After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda walked out the back door of the TV station building. Crowley was leaning against the wall, but when he saw her coming out, he immediately stood up straight.

"What do you want from me?" Hilda closed the back door.

"Cough," Aziraphale coughed softly, stood up and said to Hilda, "something happened unexpectedly, due to the tight schedule..."

"We urgently need to find the Anti-Christ." Crowley stepped forward, his voice hoarse.

"Okay." Hilda nodded, reaching out to Crowley.

The devil had a bad premonition, and he pretended to be stupid: "...what do you mean?"

She smiled: "Didn't you agree to trade with the mother box? What about the mother box?"

Aziraphale: "…"

Crowley: "..."

——Bad premonition!Come true!

Crowley: "Actually, there was a little accident...we didn't succeed in getting the mother box according to the original arrangement. Such an important treasure as a box, of course, also requires strong strength."

While talking, he observed Hilda's expression, as if he wanted to use this to determine whether the other party believed him or not—unfortunately, Hilda folded her arms with a deadpan face, and it was really impossible to tell whether she believed him or not.

"Are you trying to be a white wolf with nothing?" She asked back.

"How could that be!" Crowley immediately denied, "Am I that kind of person? We demons are the most particular about fair trade! Although I am weak and cannot bring you the mother box, I know that for a powerful person like you What people lack is not the ability to get the mother box at all, but the opportunity to find the mother box, and I just can provide such an opportunity. Of course, for the sake of fairness, we will never ask you to fight against the anti-Christ Take full responsibility for the matter, as long as there is equal information on the location of the Anti-Christ."

——When they find the Anti-Christ, they will bypass the superheroes, and either get things back on track, or beg Hilda again, um...let him think, besides the mother box, there are still what babyThe Lance of Longinus?Holy Trident?Lantern ring?Thor's Hammer?

"You just need to tell us where the Anti-Christ is," he deliberately lowered his voice, using the tone he used when he tempted Eve to eat the fruit of wisdom tens of thousands of years ago, "we will take you to the place where the mother box is located , to help you get the mother box—”

Hilda laughed: "It sounds like you are at a disadvantage."

"Disadvantaged? No, no, no," the devil saluted gracefully, "This is just to express our respect for the noble Lord of the Earth."

Hilda lowered her eyes and thought for a while: "... yes."

Hilda felt the pulsation of the land under her feet, and the whole planet ran smoothly under her feet.She has been on the earth for so long, but this is the first time she has taken the initiative to deeply experience everything that happened on this planet.

Her consciousness extended downward and continued to deepen until the secrets buried deep under the surface, and she couldn't help hovering for a while.

Aziraphale has been paying attention to her. Seeing her expression at this moment, he couldn't help whispering: "I'm sorry, it's difficult to search for a person on the whole earth. Uh, do I need some auxiliary tools? I must say brain waves Enhancer..."

"I know there's a brain wave enhancer in New York," Crowley said. "It seems to be in the hands of the leader of the mutants—what's his name."

"Mr. Charles Xavier."

"Yes, that's right," the red-haired devil nodded and looked at Hilda, "Do you need it? If so, I can go... borrow this—"

"Shut up." Hilda didn't bother to open her eyes, and raised her hand to signal Crowley to silence. Her consciousness finally pulled away from the center of the earth and turned to the surface, feeling the "unusual" people on this planet.

When those densely packed highlighted characters were marked on her earth, she couldn't help but thump in her heart when she was used to seeing big scenes.

——? ? ?Why are there so many weird people? ! ?

She had to distinguish those highlighted characters according to the type of energy. After searching around, she finally found the guy with the same source of power as Crowley, and excluded those with impure energy or lower power than Crowley. Only two notable targets remained.

She opened her eyes: "Two candidates, I'm not sure who is the one you need to find."

Crowley blinked, and was very satisfied with the result in his heart: "Two? That's just right, the angel and I can completely act separately, and each of us will find one, and we will definitely find the Anti-Christ."

"Very good." Hilda nodded, and didn't care much about the follow-up matters - I just glanced at it briefly, and there are too many people who are stronger than the Anti-Christ. Will the end of the world be able to be opened smoothly? It's all a question.

"Two people, one in the south of England..." She thought for a moment, took out her phone and glanced at the map of England, "Oxfordshire... the small town of Tadfield. This is more likely to be the Anti-Christ you are looking for, As for the other man whose power is yours—"

She raised her head: "——in Los Angeles, USA."

"Superman." Bruce Wayne raised his eyebrows, staring at the Kryptonian in the red and blue uniform who knocked on the window politely, with a delicate expression, and finally pushed the window open, beckoning him to come in, "I assume you know there is another A more formal way of visiting."

"Then maybe we'll be on the front page of the Gotham tabloids tomorrow, Mr. Wayne." Superman replied, "Trust me, you won't like those reporters on the entertainment page."

"...so," Mr. Wayne changed his sitting position and observed him critically, "what's your business in Wayne Manor?"

"For the League of Super Heroes," the Kryptonian confessed.

"Oh, I know about it." Bruce Wayne blinked, "Hilda's idea, to be honest, I'm not very interested in this idea, it's all about satisfying my little girlfriend's request—"

"I guess Batman has the same attitude." Superman whispered.

"Oh, that's not true," Bruce smiled. "He's a little interested in the League of Super Heroes, but he's still hesitant...I think you're very positive about it, Mr. Superman, maybe you want to be in this Assuming a leadership role in the league?"

"...No, I didn't mean that, and a team of only three people doesn't need a so-called 'leader'," Superman shook his head and said gently, "Forgive me for this visit, sir, I have come to Came to Gotham and wanted to talk to Batman about it, but..."

"I guess he didn't listen to you at all, and even kicked you out of Gotham with a bad attitude?" Bruce continued, he spread his hands, "I'm not surprised at all, he is such a rude guy."

Superman glanced at him, as if he was a little surprised that Batman's sponsors had such an evaluation of him. He thought about it: "Maybe it's because I suddenly appeared and knocked out the criminal, interrupting his original plan."

"You have such a nice personality," Bruce pretended to be surprised, "If I were you, I wouldn't make such excuses for the other party."

The Kryptonian with a good personality stared at the rich man in Gotham in front of him: "I just want to know when Batman plans to officially join this alliance?"

Playboy laughed: "I don't know about that, Batman is notoriously stubborn, if he has to figure it out, maybe—"

"Perhaps he needs to find out who's behind Superman's mask?" the Kryptonian asked softly.

The atmosphere suddenly tense.

Under the mask of Bruce Wayne, Batman has tensed all his nerves, and a bad premonition hit him. Fortunately, he has learned to control his heartbeat so that he will not be in front of this alien. Completely exposed.

He pretended to be surprised: "What do you mean?"

"Batman is investigating my identity." Superman stared at the man in front of him, "Don't you know about this, Mr. Wayne?"

"Did you misunderstand something?" Bruce propped his head in a relaxed manner, "Why do I know about Batman's actions? I'm just a funder, only responsible for giving money, and never caring"

The gate of Wayne Manor was suddenly opened.

Bruce turned his head and naturally cut off the unfinished sentence: "Ah Fu?"

— Dear Alfred, trustworthy friend!He sighed in his heart.

Of course it was the old butler of Wayne Manor who opened the door and came in.Holding some kraft paper bags full of things, he glanced at the two people standing up at the same time in the hall, and raised his eyebrows: "...I didn't expect you to be meeting guests, sir. Hello, Mr. Superman."

"Hello." Superman replied politely.

"...Actually, I didn't expect that either." Bruce replied, he stepped forward a few steps to help the butler, but before he reached the door, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Behind Alfred, another stranger was holding flowers in one hand and other brown paper bags in the other, standing relaxedly outside the door.Her face is more beautiful than flowers: "Hello, Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry for my rash visit."

"Miss Diana Prince." The butler introduced him, "She kindly helped me when my car broke down."

"...Thank you very much for your help, Miss Prince." Bruce had a delicate expression, he turned his head to look at Superman standing there, and felt that the two comers were not kind, "Maybe I should call you, Wonder Woman ?”

"We met, at Luthor's banquet." Diana smiled slightly, "I am very impressed with you and your girlfriend, Mr. Wayne."

The old butler coughed, and took the bouquet and tools from Wonder Woman's hand: "Leave the rest to me, Miss Prince, I hope you, the master, and Mr. Superman can have a pleasant meeting."

He picked up these sundries and quickly left the hall with a delicate atmosphere.