The Death Knell

The door of the restaurant was knocked open, and the wind and rain from the street poured into the shop with a sour smell, but as the door was gently closed, all noises seemed to be isolated from the outside, and the shop returned to silence and darkness.

The newcomer didn't seem to be familiar with this place. He could hear the friction of the grinding wheel of his lighter. After a few damp noises, the flickering flame of the bean illuminated a small area.

Since the lighter was lit, don't waste the fire. The wet figure took out a slightly twisted cigarette from his pocket, straightened it, put it in his mouth, and brought the cigarette end closer to the flame.

His face was illuminated by the fire, and he was still handsome, but his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were blue, and his messy hair was like weeds. Except for his eyes, he looked like a mummy .

But he didn't come here to eat, but he knew that there was the best wine in the city.

In the logic of alcoholics, a bottle of sake costing tens of thousands of dollars is probably not as good as a thirty-dollar off-brand strawberry champagne, for no other reason than the latter having a higher alcohol concentration.

If you want to ask what drink is strong, mercenaries and agents will say whiskey, Mexicans will say tequila, and sailors will say rum, each has its own answer.

But if you ask what is the strongest wine, the answer is often the same, that is vodka, and the kind produced by big factories and sold in supermarkets is not strong enough, it has to be purified after private brewing, ordinary people smell it Kind of dizzy.

"Ahem, fur...hehe."

Doomsday Blues spit out a puff of smoke, let out a dry retch, and then spit out some black water-like blood.

He doesn't know how long he can live, but there should be enough time to drag all the people on Earth 0 into **** to be buried with him!

My own world is ruined, and there is nothing left...

When 'My Lord' approached him, he agreed without even thinking about it.

Of course he knows that coming to Earth 0 is basically a suicidal mission, especially coming to Gotham, but how should I put it, what risks are people who are not afraid of death afraid of?

You won’t lose money if you pull one superhero from Earth 0, and you’ll make money if you pull two.

Thinking back to his own Zatana in his mind, he shook his head, wiped off the rain on his face with his sleeve, jumped onto the bar with a lighter and sat down, turned his body and rolled into the inside of the bar, Start looking for that legendary moonshine.

The escape journey came to an end, and I could finally take a break and drink a good wine.

What happened to those people of ‘my lord’? He doesn't know, but he knows the mystery and power of 'blank', so there will be no problem.

Speaking of mystery... It's nothing to be hunted down by Red Hood and Harley before. You only need to release a little magic to get them into trouble, and you can't touch your shadow at all.

But the strangers with them were a little unexpected.

Deformed freaks, self-masochistic mages covered in needles, masked men who can't be killed no matter what, women who can turn into monsters, they are all fine.

Mainly the guy in the red and black tights who stinks all over his body is disgusting and stinks worse than the acid rain in Gotham.

It made me still have his stench in my nostrils, as if that guy was still around me...

But thinking of this, Doomsday Blues shrugged his shoulders. He felt that the Red Hoods would not be able to find themselves, especially now that they had been plotted by Batman, and they might have become the Bat of Laughter.

"Let me see, aha! This hidden faucet, right?"

Holding up the flame of the lighter and searching for a while, he saw an inconspicuous faucet behind a baffle under the bar. Relying on the drunkard's intuition, he concluded that this was the 'hidden wine list' for regular customers.

He casually took a cup from the sink beside him, and impatiently took a cup for himself. Seeing the transparent, colorless liquid with a pungent smell flowing over the wall of the cup, the phenomenon of hanging the cup made him swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Fragrant, so fragrant, the wine worm demon in my mind has already danced pole dancing with a steel fork.

As soon as he raised his hand and raised his neck, almost 200 milliliters of spirits were poured into his throat, his pale face flushed, and his facial features wrinkled as if they were pinched together by external force.

After about ten seconds, he put down the glass and let out a long gasp.

"Huh~~~~~"

Needless to say, I know how cool he is. It is difficult for people who don't drink to understand alcoholics' preference for eaux-de-vie. It is a feeling that the body is alive again after the medicine is cured.

Every cell, every nerve is jumping in paralysis, the beating heart sends alcohol to every part of the human body, and the human brain mechanism is destined to be unable to fight against chemistry.

But at this moment, he felt that there was an extra person behind him, and that person knew that he had been discovered, so he said directly:

"Hehe, do you like your last glass of wine? Constantine from which world?"

There is no nonsense in the doomsday blues, the palm is hidden in the windbreaker, and a fireball is thrown at the same time as turning around. It is the flames from hell, and it is also a dark magic art.

Black bug-like energy rolls inside the fireball, it looks like a living thing, not a magic.

However, the "behind the spirit" who made the sound was clearly prepared. The fireball did not dodge or dodge in front of him. He just swiped the bat dart from bottom to top, splitting the fireball in two like cutting a watermelon.

The two halves of the fireball flew in other directions, causing a fire after the explosion. The wooden furniture in the restaurant was soaked in oil stains, and there were spirits everywhere. These things were good combustion accelerants, and the fire was out of control.

The raging flames surrounded the two, and Doomsday Blues finally saw clearly, a Batman.

The other party was wearing a purple tights, and the bat logo on his chest was bigger and more wanton, but the most conspicuous thing was the big smile under the half-covered mask.

"The Laughing Bat?"

The magician was a little nervous. Although he knew his birth now, it was more like a joke of the Laughing Bat. He hadn't even seen this lunatic with his own eyes.

But Maniac Laughter has existed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and left behind a terrifying name, which is enough to make people vigilant.

"Dudu! The answer is wrong." Zuo En Batman turned the bat dart in his hand, making it spin like a fidget spinner, and denied it with a wagging head and a smile: "I am Batman, although not the one I used to be. , but not maniacal laughter, I am stronger than maniac laughter, by the way, I haven't thanked you for poisoning Batman and letting him free me to fight against himself."

"Fu... isn't it the Laughing Bat?" Doom Blues spit out a smoke ring, and he squinted his eyes: "If you think you can fight me with the promethium metal dart in your hand, don't you think too much? ?”

"Really? Do you really think... as Batman, I would underestimate any Constantine's fighting power?"

Zuo En's Batman didn't rush to attack, but instead made a hand gesture, asking the enemy to try out any tricks:

"You still don't know me well enough, but it doesn't matter, no one in this world understands, come on, attack me, explain in advance, the way I exert fear is different from the previous Batman."