American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

After both sources clearly pointed to the same location, purchasing agent Xiu En made a decisive decision.

He grabbed Hal, who was standing next to him.

"Stop dawdling, Director. If we're any later, the main course will be stolen."

His golden ring flashed, and a golden portal appeared before them.

On the other side of the door was a long, narrow corridor.

The peeling wallpaper curled up like the skin of a dead person, and the dim light bulb on the ceiling flickered, casting eerie spots of light on the floor.

As soon as the two of them regained their footing, the golden portal behind them closed.

Hal immediately went into high alert, his green lantern ring shining brightly, forming a transparent shield that enveloped the two of them.

The green light also illuminated the suspicious marks on the corridor walls.

"Oh my god."

Hal carefully walked forward, holding the ring.

"The concentration of negative energy here is higher than on any prison planet I've ever seen. Can the people living here really maintain even the most basic human form?"

As a well-traveled cosmic policeman, he had been to mineral prisons where space pirates were exiled and dealt with isolated planets where psychopaths were imprisoned, but no place exuded madness and despair as this.

"This is the result of my long-term purification process; the taste is terrible, isn't it?"

Xiu En followed behind him, disgustedly picking up a piece of peeling wallpaper with two fingers before quickly throwing it away.

"This wallpaper must be a cheap brand; the print is all smudged. And the smell is awful. Terrible, absolutely terrible."

Hal retorted.

"This isn't a matter of taste in interior design!"

"This is a breeding ground for antisocial personality disorder and extreme mental illness! It's the cancer of the city!"

"Cancer also depends on its growth environment."

Xiu En answered matter-of-factly.

The two quickly traversed several maze-like corridors and arrived at an abandoned detention cell located on the lowest level of the mental hospital.

With a flash of light, the gate melted open, creating a circular opening large enough for one person to pass through.

"Be on guard! This must be the Scarecrow's laboratory!"

Hal immediately stepped forward and used his ring to create a large light bulb, illuminating the room as bright as day.

However, the room was empty.

There was only an iron bed welded to the ground, a dirty toilet, and a mess on the floor.

There were many shards of glass scattered on the ground.

There was also a broken IV tube and an overturned iron bucket on the ground.

On the wall, a simple sketch of a smiling scarecrow was hastily drawn with some brown liquid mixed with a kind of fear-inducing gas.

"He ran away."

Hal scanned the area with the beam of light from the ring and finally came to this conclusion.

"And they left in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to pack up their experimental equipment."

Xiu En also took a look.

"The taste is very faint but it's very fresh. It doesn't seem like it ran away on its own. It's more like it was forcibly taken away by someone. It was probably just here a moment ago."

Hal: "What should we do now?"

Just as Hal was considering whether to request technical support from the Justice League, especially Bruce,...

A British accent rang out from the shadows of the corridor behind them.

"What, are two renowned cosmic cops and the Sun God also worried about not being able to find a field mouse that can spread fear?"

A blond man wearing a beige trench coat, a crooked tie, and a face that screamed sleep deprivation and a hangover.

They emerged from the shadows.

He took a drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the thick smoke, his eyes smiling as he looked at Shuen and Hal.

He could come and go freely in Arkham Asylum, knew the identities of two people instantly, and even smoked and looked颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, dispirited, or颓废).

Who else could it be but that man whom all the demons of hell hate with a passion?

John Constantine.

"Constantine!"

Hal immediately assumed a defensive stance and shouted sharply.

"What are you doing here?"

"Relax, cop."

Constantine's gaze was completely fixed on Hugh's glowing face.

"I'm not here to cause you trouble. I just smelled the gold coins on the big boss, so I came to see what kind of business I could do."

He grinned at Xiu En.

"How's it going, boss?"

"Do you need a little professional help in finding missing persons?"

"it is good."

Faced with Constantine's obvious self-interest, Xiu En readily agreed.

For him, any request for help that can be resolved through a transaction and saves him time is a highly cost-effective option.

Xiu En asked with great interest.

"What do you want this time? Gold coins again? Or that limited edition autographed photobook of a demon from hell?"

Upon hearing this, Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

"I don't want anything. I just want to go back to my home in my world. It's been so long since I've been back. I wonder if those debt collectors have torn down the door of my dilapidated house yet."

"No problem, I can pave a smooth road home for you, and even give you a temporary buff to make sure you look presentable and presentable when you see your family."

"However, you'd better make sure the service you provide is worth the price."

"etc!"

Hal, standing nearby, caught a key word.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Shuen and Constantine.

"Your world? You mean, he's from another universe?"

Constantine readily admitted, "What's so strange about that, cop? The sun in front of you is a living, breathing multidimensional portal. And I just happen to be a stranger here."

Hal fell silent.

Constantine composed himself and resumed his smug smile.

As he shuffled the cards, he explained to the two people next to him in a seemingly professional manner.

"The primordial fear left behind by that scarecrow is the best beacon."

As he spoke, he casually pulled out a card of the Hanged Man from the deck.

Then, he crouched down and pressed the tarot card into the brown liquid mixed with chemicals and fear gas on the ground, letting the card be completely soaked.

"Now, we just need to give this navigation map a little bit of startup power."

Constantine stood up, held the tarot cards between his fingers, and handed them to Shum.

Xiu En extended a finger, and the new golden ring on the tip of his finger flashed, and a cluster of golden crow flames, no bigger than a match head, leaped onto the tarot card.

The tarot cards burst into a dark green flame the moment they came into contact with the fire!

"Hold on tight, you two!"

Constantine shouted.

The dark green flames suddenly contracted inward, turning into a vortex that swallowed the group whole!

The feeling of spatial transformation was fleeting, but the sensation of instantly shifting from an extremely oppressive indoor environment to a spacious and humid outdoor one still made Hal's stomach churn.

When he opened his eyes again, they were standing on a dock in Gotham City.

Before Hal could react, Constantine's tense voice rang out.

"Fuck, this is tough to deal with, so the reward will be less."

Following Constantine's gaze, one could see a middle-aged man with ruddy skin, dressed in a purple classical uniform, hovering in mid-air at the top of the crane on the dock.

He exuded an aura of fear.

It was a kingly fear stemming from the suppression of order and absolute power.

A mortal enemy that only Hal knows intimately.

Seneca.

In front of Sinestro, the Scarecrow Jonathan Klein floated unconscious with his eyes closed, seemingly bound by a force.

Sinestro reached out, and a ring shimmering with an ominous yellow light slowly emerged from his palm, then gently floated to the scarecrow's face.

Jonathan Klein.

"Deep within you, I see the purest fear of this depraved world. You know how to create fear, spread fear, and enjoy it; you possess the great potential to become one of us."

The yellow ring was worn on the scarecrow's thin finger!

"No! Sinestro!"

Without a second thought, Hal raised his hand and unleashed a powerful green energy cannon at Seneca!

However, Seneca raised his other hand.

A yellow shield made of fear energy appeared out of thin air, easily blocking Hal's hasty attack.

Good evening, Jordan.

Sinestro finally turned his cold gaze to the three people on the ground.

"It seems I've recruited another excellent soldier who understands how to effectively utilize power, even better than you. Your legion is always so weak and inefficient."

As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow portal opened behind him, emanating an aura of fear and order a hundred times stronger than the one here.

Sinestro, with his newly recruited yellow-light recruits, was ready to leave calmly in full view of everyone.