[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

"Warok, you really should have discussed it with me in advance."

Penguin circled around Warlock's office anxiously, as if he was going to grind holes in the floor.

He forcibly pulled Warlock into the office when he returned to the city hall, as if he was the owner of the office, completely oblivious to the clown grinning weirdly and funnyly at the two people in the police car .

"Those people are not loyal enough, that guy in the black mask has been wooing people from our camp..."

"...And do you really think that everything will be fine after dealing with that old guy Owen? You are already tied to the same boat with these people. Harvey Dent can't see you killing your relatives, he will only treat this as a A breakthrough to attack you..."

Warlock propped his right elbow on the desk, rubbing his temple with his thumb and forefinger, "Oswald, calm down, it's not that bad."

"Dante will not use such a low-handed method to deal with me, he will just stand in front of me and defeat me."

Harvey Dent has such magical powers, even his competitor Warlock believes that he will not use dirty tricks.If Harvey was going to use Owen as a raft to attack Warlock, he would have made a big deal about Warlock and Oswald's relationship a few weeks ago, instead of exemplifying the ambiguous relationship.

Oswald stared at Warlock dumbfounded, as if he had just discovered Warlock's almost stupid naivety, he wanted to sarcasm a few words, but then thought of the relationship between the two people and swallowed the vicious evaluation back into his stomach.

"In short, you have to find a way to stabilize the morale of the army. Your current advantage lies in the support of Gotham's old family. Opinion polls show that ordinary Gotham people are more inclined to vote for Harvey Dent. His efforts over the years have won Most of the support and trust. Black Mask can only start from the Communist Party, and his votes come from the Communist Party members and guys who have been corrupted by real money."

"If these Gotham old-school families are won over by Black Mask, your situation in Gotham will be very dangerous." Oswald clapped his hands on the desk heavily, and let out a groan.

He ignored the pain in his hand and stared at Warlock's shortness of breath, his heaving chest attesting to how restless he was.

Warlock always felt that Oswald might pass away at any time if he continued to be so excited, so he could only comfort him: "I know, I know, I will find a way. You have to give me some time."

Oswald is very concerned about Warlock's future career development. He is more anxious than Warlock when there is an emergency. With such a comparison, Bruce's indifferent comfort is particularly inappropriate.

"Warlock, I have always supported your decision and believed in your ability. You are too tight." Bruce leaned on the sofa and combed Warlock's blond hair slowly with his fingers.

It may be because he used too much hair oil when he was a child. Warlock's hair is always soft, and it will hang down obediently when he doesn't comb it specially. It looks very cute.

Bruce didn't know when he got into the habit of letting Warlock lie on his lap and close his eyes, while his hands restlessly combed Warlock's hair or folded his tie.

Maybe Warlock was too busy to find time for a date with Bruce, and the two could only enjoy a brief intimacy in the back seat of the car, or maybe the two of them pulled some distance away after Warlock cried in Batman's arms that night.

In short, the two people who had countless things to talk about together before have been extremely silent recently. This kind of silence can make the two feel more at ease and have enough space to think about each other's future.

"I know, but I can't relax." Warlock turned over and buried his face in Bruce's suit, "I feel like I'm getting more and more anxious. People who support me and trust me, I'm always worried that if I don't do well, I'll screw everything up."

Golden flames danced in Warlock's open eyes, and his eyes were imperceptibly black.He's been spinning all the time these days, and only the half hour he spends with Bruce every day can really let everything go and take a good rest.

All his time is taken up by handling official business, campaign speeches everywhere, and placating supporters of the same interest group.

He didn't have time to rest at night. Cain and the others gave Warlock a lot of trivial things to practice, and handling them was no easier than managing a city.Occasionally, he had to be wary of sneak attacks from demons who sneaked out of hell and wanted to snatch part of the power of the Lord of Hell from him.

Warlock can't remember the last time he wanted to do something carefree. Sometimes when he looks back on what happened yesterday, he feels that a long time has passed.

Bruce leaned down and kissed Warlock's earlobe, causing Warlock to shudder.When verbal comfort does not work, physical comfort can play the same role. If possible, deeper physical contact can better release the pressure. Unfortunately, Warlock does not have enough time.

Every time he got out of the car and kissed Bruce through the car window, Warlock always felt deeply tired, and he began to reject the overly busy work.

Holding the most solemn posture, the road back to the office is so long. Reason tells Warlock that this is the road he chose, and there are many and complicated things in the world and hell recently, and things will get better after this period of time .

But emotionally, Warlock felt that there was no need to put such a lot of pressure on himself.As his father said, treat Gotham as a playground and let it serve him instead of working hard for it, so that now he can relax a little bit.

Thinking about it this way, after returning to the office, Warlock was still helplessly wrapped up in many documents and moved forward under the weight of responsibilities.When he makes a decision that affects countless people, his life is no longer completely under his control.

Fate did not take pity on him during this time, and made an extremely bad joke with Warlock-Tony Stark was hijacked by terrorists in Afghanistan.

"Mr. Dowling, Tony trusts you very much. He said before that if he encounters any trouble, he can ask you to temporarily command the Stark Group." Pepper Potts said on the other end of the phone, his voice was still hoarse, as if he had a cold It is, or it is the physiological reaction after crying for a long time.

When Tony was there, he pushed many affairs of the Stark Group to Potts. He stood behind Potts and Potts was quite handy in doing things. As soon as the news of Tony's kidnapping came out, the Stark Group Immediately, people's hearts fluttered. Some guys didn't want to rescue Tony as soon as possible, but were full of thinking about profiting for themselves. She endured very hard.

Warlock exhaled deeply, calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, calmed down from the initial anger, and returned to his senses. He suddenly thought of the sentence in "The Witch Agnes Nutter's Good Prophecy Collection" " ...the return of one friend symbolizes the departure of another, and the world celebrates the hero to come..."

The word "leave" is very delicate and dangerous. Warlock closed his eyes and said, "I see. I will temporarily take over the authority of the Stark Group through the smart housekeeper. What does the Security Bureau say? Found Tony?"

"The situation is not optimistic. The terrorist who kidnapped Tony took him through the war zone and then disappeared completely. The Security Bureau is working overtime to search for clues, but what the gentleman revealed..."

Warlock only felt a trance for a while, the people he cared about were leaving his sight one by one, but he couldn't even protect their safety.

"The war zone...the war zone...you let me think about it." Warlock grasped a key word. The war zone is always full of the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. The conspiracy behind the war is the devil's favorite snack.

Most importantly, where there is war, there is war with one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.Ordinary people looking for someone on the battlefield is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, but no fresh life can escape the eyes of war.

Warlock's eyes opened suddenly, with a golden glow in them, and the serious expression on his face relaxed a bit.From the war, he could find Tony's whereabouts as quickly as possible. If Tony was rescued a minute earlier, his hope of survival would be greatly improved.

After hanging up the phone with Pepper Potts, he called Angelina and told him to rest for an hour, and not to let anyone come over to disturb him within an hour.

There is a small rest room in Warlock's office, which he doesn't use most of the time. This time he went straight into the rest room, locked the door, drew the curtains, and fell into darkness.

The sharp nails scratched across the floor, and the black-red magic power formed a circle. The dark golden runes were confined in the magic circle, and the flickering and extinguishing was very unstable. Until the last stroke connected all the runes together, the magic circle suddenly burst out The bright golden light illuminated Warlock's almost pale face.

This magic circle is very mysterious, it brings together all the names representing death on the magic side, and he wants to use this magic circle to communicate with death.

"Worok, it's you who summoned me..." Death did not appear, only the faint voice came from the magic circle, accompanied by the music of the church and the cries of men and women.

Warlock sat directly on the floor and said softly: "I want to find a war, can you help me establish a communication channel, as a reward, I will inform you of Constantine's whereabouts."

The sound from the magic circle stopped briefly for a few minutes, Warlock was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

A few minutes later, the voice of death came, "Zhan agrees to contact you, happy cooperation."

Warlock wrote down Constantine's location on the paper, folded it into a bat shape, and sent it to the magic circle.The magic circle made a bursting sound, and the moment the little bat disappeared, the music and wailing accompanied by death disappeared, replaced by gunshots and explosions.

"What are you calling me for?" Zhan asked concisely, her voice was colder than death, and she would only reveal some joy when she saw war and blood.

"I want to find someone, an American with black hair and blue eyes, who didn't take the initiative to set foot in the battlefield, and was kidnapped and passed by there..."

"I know the kid you're talking about." Warlock interrupted Warlock, his tone seemed to be in a good mood, "He and his men have always been in my favor, and my life would not be the same without them selling those things." It wouldn't be this fun."

The author says:

★Wollock's heart: Lord > Gotham, Hell Matters > Gotham.

☆Tony used to be a conscientious arms dealer.

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感谢在2020-07-0223:45:35~2020-07-0423:39:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 little clean freak;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: only envy 3 bottles of Wang Xian not envy immortals;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!