[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

In a nearby coffee shop, Fast, Peter, and Hell Detective Mr. Constantine are sitting at a table.

Konstantin tapped his fingers on the table anxiously, because smoking was banned in the cafe, and almost 10 minutes had passed since he entered here.

It's not that Constantine smokes every minute of the day, it's just that if he was banned from smoking, it would make him feel restless and agitated.

Konstantin stuffed one hand into his coat pocket, opened the cigarette case, touched the cigarettes, and felt a little better.

He took a sip of black coffee.

"Fast." Fast held out his hand.

Constantine reached out and shook Fast's hand.

"You know who I am."

"John Constantine, just call me Constantine."

Constantine raised his eyebrows and stared at the hand he withdrew. Just now, when his hand touched Fast's hand, he felt a pure drop feeling, which would not be felt when in contact with normal people. .

This gives Constantine some idea of ​​who Fast is and what he's been through.

Constantine rubbed the stubble on his chin, and asked with interest: "Who is your soul? Satan (Satan)? Mammon (Mammon) or Lucifer (Lucifer)?"

Constantine's words made Fast immediately think of something, but he remained calm and silent.

"Or the guy who is the prototype of your shadow magic?"

Fast shook his head and said, "No."

Seeing that he couldn't get the words out of Faster's mouth, Constantine looked at his watch impatiently, with a somewhat impatient tone.

"Let's talk about anything, the time of Hell Detective is very precious."

The point is, he wants to go out and smoke.

Peter looked at Fast, and Fast didn't tell Peter what he thought, so Peter didn't know what Fast wanted Constantine to help him.

"You know how to make the dead talk." Fast said bluntly. "I need you to make the dead speak again."

Constantine made a helpless expression. "Well...you know, I'm a wizard, and my job is to clean the world of demons, not including returning the dead to the world."

Constantine did not say that he would not, but that his responsibility did not include 'returning the dead to the world', but he did not say that he would not or could not do this.

Constantine is waiting for Fast to make an offer.

Fast understood this, and he was no fool.

"Please rest assured, sir. As long as you help me, you will definitely get what you deserve." Fast.

Constantine crossed one leg, folded his hands on his knees, and tilted his head.

"You know, it's my responsibility and my job to let those things that don't belong to the world go back to where they should be. I don't charge for doing this..."

As he spoke, Constantine broke out into a piercing cough, and his cough was so loud that even the people at the nearby tables couldn't help turning their heads to look at him.

"Sir, are you okay?" Peter asked with some concern.

Konstantin arched his waist and covered his mouth with a tissue and coughed. He gestured with one hand that he was okay. He slowly sat up straight and threw away the tissue that covered his mouth. The tissue was soaked in blood.

Constantine swallowed the blood in his throat, but the pain did not ease. He crumpled the tissue and threw it into the trash can with no expression on his face.

Constantine raised his head, his expression was almost the same as before, but his voice was hoarse. "But what you're talking about is outside my scope of work. I get paid for it and that's reasonable."

"I need some more tangible rewards, not just a verbal statement from you." Constantine took a sip of coffee, and the warm coffee rolled down his throat, causing a sting.

Constantine knew that his illness was gaining weight again.

If it was before, Constantine would be very happy to let Fast owe a favor, because favors are far more useful than those so-called rewards.

But now, his life is running out, and he will go to hell after his death. It is impossible for those guys in the world who owe him favors to pay back their favors.

He sold his soul to Lucifer for some reason, and he is bound to go to hell when he dies.

What is waiting for him in hell?Of course, it was the revenge of those demons who were sent to hell by their own hands.

Therefore, he should enjoy himself in time, even if he has not given up any desire to survive.

Fast stared at the coffee cup for a while, then raised his head and asked, "What do they give you when someone asks you to do something?"

"Magic spices, gems with attributes, props, etc. But most people choose to owe me a favor, but now, favors are forbidden, I don't need those things anymore."

It costs a lot to ask Constantine for help, and he generally looks down on ordinary and worldly things.

He prefers people to owe him a favor, and those who can't pay the price can only choose to owe Constantine a favor.

"Since I'm about to die in hell and lick the asses of demons, it's useless to keep favors in the world. It's better to have something more real." Constantine said casually.

He pulled a cigarette from the pack and rolled it between his fingers.

He took out the lighter and lit the cigarette, and immediately remembered that smoking is not allowed in the coffee shop. He cursed in a low voice, quickly extinguished the cigarette, crushed the Sika cigarette, and threw it into the trash can.

He was struggling to control his urge to smoke.

Fast stirred the coffee with a small spoon, and he picked up the cup and took a sip. "What if I can save you from dying and licking the devil's ass in hell?"

Constantine paused. "You have a way?"

Not long ago, he viciously kicked the ass of Satan, the first fallen, and spoke elegant and easy-going words to Satan.

After Satan returned to hell, he immediately announced that Constantine's soul belonged to him and hell, and even heaven knew about it.

Constantine had even gone to seek help from Gabriel, that damned, petty angel, telling him haughtily.

No one in heaven can help him.

Constantine was at a loss, he asked all his 'friends', or those unfamiliar leaders in the magic world, even the supreme mage Gu Yi who was far away in the Himalayas, he also visited.

But no one can help him. Everyone thinks that the wizard Constantine, who has survived countless near-deaths, will not survive this catastrophe, including Constantine himself.

Now, a guy in his early 20s who also sold his soul to the devil told himself he could help him.

Can Constantine believe it?

Naturally, he didn't believe it, but he would wonder why Fast dared to say that.

Constantine hid the suspicion in his eyes and showed a serious expression. "Can you really help me?"

Fast knew that Constantine didn't believe it, and he just went through Constantine's related stories in the system.

Now Constantine is obviously at the stage of having cancer but has not yet figured out a way. Constantine's life will allow him to survive this time and make him an undead mage.

What Fast needs to do is to provide Constantine with a solution before Constantine comes up with a solution.

Fast glanced at Constantine, and said in a flat tone: "Your soul is still in your body, and your soul is still clean without any contract. It's just that Satan declares that your soul belongs to him."

"Then just transfer your soul before you die, or hide it in a place where Lucifer can't find it, wouldn't it be fine?"

"And I happen to be able to provide that kind of place." Fast showed a smile.

Constantine raised his head and stared at Fast's face. There was a sure-fire smile on that face. He knew what Constantine needed most at this moment.

And Fast's words are half true and half false.

Because of the mixed truth and falsehood, it is even more difficult for Constantine to guess what Fast said is true and what is false.

"As the devil said, how many days do you have left? Three days or a week? If you could solve this problem, you would have solved it long ago. You can't." Fast's voice was soft and casual, just It's like talking about something irrelevant.

Yes, this matter is indeed irrelevant to Fast.

After all, what Fast was talking about was not his life, and it was not his turn to worry about it.

And even if Constantine doesn't help him, there are many mages in this world who can make the dead speak.

"If you help me, I will help you. Even if you don't believe me, you should take a gamble, since you really don't have much time."

Constantine squinted his eyes, and he looked at Fast inch by inch. Fast fiddled with the silver spoon leisurely, with a natural expression but did not reveal any psychological flaws.

Constantine's brain was spinning extremely fast, thinking about the information that the two currently know about each other.

Fast took advantage of all Constantine's weaknesses, including Constantine's identity, past, and abilities.

He even knew that the demon holding his soul was Satan, one of the lords of hell.

And Constantine knew very little information about Fast.

Except that Fast is a user of shadow magic—

Constantine wasn't even sure if Fast was a wizard, he didn't have any mana fluctuations when he summoned the shadow.

Secondly, Fast's soul also has a strong binding force, and his soul was sold to a guy with good strength.

And when Constantine asked which demon held Fast's soul, Fast's answer was, no.

In other words, Fast's soul is not in the hands of the devil.

He had never even heard of Fast, shadow magic had been lost for centuries.

They know each other's intelligence is not equal.

In this game of information, Constantine lost the upper hand.

Constantine has no choice, he can only believe in Fast and help Fast.

So after thinking about the pros and cons, Constantine put on a frivolous smile on his face. "Of course, we're all helping humanity, and I'll help you."

Before Fast could speak, Peter nodded first. "Yes, we all serve humanity." Peter didn't understand Fast and Constantine's esoteric topics about the soul.

But Peter knew that Fast sought Constantine's help, and now Constantine let go.

Fast glanced at Peter lightly, but didn't speak.

Constantine kept the smile on his face, and a light flashed across his eyes quickly.

"I see you are investigating the corpse in the morgue, are you the police?" Constantine asked seemingly unintentionally.

Peter scratched his head. "Well... almost." Peter knew that his superhero identity could not be revealed at will.

Constantine parted his lips and smiled, and he asked curiously, "I don't know if I can ask, is the female corpse involved in any case?"

Just as Peter was about to speak, Fast reached out and slapped Peter quickly, and Peter immediately shut up.

If Peter Parker continued to talk, he would be wiped out by Constantine.

Fast pursed his lips and smiled. "Sorry, some confidentiality is involved and we will not announce it."

Constantine nodded in understanding, but he already had a rough guess about the identities of Fast and Peter.

First of all, both of them are human beings, and secondly, they are similar to police officers, but they are definitely not police officers, so they may be vigilantes or heroes.

"Since I have decided to help you, I wish our cooperation a complete success." Constantine stretched out his hand to Fast, with a careless smile on his face. Sincerity was not in his expression, but in his eyes. in the eyes.

"I will help you make the dead man speak, and you will help me get off Lucifer's list. Now that things have happened, I have no choice but to choose to trust you."

"Be a loyal friend to me."

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Try the small law and bat of the projectile au.

Title, New Danganronpa: Goodbye Hope's Peak Academy Desperate Incident

Fast, the super-high school-level despair, was originally a super-high school-level pianist, but he became a super-high school-level despair after watching the despair films of the previous generation and experiencing despair.Planned this desperate incident, in order to allow myself to experience the killing game perfectly and return to despair, I erased my memory on my own, and appeared as a super high school-level fraudster.

Bat, a detective at the super high school level, you can tell immediately that the bat must be the protagonist, not only the detective, the title of the multi-fighter at the super high school level seems to have been awarded to the bat, but he himself prefers to use the detective.

Dick, a super high school level acrobat.Ah Fu, super high school level housekeeper.Clark, a reporter at the super high school level.Spider-Man, a super high school-level engineering man.Zha Kang, a super high school level mage.

All in all, Fast, who didn't know that he was desperate in a super high school, got confused with the bat. The two teamed up to solve the case and personally destroyed all the desperate events that he designed.After regaining his memory, Fast stared at the ruins of despair and was in a daze. Forget it, fuck it, sticking with bats is more important.