I'm the villain in Gotham

As Sherlock said, they really got close to the place where the hostages were being held.Doctor Strange received a communication from Batman halfway, and after hanging up, they accelerated their pace.

Suddenly, Doctor Strange, who was at the forefront—his cloak to be precise—stopped them?

Watson pushed aside the blurred cloak on his own face with his hands. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He even suspected that the cloak was touching his face."What's ahead?" he asked.

Doctor Strange put it succinctly: "There are evil/cultists, and there are a lot of them."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "But you are a mage."

"I am, but you are not." Doctor Strange looked back? He glanced at him: "Stay here and wait? I'll come back after finishing them."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait anymore? What did Sherlock express? Opinion, flashed away without a sound? Go out.

Sherlock rolled his eyes behind him.

A group of heretics/religionists gathered in front of a palace gate, all wearing black robes that looked like they were worn during sacrifices, and gathered together to whisper and whisper.Doctor Strange didn't let Sherlock and Watson follow, in addition to being concerned that they couldn't solve the large number of cultists, it was also because Doctor Strange felt the evil magic breath.There seems to be something on this group of evil/religionists? A curse or magic weapon, which makes these? The evil/religionists who were just ordinary people emit magical fluctuations.

It's kind of weird, he thought.

The whole space was filled with frenzied excitement from the cultists/believers, and Doctor Strange frowned uncomfortably, trying to distinguish some?fear and despair from it.This aura is vague, coming intermittently from behind the gate of the palace. It should be those kidnapped hostages. It seems that at least some of them are still awake, and their lives are not in danger for the time being—but from the evil/ Judging from the excitement of the believers and the robes they wore during sacrifices, this security might not last for too long.

After confirming this point, Doctor Strange raised his hands, made a quick and accurate gesture with trembling fingers, and slowly crossed across the eyes of the Agamotto worn on his chest.

A green light suddenly lit up, and the magic array glowing with green light was wrapped around Doctor Strange's wrists.

He stretched out one hand, spread five fingers, and slowly squeezed at the cult/believers—for a moment, everything seemed to be pressed. The pause button, the eye of Agamotto

The power is like Moses dividing the sea. The torrent of time rushes by, but only bypasses the space where the cult/believers are.

"Wow," Sherlock quietly appeared behind Doctor Strange, rubbing his chin: "You stopped time on them?"

Dr. Strange was startled by him? He jumped, and turned around angrily: "Didn't I say that? Let you stay where you are?"

"But I don't think there is any danger here?" Sherlock smiled, his blue-green pupils looked very sly: "Let's go, should you go in first?"

Doctor Strange really wanted to roll his eyes at this guy with the same face as himself, but he finally held back and maintained the usual calm and composure of the Supreme Sorcerer: "You two one walking behind me."

Sherlock said: "Okay, but you still look like you want to scold me, even though you're covering it up well."

Doctor Strange: "...shut up!"

Watson silently covered his forehead.

They passed through the cultists, who were frozen in place like statues, to the gates of the palace.Doctor Strange stretched out his hand, and took it back a moment before touching the door.

Watson asked: "What's the matter?"

"There's a curse on it." Doctor Strange said: "People who don't have the mark of the organization on their bodies and don't use special means to open the door will be cursed by evil."

"Then? What should I do? From the looks of you, the hostages are all inside." Watson asked: "I think you should have a way?"

"Of course," said Doctor Strange, "that's what I'm dealing with. I've been in situations like this many times?"

"Oh, professional, not bad." Watson gave Doctor Strange a thumbs up, anticipating in his heart what kind of magic he would use to break through the door.Now that the three views have been reshaped and he has seen so many strange magics, Watson feels that even if Doctor Strange summons a slime to corrode the door on the spot, he will not feel very bad. be surprised.

Under Watson's gaze, Doctor Strange opened one hand, golden light surged in his palm, and quickly solidified into shape.The next moment, an ax appeared in the hands of Doctor Strange.

Then? Doctor Strange raised? Arms, bang bang two axes, split open the door?.

Watson: "..."

Watson: "???"

What? What's going on, aren't you a mage?

Why? Want to? Use physics to break the door! ! !

After cutting a hole in the door, Doctor Strange kicked the door open with one foot, put away the axe, and slapped the non-existent dust on his hands contentedly: "Let's go...uh!"

An unusually evil dark magic swept towards the faces of the three people. Doctor Strange reacted quickly, and the golden magic light pattern instantly built a defensive barrier in front of him.The next moment, the dark magic hit the barrier head-on, splashing in all directions like a puddle of mud, splashing down on the ground, turning into clouds of black mist and disappearing without a trace.

The madness of the gangsters disturbed Dr. Strange's feeling. Until now, Dr. Strange discovered that there was a cultist inside the door, and judging from the attack just now, his magic level is obviously not low.

Doctor Strange immediately raised his hand: "In the name of the Immortal Wissante, release Saito—"

"boom!"

A gunshot came from behind Doctor Strange, and the cultist screamed and fell to the ground motionless, a pool of blood slowly overflowing from under him.

Doctor Strange turned his head, just in time to see the muzzle of the gun that was smoking before Watson had time to retract it.

Doctor Strange: "..."

Watson looked? His expression: "Uh, sorry, I just subconsciously wanted to?...I screwed up? What??"

Doctor Strange asks, "...Is he dead?"

Watson said, "Not yet."

Doctor Strange nodded? Nodded: "Okay, then? What did you do? You didn't mess up." After speaking, he paused? For a moment, he ground his teeth again: "Good job."

Watson: "..." What? It doesn't look like you are praising me.

"Never mind, John." Sherlock patted Watson's arm, his voice was high? Could kill someone." After speaking, he changed his voice and looked at Doctor Strange: "But you also used an ax just now, I thought you knew that physics is better than magic."

Doctor Strange: "..."

Doctor Strange: "That? It's the Ax of Angalomus, which I found in the witch's lair in the center of the moon."

Sherlock didn't understand what he wanted to say?: "And then?"

"And then? That? A magic ax."

Sherlock: "..."

"Magic is the origin of all things and the foundation of everything," Doctor Strange snorted coldly: "Mortal people cannot see magic, so they don't understand it.

Respect? It.They are proud and arrogant, thinking that physics is the criterion of all existence. "

Sherlock sneered: "No, magic is at best an unexplainable science."

Doctor Strange: "Magic."

Sherlock: "Science!"

Watson: "..."

Mage, are you assimilated by this face? !Don't follow him when he's three years old? He's also three years old! !

The cloak was sandwiched between the two of them, swinging to the left, to the right, wondering how to settle the quarrel, looking pitiful, lonely and helpless.Watson had to step forward, stand between the two people, and parted? They: "Okay? Gentlemen, should we get down to business first, for example, Sherlock, hostage?"

Considering the important goal of this trip, Sherlock and Doctor Strange snorted at the same time, and finally died down.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that something had patted his arm twice.He turned his head and saw Doctor Strange's cloak was raising one side, quietly giving him a thumbs up.

Watson shook hands with the cloak vigorously——beside the cloak, a person and a cloak felt a sad sympathy at the same time.

Due to the previous quarrel - if that? It's a quarrel - now Sherlock and Doctor Strange don't like each other, so Sherlock checks the hostages, and Doctor Strange checks the cultist who fell on the ground.

Even though Watson has been retired for many years, the hand holding the gun is still very steady, then? One shot hit the cultist's thigh without even hurting the main artery. The cultist fainted out of pain.

Doctor Strange uses the power of the Eye of Agamotto to suspend the time of the cult/cultist, temporarily stopping the bleeding from the bleeding wound, preventing him from dying due to excessive blood loss.Although it is no longer possible to perform fine surgery, but fortunately, the previous technology is still there. Doctor Strange bandaged the man's wound, then imprisoned him with a magic spell, and then restored him. flow of time.

Over there, Sherlock and Watson have released a bunch of hostages from the cages. Some of them are still awake, but most of them are unconscious. Watson is comforting some of them because of fear and Panicked and distressed man.Standing by the side, Sherlock rolled his eyes irritably. It is conceivable that if this was in 221B, he would have immediately yelled: "Next!"

It's hard to appease a few weeping men and women, Watson

Turning around, he found that Doctor Strange was walking in from the door, and he couldn't help but ask strangely, "What did you do just now? You went?"

Before Dr. Strange could speak, Sherlock took a step forward and said with a dull face: "Look at the group of people in robes outside, it's obvious that there is something wrong with them, which prevents us from using magic. The great wizard above found that there was still a magician in the palace."

His words were half sarcasm and half serious, Doctor Strange didn't bother to argue with him, and nodded to Watson: "Those? Will be……"

Before the word "danger" was uttered, the entire space suddenly began to shake violently, like a strong earthquake without warning.Sherlock and Watson almost didn't stand still, and it was only because of Doctor Strange's grasp that they didn't fall to the ground on the spot.That group of hostages was not so lucky? They fell staggeringly, and the mentality that Watson had just barely calmed down broke out on the spot again, and someone immediately sobbed.

Along with the shaking came a cold and malicious aura, so strong that even people like Sherlock and Watson who were insensitive to magic felt chills and almost felt nauseous.

The shaking didn't last long before it stopped? But the dark and malicious aura lingered all over his body like a gangrene.Doctor Strange frowned slightly, and golden magic patterns lit up on one hand, enveloping everyone in a barrier, protecting these ordinary people from evil magic.They do not have the protection of magic, and if they are exposed to this environment for a long time, they are very easy to be affected by their mentality and mind, and may even directly become a member of a cult organization.

Sherlock originally wanted to say something to Doctor Strange, but after seeing this situation, he immediately changed his mind: "Send us and this group of people back to London."

Doctor Strange nodded, raised his hand to draw a golden teleportation circle, and said to Sherlock and Watson: "Ordinary people shouldn't know too much about the magic world. After they return to the normal space ? will forget everything about it. Aftermath? Go to your brother, he and the British Ministry of Magic are very familiar with this kind of situation."

After speaking, Doctor Strange pushed his arm, and the teleportation aperture seemed to be connected to an invisible big bag, and all the hostages passed by it disappeared without a trace.

"What?, you know—oh shit, of course you do." Sherlock gritted his teeth, for so?

Only to find out that Doctor Strange already knew about his existence, and he felt displeased that he was almost at a loss.

"Of course," Doctor Strange raised his eyebrows, that face looked quite proud to Sherlock: "I am the Supreme Sorcerer."

The halo came behind Sherlock and Watson, burst out golden sparks, and disappeared without a trace a second before touching the skin.The side face of Sherlock reflected by the light is white, there are two spaces between him and Doctor Strange, surrounded by the rustling sound of the drizzle in London, the moon hangs high behind him, and the dark fog in front gradually covers Strange Around the doctor, as long as he removes the barrier, the darkness will completely engulf him.

At this time, Sherlock suddenly said: "I guess you are not so...well? It is easy to find Batman and those two mages, but if your brain and so-called magic are still strong enough? You find the way to come, Then, turn right at the third corner." He raised his chin, showing a provocative look: "Of course, you can also choose not to listen to me, after all, science...huh."

Doctor Strange accepted? his unusual farewell and veiled concern, nodded slightly, and then? closed? the portal.

He removed the barrier, and plunged himself into a darkness and seductive whispers that penetrated deep into the pores.

……

After getting away from the palace at the beginning - mainly from Batman and Erberist, Constantine visibly relaxed. He took a long puff of cigarette and put the end Press off on the wall next to it.

Given that there are many enemies in this broken place, and they are in the dark, Constantine had no choice but to let himself quit smoking for a while, lest he be discovered by some cultists who would appear from who knows where.

"...But I still can't figure it out." His expression looked complicated and tangled: "I thought they were rivals—the kind that had hatred for each other. Xiao Zha, do you still remember that the bat came to me for help? What do you say when you say? 'I'm going to find his weakness', my God? If he has a crush on Erberist why? Want to find his weakness-"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused for a while, and his expression became thoughtful: "Could it be prisoner [beep——], black [beep——] play???"

Zatanna: "..."

Noticing Zatanna's expression, Constantine coughed and quickly returned to his normal attitude.

They walked side by side for a while, and Constantine couldn't help turning his face to the side and looking in Zatanna's direction.

It just so happened that Zatanna also saw it at this time. When she saw him, she smiled and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing? Hmm..." Konstantin quickly turned his head, as if he was observing the wall with patterns engraved next to it. After a while, he turned his head back again and found that Zatanna was still there Looking at him: "That's right, in what the detective said just now, except for the bat and the dark creature, do you think there is nothing else? Do you care about it?"

Zatanna raised her eyebrows: "I want? What do I care about?"

"For example... I'm chasing you?"

"Oh, you said this." Zatanna raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Constantine's blue pupils shining brightly: "I know, and you should also know that I know?"

"Yes, that's right, but I haven't explicitly told you about it." Constantine stopped walking forward.Zatanna followed him and stood in front of him, brushing his hair: "So what?"

"So, Xiao Zha, I'm chasing you." Konstantin raised his hand and rubbed his hair. When he put it down, he wanted to grab the cigarette in his mouth, but he forgot that he had temporarily "Quit smoking"? So I touched the air with my fingers, paused in the air for a while in embarrassment, and then stuffed it into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"Okay, I got it." Zatanna nodded her head: "So? I agree."

"As long as you know it, actually? I don't have any other intentions—" Constantine's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at Zatanna with a smile on his face, and opened his mouth wide open.

Now he should be thankful that he quit smoking for a while, otherwise the cigarette butt would fall out of his mouth, and he might even burn a hole in his windbreaker—at a time like this, it would be too embarrassing.

But even without a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine still stammered: "Uh...uh...you, you just said...?"

"I said yes?" Zatanna said.

Constantine wanted to touch the non-existent cigarette butt in his mouth again. This time when he stretched his hand halfway, he thought of it, so he grabbed Zatanna's wrist: "Are you serious?"

Zatanna tilted her head and smiled slightly: "As long as you are serious about this relationship."

"Of course I am." Constantine said in a low voice, "But, this...Xiao Zha, this is really unbelievable."

He put his arms on the wall, surrounded Zatanna,

He lowered his head and looked at her tentatively.Zatanna closed her eyes and took the initiative to greet her.

In the dark, the two exchanged a kiss that smelled of tobacco and sweetness.

The author has something to say: Evil/religious organization: We are about to sacrifice here, what is going on with one or two of you, please respect our villain's territory, okay? ! !

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