Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 650 Gotham Labyrinth
Night Hour
In the city of Gotham, beneath an abandoned orphanage, there is a massive underground maze hidden. Several people in strange costumes are busy working in the maze-like corridors.

"It's hard to imagine that in such a chaotic place there is a maze protected by magic."

A girl wearing black tight leather pants and shiny black cat ears looked at the intricate maze in front of her and exclaimed:
"It's like creating a hanging garden in the middle of the Sahara Desert."

"What's even more amazing is that the 'omnipotent' Batman had never noticed the existence of such a maze in his city before."

Behind Catwoman, Constantine, with a cigar in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, his eyes never leaving Catwoman's round and perky breasts.

Catwoman sighed helplessly: "Okay, John, he's been dead for a long time, there's no need for you to ridicule him!"

"Is he dead? I don't believe it!" Constantine took a big puff of his cigar. "Maybe I should go to his cemetery and dig out his coffin to have a look!"

"John Constantine! Bruce dedicated his whole life to this world, are you going to spare even his dead body!"

Catwoman stared at Constantine with a serious expression, and slowly stretched out her claws with cold light flashing on her fingertips.
It was like a cat with its fur standing on end, about to scratch a few bloody marks on Constantine's face.
"Okay, okay..." Constantine blew out a smoke ring from his mouth and looked at the angry catwoman with a smile:
"I don't mean to offend your ex-boyfriend, but are you sure he is really dead?

You know, for us who have made a deal with that god, it’s not that easy to die even if we want to!

I woke up in the Immortal Pond seven or eight times. It was such a wonderful feeling.

As long as the soul I have left with Him is not destroyed, I can be resurrected infinitely. It feels like I am playing a computer game with infinite lives!"

Constantine's words stunned Catwoman, and a hint of suspicion flashed across her face under the mask.

If you think about it carefully, Bruce's death was indeed strange.

Die of old age?

This is simply like a joke, not to mention that there are countless treasures in the Samsara Hall that can prolong life.

The magic potion released by Tang Group has increased the average human lifespan to two hundred years.

But if Bruce really faked his death, why did he do that?
Catwoman was confused for a moment.

"How about we open the coffin together to see if your old lover is faking his death?"

Constantine looked at Catwoman with a smile.

Catwoman rolled her eyes at Constantine and said, "Instead of thinking about this, why not think about how to escape Clark's pursuit? Are you sure this maze can block his pursuit?"

"Don't underestimate this maze. On the surface, this maze was created by the Court of Owls, but in fact, its magical power comes from a truly ruthless character!"

Barbatos, the legendary bat god and lord of the dark multiverse.

Over the years, Constantine has used himself as bait to deceive many gods from both heaven and hell.

Many demons from hell, archangels from heaven, and gods from other pantheons were lured into heaven in one package.

He tricked more than forty of Solomon's seventy-two demons.

Constantine's reputation is now a stinking cesspool in some circles.

In the past, he could use black magic to lure some ignorant demons up.

Now, any high-level demon with a bit of intelligence would run away without even a glimpse of him if they smelled his scent.

In the past, Constantine had a good relationship with heaven, and there were several old friends of Constantine among the angels stationed in heaven.

They were also accustomed to handing over some inconvenient things to Constantine.

Relying on the strong financial resources of the Holy See, they did not care about hiring Constantine for the salary, holy objects and holy water.

But ever since Constantine packed up a Quetzalcoatl and an angel who was watching the fun and sent them to heaven.

He hadn't seen these angel friends for many years.

Constantine, whose reputation had been ruined, had to turn his attention to those ancient demons who were out of touch with the news.

What a pity, Barbatos was originally his chosen next prey, but Clark's incident disrupted his plan.

Constantine, with a cigarette in his mouth, unshaven beard and messy hair, sighed, looking quite melancholy.

Constantine was thinking about posing against the wall of the maze in front of Catwoman and teasing the black cat.

Suddenly, his elbow touched something soft and hard.

As a reflex, Constantine almost covered it with a dark magic.

"Hey! Don't be nervous, man! It's me!" Deadpool, dressed in a black and red tights, walked out of the darkness.

However, his cunning eyes didn't even look at Constantine. Instead, like Constantine, they fell on Catwoman's curvy figure.

His action earned a big eye roll from Catwoman.

"Deadpool, are you done with your work?"

Constantine recognized Wade and dispersed the spell in his hand in time.

Deadpool shook his head and sighed: "Don't mention it, not only the Federation, I have traveled to 27 countries, and all of these countries are building temples on a large scale.

Oh, what the hell, it seems like everyone in the world has become a monk, even the girls in the red-light district don't do it anymore! I hate monks!"

Deadpool walked up to Constantine and skillfully took out a cigar box inlaid with sapphires from the pocket of his windbreaker.

Deadpool took out a premium cigar and put it in his mouth. He squeezed it between two fingers and a flame lit the cigar.

"This maze is the secret base you chose. It doesn't look that good. It reminds me of the sewers in New York.

There are often some werewolves and talking turtles and other weird creatures living there, so there won’t be any here too!”

Deadpool took a puff of his cigar, looked around, and shook his head:
"Today's supermen not only have super hearing and super vision, but have also evolved supernatural powers similar to clairvoyance.
If I didn’t have the Breath-Suppressing Talisman made by my boss himself, I wouldn’t dare show up!
I suggest we try a different secret base. How about Paradise Island?"

Constantine snatched his Infinity Cigar Box back from Deadpool.

When Constantine heard Deadpool belittle the secret base he had chosen, he was about to retort when he heard Deadpool's suggestion.

"Hmm? Yes! Paradise Island, Paradise Island is fine! There is the protection of Zeus's divine power, it is indeed more suitable than this underground maze!"

Constantine and Deadpool looked at each other, and both of them showed the same expression as heroes.

"Ah!"

A sneer came from the side, and Catwoman glared at the two of them unhappily:

"You think Paradise Island is secretive, and you're still thinking about the Amazon warriors on the island. Don't blame me for not reminding you.
If Diana comes back and finds out you're after her family, be careful she'll castrate you two!"

You think Paradise Island is safe, you are obviously greedy for the bodies of those Amazon warriors, you are cheap! Bah! Facing Catwoman's disdainful words, Constantine and Deadpool, these two shameless guys, just felt that it was just a breeze blowing past their ears.
They even started discussing the toned bodies of the Amazon warriors.

Catwoman looked at the two thugs hatefully, then turned and walked deeper into the maze.

"Did you find help?"

Constantine looked at Catwoman's graceful back as she left and took a deep puff of his cigar.

Deadpool spread his hands and said, "Federation, oh, most of these bitches in the government and the members of the organizations you mentioned have become Clark's followers.

Their heads were shaved even shinier than those of Lai. You can’t imagine the rows of bald heads. They simply blinded my eyes!”

"Where are my old friends?" Constantine asked.

"I can only say my condolences, buddy. I found the secret bar you mentioned, but it's now in ruins!"

As he said this, Deadpool scratched from behind his butt and pulled out a skinny corpse from somewhere.

"I didn't know if this was an old friend of yours, so I brought it back!"

Constantine took a look at the skinny corpse, then at the serious-looking Deadpool, and cursed angrily:
"Shit, you're kidding me!"

Deadpool shrugged and threw the mummy into a corner.

"You told me that you would recognize all your old friends even if they turned into ashes..."

Deadpool said this and glanced at the mummy, indicating to Constantine if he wanted to identify it.

Constantine, who had always been hated by people, experienced for the first time how others felt about him.

"When will the reinforcements from Heaven arrive?"

Constantine resisted the urge to throw a fireball at Deadpool's face and abruptly changed the subject.

"How would I know? I am just a non-staff member of the Samsara Palace, just like you. I am not part of the Heavenly Court!"

Deadpool said in an exaggerated manner: "Why don't they let me take the exam for the priesthood of heaven? I think they are engaging in occupational discrimination. Why can't a gigolo take the exam for a priesthood?"

Constantine stared at the guy in front of him with wide eyes, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

Wait, Cowherd...

Constantine looked at Deadpool as if he were a colleague.

Well, during the years he was in the magic world, Constantine had done a lot of work, including selling his body for a magic book or a few magic props.

...............

Deep in the maze, in a large and magnificent conference room

It can be seen from the neatly arranged chairs that many years ago, this was where many people held secret meetings.

From the gilded decorations everywhere in this conference room and the various valuable oil paintings hanging on the wall, it can be seen that the force that built this maze must have very strong financial resources.

A middle-aged man with a boiled egg-like head and a grey suit was observing a translucent coffin with a certain interest.
Inside the coffin was a strange corpse dressed as an owl.

"Is this the claw? Simply cutting off the pain nerves and then deeply collecting the money, what a crude technique!"

"Mr. Luther, not everyone is like you, able to create a ruthless biological weapon like Doomsday. The dignitaries of the Court of Owls are just a group of ordinary people!"

In front of a dozen curved-screen computers, Cyborg was operating the computers while mocking Lex Luthor without even turning his head.

Lex Luthor, a classic villain in the DC Universe, has become one of Superman's main opponents with his wisdom and cunning.

He and Superman are like the Joker and Batman.

It is hard to imagine that an ordinary human being can repeatedly gain the upper hand in confrontations with Superman by relying on his wisdom.

Many times, he even forced Superman into desperate situations, but unfortunately he was defeated by the halo of the protagonist.

Lex Luthor is an extremely smart guy. Due to his tireless monitoring of Superman over the years, he was also the first one to realize that something was wrong and ran away directly when Superman mutated.

As for why he appeared here, that’s a long story.

Lex Luthor, nicknamed Lex Luthor, shook his head:

"Doomsday, ever since the experimental data was lost, I have never been able to complete such a masterpiece! What a pity! If I could make a batch of Doomsday, maybe I could reverse the current decline!"

"Dang!" A heavy metal knocking sound rang out not far away.

The Harley Quinn, chewing gum in her mouth, put her beautiful legs in pink stockings on the conference table, with a metal baseball bat next to her.

The noise just now was obviously the sound of her hitting the conference table with a baseball bat.

"Bald sweetheart, it seems like you're still upset about this matter. I was also involved in stealing your information. How about we settle the score?"

Harley Quinn blew a big pink bubble from her mouth.

The bubbles burst with a pop, and the beads on her wrist emitted black air.

Lex Luthor took a deep look at Harley Quinn, and the next moment a hearty smile appeared on his face:
"Kang Mang! Miss Quinn, we have cooperated with each other more than once or twice. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to exchange those life-extending drugs and magical props in that mysterious place. I can't thank you enough, how can I blame you!"

Harley Quinn also showed her iconic madness on her face:

"I knew we were friends. My friend, tell me if you have researched anything new, I can sell it to the Samsara Palace for you..."

Lex Luthor shook his head helplessly: "I did have a few experimental projects, but unfortunately my lab was destroyed by that guy wearing his underwear outside..."

Hearing him say this, Harley Quinn suddenly lost interest and sat half paralyzed in the chair.

Da da da…

Hearing the footsteps coming from the maze outside the meeting room, the lazy Harley Quinn jumped up and walked over with a baseball bat.

"Sweetheart, is that you?"

"Oh, why do you look like that? Did some bastard bully you? Tell me and I'll smash their balls with a baseball bat!"

Outside the meeting room, Harley Quinn's voice is getting farther and farther away...

Of the three men in the conference room, except Cyborg, the cyborg transformed by the Mother Box, Barry the Flash and Lex Luthor, who had been holding coffee cups and acting as a little invisible, both felt a chill in their lower bodies.

The Flash Barry is much calmer than before. After all, people always have to learn to grow up.

"Mr. Luther, why don't you choose to join the Samsara Palace directly? With your intelligence, you fully meet their standards."