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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0342_part_02
Chapter 817
chapter 0342 part 2
"Before we leave, can I have an archery competition with Oliver Queen? I've always wanted to know whose archery is better between the two of us!" Seeing Captain America didn't say anything, Hawkeye added, "My daughter wants to know too!"
Captain America had a deadpan expression. The emotion from just now vanished instantly, and he even had the impulse to throw the Shield in his hand.
Give back my emotional moment, you Bastard!
Hawkeye looked at Captain America, who had his back to him, and quietly sighed. He touched the little bear keychain on his waist, a birthday Gift his daughter had given him.
He didn't need anyone's pity. He would find his loved ones again, he definitely would! Bruce Wayne, driving the Golf Cart, didn't head towards the Manor's main building but instead deviated from the main road and drove towards a small path. The bumpy road instantly woke up the drowsy John Constantine.
He rubbed his Forehead and took out the Sapphire-inlaid oak Cigar Box from his brown Trench Coat again. He took out a Cigar from inside, trimmed it, and lit it.
He raised his head, meeting Bruce Wayne's sharp, scrutinizing Gaze in the Rearview mirror.
"Luxury stuff rolled on the thighs of Cuban virgins, have one!"
Bruce Wayne looked at the Sapphire-inlaid oak Cigar Box Constantine handed over. His gaze scanned over the logo formed by the diamond chips on the Cigar Box, and he silently noted it down.
"You know I don't smoke!" Bruce Wayne declined Constantine's kind offer and said instead, "Looking at you, it seems you've struck it rich!"
Bruce Wayne understood his Old Friend. Although he possessed Black Magic Means that were difficult for ordinary people to understand, he was a veritable pauper.
It wasn't that he was poor; the little Money he earned from Exorcism was either spent on buying Magic Weapons, or on drinking, smoking, and call girls. Many times, the Money on him never exceeded a thousand.
As for why Bruce Wayne knew so much, after all, Wayne Enterprises controlled several Banks, and one of them had John Constantine's Bank account! Whether Bruce Wayne acquired the Bank first and then Constantine opened the Account,
or because Constantine opened an Account at this Bank first and Wayne Enterprises subsequently acquired the Bank, that's open to interpretation!
In any case, in Bruce Wayne, the Batman's Encrypted Computer, there was a Watch List. Naturally, the one ranked first was the God Among Men, Superman! However, John Constantine's name had never fallen out of the top five.
After all, this Old Friend could be said to have an extensive Criminal Record. Many Magic Out of Control Incidents were more or less related to him.
Although he had actively invited this Old Friend, John Constantine, to Gotham City this time, to be safe, Bruce Wayne used every means, including two surveillance Satellites and Cameras throughout the city, monitoring every move of this Black Magic Master.
He certainly didn't want to wake up to find Demons wreaking havoc everywhere in Gotham City. Those villains were already enough to give him a Headache!
Therefore, Bruce Wayne knew everything about the little actions John Constantine made at the Gotham Dam after he left.
However, due to his lack of understanding of Dark Magic, he didn't know the intention behind the Magic Array Constantine drew! "You mean this? This is Remuneration given in advance for a favor I promised to do for an Important Figure!"
John Constantine shook the Cigar Box towards Bruce Wayne and put the Cigar Box back inside his Trench Coat.
This Cigar Box wasn't a Normal Cigar Box. Some kind of Space Magic he couldn't understand had been cast upon it; Cigars could be continuously drawn out from inside.
For a heavy smoker like him, he wouldn't trade this Thing for a Divine Artifact. John Constantine closed his eyes slightly while smoking the Cigar, using the Cigar to relieve the swelling sensation in his Head.
The Little Bat monitoring him was within his expectations. He understood this guy; he guarded against all dangers, and even his own people were no exception.
The reason his Head hurt and he was drowsy wasn't because he had actually Summoned two Succubi to party all night, although he had done that before.
He spent the whole night doing Research, trying to find the Magic Mark left on him by the Dimensional Evil God named Tang. But he tried all sorts of magic, from Dark Magic from the time of Solomon to Divine Prayer from Heaven, and even some Demonic Curse Arts, but none succeeded. He even used a Feather plucked from the wing of Archangel Gabriel as a Medium, but still couldn't find the magic Tang had cast upon him.
He didn't leave any means on him? No, that's definitely impossible. Judging others by himself, Constantine didn't believe that guy wouldn't leave a Backup Plan on him. It was just that His means clearly exceeded the scope of his understanding.
And to find Curse Magic cast by an Evil God or Demon, based on his years of experience immersed in the field of magic, he first needed to know the Origin of that Tang.
"Perhaps, I should find some time to go to The East another day. I remember Zatanna saying her mentor was a mystic scholar from The East!"
John Constantine touched the string of translucent Bone Beads on his Wrist, remembering a certain Hybrid Witch he had met during an Exorcism.
He felt he should take a trip to The East. Perhaps there were records about Tang in Eastern Mysticism.
The Golf Cart drove along the small path towards the back of the Manor. There was a Waterfall there, and behind the Waterfall was the location of the Batcave.
Neither Bruce Wayne nor John Constantine noticed that two little Things, like flying ants, were closely following behind the white Golf Cart.
"We searched all over the Manor but couldn't find Star-Lord. Looks like he's hidden in the Batcave!"
The shrunk-down Black Widow had Thrusters loaded under her feet, following beside Iron Man in Ant-Man form.
"Tony, it's hard to imagine that people from comics actually exist. Do you think it's possible that we're also people from a comic story!? Superheroes, Iron Man, and the Avengers, this kind of setting is too similar to comics!"
A hint of confusion flashed in Black Widow's eyes. If she was truly a comic created by someone, she somewhat didn't understand the meaning of her life.
She received inhuman training in the Red Room, served the fallen empire for over ten years, then joined S.H.I.E.L.D., working hard for so-called World Peace, her hands stained with the Blood of countless people.
She even sacrificed the right to be a mother for this.
She was different from Tony Stark and Hawkeye; they had their own families, but her? She had nothing at all!
Now, to be told that everything she had done was just a story created by others, it was somewhat difficult for her to accept.
"Comics? I don't think anyone could create someone as smart as Tony Stark," Tony, in Ant-Man form, noticed Natasha Romanoff's tone was a bit off. He said comfortingly, "The Knowledge I possess, and the Iron Suit and Arc Reactor I created, I don't think a bunch of Nerds who draw comics have that kind of Knowledge! They can't even figure out middle school Physics."
"Hmm, perhaps the stories from our World were captured by the surface consciousness of people from other Universes, and they recorded this Information in the form of comics, which then became comics!"
"Just like here, this Wayne Manor. If this were truly a comic World, wouldn't we have traveled from a three-dimensional World to a two-dimensional World? That's fundamentally impossible in Physics!"
"Before we leave, can I have an archery competition with Oliver Queen? I've always wanted to know whose archery is better between the two of us!" Seeing Captain America didn't say anything, Hawkeye added, "My daughter wants to know too!"
Captain America had a deadpan expression. The emotion from just now vanished instantly, and he even had the impulse to throw the Shield in his hand.
Give back my emotional moment, you Bastard!
Hawkeye looked at Captain America, who had his back to him, and quietly sighed. He touched the little bear keychain on his waist, a birthday Gift his daughter had given him.
He didn't need anyone's pity. He would find his loved ones again, he definitely would! Bruce Wayne, driving the Golf Cart, didn't head towards the Manor's main building but instead deviated from the main road and drove towards a small path. The bumpy road instantly woke up the drowsy John Constantine.
He rubbed his Forehead and took out the Sapphire-inlaid oak Cigar Box from his brown Trench Coat again. He took out a Cigar from inside, trimmed it, and lit it.
He raised his head, meeting Bruce Wayne's sharp, scrutinizing Gaze in the Rearview mirror.
"Luxury stuff rolled on the thighs of Cuban virgins, have one!"
Bruce Wayne looked at the Sapphire-inlaid oak Cigar Box Constantine handed over. His gaze scanned over the logo formed by the diamond chips on the Cigar Box, and he silently noted it down.
"You know I don't smoke!" Bruce Wayne declined Constantine's kind offer and said instead, "Looking at you, it seems you've struck it rich!"
Bruce Wayne understood his Old Friend. Although he possessed Black Magic Means that were difficult for ordinary people to understand, he was a veritable pauper.
It wasn't that he was poor; the little Money he earned from Exorcism was either spent on buying Magic Weapons, or on drinking, smoking, and call girls. Many times, the Money on him never exceeded a thousand.
As for why Bruce Wayne knew so much, after all, Wayne Enterprises controlled several Banks, and one of them had John Constantine's Bank account! Whether Bruce Wayne acquired the Bank first and then Constantine opened the Account,
or because Constantine opened an Account at this Bank first and Wayne Enterprises subsequently acquired the Bank, that's open to interpretation!
In any case, in Bruce Wayne, the Batman's Encrypted Computer, there was a Watch List. Naturally, the one ranked first was the God Among Men, Superman! However, John Constantine's name had never fallen out of the top five.
After all, this Old Friend could be said to have an extensive Criminal Record. Many Magic Out of Control Incidents were more or less related to him.
Although he had actively invited this Old Friend, John Constantine, to Gotham City this time, to be safe, Bruce Wayne used every means, including two surveillance Satellites and Cameras throughout the city, monitoring every move of this Black Magic Master.
He certainly didn't want to wake up to find Demons wreaking havoc everywhere in Gotham City. Those villains were already enough to give him a Headache!
Therefore, Bruce Wayne knew everything about the little actions John Constantine made at the Gotham Dam after he left.
However, due to his lack of understanding of Dark Magic, he didn't know the intention behind the Magic Array Constantine drew! "You mean this? This is Remuneration given in advance for a favor I promised to do for an Important Figure!"
John Constantine shook the Cigar Box towards Bruce Wayne and put the Cigar Box back inside his Trench Coat.
This Cigar Box wasn't a Normal Cigar Box. Some kind of Space Magic he couldn't understand had been cast upon it; Cigars could be continuously drawn out from inside.
For a heavy smoker like him, he wouldn't trade this Thing for a Divine Artifact. John Constantine closed his eyes slightly while smoking the Cigar, using the Cigar to relieve the swelling sensation in his Head.
The Little Bat monitoring him was within his expectations. He understood this guy; he guarded against all dangers, and even his own people were no exception.
The reason his Head hurt and he was drowsy wasn't because he had actually Summoned two Succubi to party all night, although he had done that before.
He spent the whole night doing Research, trying to find the Magic Mark left on him by the Dimensional Evil God named Tang. But he tried all sorts of magic, from Dark Magic from the time of Solomon to Divine Prayer from Heaven, and even some Demonic Curse Arts, but none succeeded. He even used a Feather plucked from the wing of Archangel Gabriel as a Medium, but still couldn't find the magic Tang had cast upon him.
He didn't leave any means on him? No, that's definitely impossible. Judging others by himself, Constantine didn't believe that guy wouldn't leave a Backup Plan on him. It was just that His means clearly exceeded the scope of his understanding.
And to find Curse Magic cast by an Evil God or Demon, based on his years of experience immersed in the field of magic, he first needed to know the Origin of that Tang.
"Perhaps, I should find some time to go to The East another day. I remember Zatanna saying her mentor was a mystic scholar from The East!"
John Constantine touched the string of translucent Bone Beads on his Wrist, remembering a certain Hybrid Witch he had met during an Exorcism.
He felt he should take a trip to The East. Perhaps there were records about Tang in Eastern Mysticism.
The Golf Cart drove along the small path towards the back of the Manor. There was a Waterfall there, and behind the Waterfall was the location of the Batcave.
Neither Bruce Wayne nor John Constantine noticed that two little Things, like flying ants, were closely following behind the white Golf Cart.
"We searched all over the Manor but couldn't find Star-Lord. Looks like he's hidden in the Batcave!"
The shrunk-down Black Widow had Thrusters loaded under her feet, following beside Iron Man in Ant-Man form.
"Tony, it's hard to imagine that people from comics actually exist. Do you think it's possible that we're also people from a comic story!? Superheroes, Iron Man, and the Avengers, this kind of setting is too similar to comics!"
A hint of confusion flashed in Black Widow's eyes. If she was truly a comic created by someone, she somewhat didn't understand the meaning of her life.
She received inhuman training in the Red Room, served the fallen empire for over ten years, then joined S.H.I.E.L.D., working hard for so-called World Peace, her hands stained with the Blood of countless people.
She even sacrificed the right to be a mother for this.
She was different from Tony Stark and Hawkeye; they had their own families, but her? She had nothing at all!
Now, to be told that everything she had done was just a story created by others, it was somewhat difficult for her to accept.
"Comics? I don't think anyone could create someone as smart as Tony Stark," Tony, in Ant-Man form, noticed Natasha Romanoff's tone was a bit off. He said comfortingly, "The Knowledge I possess, and the Iron Suit and Arc Reactor I created, I don't think a bunch of Nerds who draw comics have that kind of Knowledge! They can't even figure out middle school Physics."
"Hmm, perhaps the stories from our World were captured by the surface consciousness of people from other Universes, and they recorded this Information in the form of comics, which then became comics!"
"Just like here, this Wayne Manor. If this were truly a comic World, wouldn't we have traveled from a three-dimensional World to a two-dimensional World? That's fundamentally impossible in Physics!"
