Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"This is... an item from a brand-new, unclaimed transcendental system?!"

Chapter 135 You're really high and mighty, stop acting all cutesy!

"stop!"

I said stop!

Constantine suddenly slammed on the brakes, his demeanor instantly changing. He used a trick, paying an even higher price, to prevent the release of the spell artifact, firmly grasping it in his hand, quickly putting it away and hiding it in his four-dimensional backside. Then, he waved his hand, straightened his slovenly detective uniform, and coughed twice.

"Look at you! Everyone praises you, Batman, as a great guy, a hero, a masked vigilante, and this is all the vision you have? I'm heartbroken!"

"What's wrong with this world? Is this all Gotham needs? Are the requirements so low that guys who come up and start beating people without saying a word can be praised? That's truly a bizarre sight."

"Don't you even look at my aura, or my reputation as Constantine! I've been around for so long longer than you, and I've saved countless lives all over the world. If you were to harm even a single hair on my head, it would be a loss for the entire world!"

"How dare you bully your savior like this? Look at yourself, do you even resemble a superhero anymore? You're shameless, Batman!"

In short, first, a set of smooth little combos is used to slap on the moral label.

Batman did stop. If he could, he wouldn't want to antagonize Constantine, a local magic expert, but he remained unmoved by the accusations the scoundrel was making.

Are you kidding me? How do you think he spent those two years as Batman in Gotham? Forget the trolley problem, moral dilemmas that are several times more sophisticated and advanced than the trolley problem have been presented by characters like the Joker and Two-Face more than once.

Now that things have come to this, you can label me however you want, but if I even flinch over a moral issue, I'll consider it a loss.

"Uh……"

Constantine was speechless. Wait a minute, even though he was the one who launched the sneak attack first, shouldn't this kind of rhetoric be able to break down the defenses of these superheroes regardless of whether they are right or wrong?

Dude, you're heartless! You're completely unmoved!

Constantine was sweating profusely and could only manage a weak "You're really high and mighty!"

"Stop acting cute!"

Batman retorted in a husky voice, "Isn't it you who needs morality the most? Vandalizing public property, causing trouble out of nothing, and wantonly disrupting the peace of Gotham—that alone is enough to send you to jail to reflect on your actions. If the world has fallen to the point where it needs a savior like you, then it truly deserves to die."

“Answer me, Constantine, do you want to go to Blackgate Prison and offer your white, tender buttocks to the guards and your cellmates, or do you want to confess and come with me?”

Scum!

A complete and utter scumbag!

Constantine and Batman exchanged a sharp glance, and in just a few words, they were able to analyze each other's personalities. Regardless of their principles, when it came to being bad, neither of them hesitated to transform into sufficiently despicable scum.

They're all trash now.

Constantine cursed under his breath, "Why was I born if I had to be born like this?!"

His tried-and-true tactic of using low morality to destroy high morality has failed time and again, which is really unpleasant. He is now experiencing the feeling of having nowhere to start again.

Having no weaknesses is good, sigh.

No wonder his former enemies always had a constipated expression when dealing with him. Now that it's his turn to deal with a scumbag powerhouse who has no weaknesses like himself, he finally understands that feeling.

"I prefer to be proactive, not passive."

Constantine steadied himself, pulled out a lighter, lit a cheap cigarette, and replied melancholically, while giving Batman a flirtatious wink, "Want to try it with me?"

Batman, with his iron fist, said, "I don't mind wasting my time with you."

Constantine suddenly found that even cigarettes didn't taste good anymore.

No, he clearly gathered intelligence before approaching Gotham. Everyone says Batman is always busy 24/7, so how come he just happened to be in a lull in his schedule?

Sigh, God is blind! I really want to fuck God's stinking shit ass.

"Oh well, whatever, I guess I'm just unlucky."

Constantine scratched his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and offered his hands, giving up the fight and accepting the shackles.

Batman's time is worthless, but Constantine's time is incredibly valuable. Instead of wasting time scheming against this madman, he'd rather visit a few more brothels and experience the life of a Gothamite.

After all, this place had always been so terrifying that even though he had occasionally gone to places not far from Gotham to exorcise demons, he had always deliberately avoided it and had never been here before.

Batman gave Constantine a deep look, then pulled out two alloy handcuffs from somewhere and threw them over from a distance. With sharp eyesight, he calculated and snapped them firmly, locking Constantine's hands and feet in place.

Then he took out a magical artifact to give himself a layer of protection before summoning the bat fighter jet. He hooked the grappling hook gun and leaped up to pull the laughing Constantine onto the jet.

Constantine was suspended below by the roaring fighter jets, restrained, and blown by the high-speed night winds of the high altitude, as he quickly drifted across the entire Gotham City.

Some of the Gotham residents below seemed unfazed and continued with their own business, while some children looked up and exclaimed, "Mommy, Mommy, look, look! Another supervillain!"

Many people might get beaten up by Batman, but only a group of supervillains are qualified to be hung on the back of the Batmobile or Batplane and blown around.

Even minor supervillains might not be able to enjoy this honor.

This practice is now even recognized by Gotham as one of the pieces of evidence for judging the status of villains.

"Supervillain? You're the supervillain! Your whole family are supervillains! Kids who talk nonsense will never grow breasts, will always be flat-chested and turn into ugly monsters with disfigurements, and boys will only have three centimeters for life, haha!"

Constantine didn't feel ashamed at all being hung up like that. He only sneered when he was called a supervillain. He was an undefined liberal who neither wanted to be a hero nor a villain.

So what if he's a kid? Anyone who dares to define him, kill him!

"Boom!"

As if it had heard Constantine's bullying of the Gothamites, the fighter jet, which was originally meant to protect his health, suddenly accelerated, causing Constantine to gulp down a large mouthful of air and feel instantly full.

That wasn't all; the rope connecting to the fighter jet was deliberately swaying, as if it wouldn't stop until it made him dizzy.

Hey, but sorry, Constantine may be physically weak, but he's protected by magic. You can't expect him to faint from this little bit of swaying.

Seeing Constantine's nonchalant attitude, Batman seemed to calm down. But as they approached a certain spot, he suddenly unleashed several long-lasting flashbangs without warning, causing Constantine to instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, the fighter jet had already brought him inside a bat cave.

"what?"

Constantine blinked blankly. In the eyes of outsiders, he was always the most elusive, the most mysterious, the one whose true nature and secrets were unknown to anyone, and the one who could come and go as he pleased.

But this time, the old bat really gave him a real mirror to look at himself.

Look, how do you feel when you encounter someone who is just as elusive and mysterious as you are, whose background and whereabouts are unknown, and whose origins and destinations are unpredictable?

Constantine only had one thing to say: "This is disgusting!"

Oh my god, how can there be such disgusting people in the world? If it were a real life-or-death battle, he didn't even dare to imagine how difficult the old bat would be. Just thinking about it gave him a headache. After thinking about it, the only ending he could come up with was mutual destruction.

Batman glanced at Constantine: "You're disgusting."

In other words, Constantine took the initiative to stop, seemingly with the intention of reconciliation. Otherwise, even if it wasn't a life-or-death battle, but just a friendly encounter where one side would prevail, it would probably still have disgusted him enough.

Who knows? Constantine seems unreliable, but when he fights, he's like a hedgehog, and a hedgehog with its belly covered in sharp quills. He's so cautious that he's completely flawless.

How can there be such people in the world?!

Seriously, in Gotham, at best only the Joker can be considered on par with Constantine; even Rayshogu and Bane aren't good enough.

Batman's sixth sense kept warning him that Constantine, though seemingly captured by him, could actually escape at any time, and must be hiding some formidable trump card.

That's why he only brought Constantine here. This place is called the Bat Cave, but it's not really. It's a base outside the Bat Cave system, and its layout is completely different from the Bat Cave.

Even if Constantine discovers the secrets of this place, the losses will be within an acceptable range.

Fortunately, although Constantine is on the same level in terms of ideas and abilities, he is clearly not a supervillain like the Joker who is anti-human and anti-social, which is some consolation.

Batman didn't touch Constantine at all, controlling the scumbag through the grappling hook, herding him into a prison-like space and isolating him before sitting down through the bars to have a proper conversation with Constantine.

Is this how you treat people?

Constantine gestured with his chin, "Even without women, there should at least be wine and meat, right?"

Batman remained silent, snapped his fingers, and a pre-programmed sequence was activated, efficiently delivering a bottle of aged, high-end French red wine and various premium canned goods.

"Alas, capitalists, alas, exploitation."

Constantine shook his head with a sigh, then opened the lid and began to eat heartily.

"The first question,"

Batman asked in a robotic voice, "What is your relationship with the Joker? What is your purpose in coming to Gotham?"

Logically speaking, unless you've just finished eating or have anorexia, just watching someone enjoy a delicious meal with a satisfied expression will trigger some instinct in your body. Even if you have no interest in eating, your throat will occasionally twitch.

But Batman really doesn't know any of that.

Constantine, who had been observing the old bat, was speechless. He completely gave up on the idea of ​​finding a weakness in the old bat.

"What else could it be but an enemy relationship?"

When asked about the old bat's first question, Constantine shrugged indifferently, "The man you sent has been harassing me. He gave me two conditions."

"Either I go to Metropolis with him and help him kidnap someone, or I come to Gotham and fight you. As you can see, I chose the latter."

Oh, clown.

Constantine really didn't want to recall this lunatic.

He wasn't afraid of the Joker. Although the madman was insane enough, he didn't have as many things as Batman had at the moment, so there was nothing Batman could do about him.

The main problem is that he can neither kill nor catch the Joker.

That madman is too slippery; he always pops up, causes trouble, and then runs away. You can't even trap him with magic.

At first, the Joker tried to play the trolley puzzle on him, which Constantine laughed at. But when he realized that this trick wasn't working, the Joker simply changed his approach.

How did he do it? It's simple: just as Constantine was about to leave after meeting the woman, he suddenly appeared, shouted "Merry Christmas," and set off firecrackers like crazy, over and over again.

So, Constantine can just stop seeing women, right?

Not at all.

The clown would also secretly switch his cigarettes and alcohol without him even realizing it, tampering with them—these tamperings, of course, were not fatal, or even harmful, but if they did cause harm, they would not escape Constantine's notice.

The problem is, no harm is needed; just making the tobacco and alcohol lose their flavor would be enough to make Constantine suffer.

Cigarettes, alcohol, women, and clowns directly exploited his three greatest passions, leaving Constantine completely dejected.

It's not that he's without ways to control the Joker; he has a trump card—the kind that can take the Joker down with him, ensuring that no matter how powerful the Joker is, he can't escape or survive.

The question is, is it worth it?

If the Joker continued to harass him like this for a long time, he would definitely feel it was worth it, but the Joker made a promise that as long as he chose one of the two options, he would never be harassed like this again.

Thinking about it, it's actually not bad, right?

"Constantine, it seems you're quite the liar."