black, saw this scene: "..."

My lord, times have changed.

Constantine took a deep breath and began to chant the incantation.

As he gradually accelerated the speed of speech, the demon rose into the air from Reed's hand, and a circle of black flames ignited from below, directly wrapping the demon in it.He wants to forcibly condemn the demon back to hell, first of all he has to burn his contract with the world.

The demon twisted in pain, expanded and then shrunk, repeatedly. Its voice was thick and hoarse, and it said angrily in a tone of gnashing teeth, "Konstantin! You, how dare you!"

10 seconds left.

This string of incantations was very long, and Reed looked at the clock, his face becoming uneasy.

It's too late.

The demon was already roaring and roaring, its shape was getting bigger, the black smoke was pulling, and a human figure more than two meters tall could be vaguely seen.

It was burned in pain by the black flames, its atomized limbs pressed against its head, and cracks were burned on its body. It roared, "Konstantin! I will kill you! Wait until I kill Beelzebub and Lu Xifa, the next one is you—"

Its screams turned into a sharp bunch, piercing into the ears like needles, and the eyes of several humans present were turned black by the sound.

But the demon's body finally couldn't hold it anymore, the black flame shrank into a very small point, and it was burned into a wisp of green smoke.At the same time, the hands of the wall clock reached zero o'clock, the pendulum swayed and began to make a heavy "clang" sound.

Reed lowered his hands and let out a breath, and the men in black robes around him were completely beaten to the ground.At this time, it can be shown that as long as they have learned a little physical skills, they will not be so humiliated by being beaten.

Running a cult in Gotham will not end well. After all, the criminals in Gotham are so xenophobic. Reed has reason to believe that there can only be one cult in Gotham, and that is the Batman Cult - whose members are Arkham. Resident population of Madhouse and Blackgate Prison.

Oh yes, Batman... Reid turned his head to meet Batman's dark gaze.

Constantine was still talking on the phone, "Come on, fuck, it's so long, I almost bit my tongue."

"Reed Tranbellio," Constantine said across the screen, "don't forget, you owe me twice now—"

Reed hung up the phone and looked at the few people present with embarrassment.

"Why are you here?"

"What's your purpose?"

"TT, is this the magic side of you?"

The above questions are all from Red Hood, Batman and Robin, who have no tacit understanding and tacit understanding at the same time.

Reed: "..."

"I can explain."

Ah, is this the Shura field?

Reed uncontrollably thought of a classic scene described by one of his students from Toyo.

"You can't handle the devil's affairs, and Constantine has been sent out again. I'm the only one who knows their plan and can come here in time."

"If you say to use a mobile phone to remotely save people, who can't?" Robin laughed.

"I mean separate the devil from the clown," Reed said, holding his forehead, "God, are you going to watch hell burn the clown as well?"

Reed pointed to the back, where the clown was lying, but when he turned his head, he found that there were only sporadic bloodstains left on the ground.

Where's the clown? !

All his attention was on the devil just now, and he didn't pay attention to what was going on with the clown. Why did he slip away after only a short while?

Reed glared at the few vigilantes present with hatred, so many pairs of eyes failed to catch the clown, I am very disappointed in you!

Batman: "..."

Robin rolled his eyes.

Red Hood...Jason covered his face with the Red Hood.

"Draper, did you see the clown?" Reed asked in a low voice.

There is only a slight electrical sound in the earphones.

Parking location at Reid.Tim Drake is floating in the air...no, actually being lifted in the air by another person.

"Put me down, Connor!"

Timson, in his Red Robin uniform, said without love.

"When are you coming back, Timmy?" the Kryptonian asked him, holding Red Robin in his arms as before, "I'm not going to deal with Jonathan."

I do not know either!Tim struggled silently. He couldn't move under the restraint of the Kryptonian's steel body, so he could only half-threatening and half-coaxing, "I'll go back after finishing the matter at hand. Now that you're here, take me to that warehouse, right?" waiting for me."

"Put me down when you get nearby, and don't let B find you."

The Kryptonian nodded silently.

Batman and Robin decided to tie up the men in black at the scene first, and interrogate them one by one after they woke up.

Before coming here, Batman had already bought this warehouse and several abandoned buildings around it in the name of the Wayne Group, and no matter what he wanted to do next, he could ensure that there would be no idlers.

He has an indescribable twist about Reed's existence. He knows Constantine. Although the third-rate exorcist is always acting like a fool, he will occasionally do some good things when it matters— -Occasionally.

He will explain to Reed that they are on the same front for the time being.

"I'll get in touch with Constantine, but you can't leave just yet," Batman said.

"..." Reed thought, that's okay, he still has to live in Gotham for two years anyway, being targeted by Batman is not a good thing, just take this opportunity to clarify things, let Be wary of themselves.

He doesn't have much interest in starting his second side job, becoming a superhero, and doing good deeds every day is fine, but this time it's mainly because of the curse on Jason....

Next time, Reed told himself, he would never meddle in his own business.

A red youth ran outside the warehouse, he was wearing another red uniform, "B, how's the situation?"

"The clown is gone."

Red Robin hesitated for a moment, probably because he looked around and combined what he saw before. Like Reed, he didn't want to understand how so many people let the clown escape. He missed so much without looking at it for a few minutes. , "ok, let me investigate."

He winked at his partner outside, knowing that Connor could see and hear what was going on inside, and the Joker wouldn't go too far in such a short time.

Reed thought Red Robin just looked familiar, but as soon as he spoke, Reed realized.

Those blue eyes that were calm and desperate for sleep, this listless floppy hair, that muscular body that wasn't muscular - it was you, Draper!

Then he figured everything out.

You Batmen are liars!

"Reed," Jason called out to him.

The magician looked at Little Liar No. 1 expressionlessly. The other person's expression was completely blocked by the hood. Reed thought he wasn't good enough to see through, so he didn't understand what he meant.

But the sense of grievance that came late after a few days suddenly surged up.

You lied to me, left without saying goodbye, disappeared without leaving a message...you even kissed me in the middle of the night for no reason, without any explanation.

Reed let out a cold syllable from his nasal cavity, and avoided looking at him, as if there was some shocking secret on the concrete floor that he needed to unravel, staring intently at it.

"You're hurt," Jason said dryly.

"No." Reed thought to himself, those third-rate heretical magicians are not capable enough to hurt him.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly went dark, and a man with a smell of gunpowder approached him.

Reed subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but on second thought, didn't that mean he was afraid?

So his feet stepped on the ground without moving.

Jason took off his tactical gloves, and his warm palms directly touched the edge of Reed's jaw, and raised his head a little.

There was a tiny bloodstain on Reed's side face, which was cut open by the knife thrown by the clown, and it was particularly dazzling under the cover of fair skin.

Sensing that the Red Hood wasn't very happy, Reed repeated, this time in a definite tone, "You're hurt."

Reed: "..."

The magician glanced at him, only to feel a slight pain belatedly, "It will be fine in a while."

He said uncomfortably, but Scarlet climbed to the tip of his ear.

He thought angrily in his heart, forgive you.