A month ago, aliens descended on Earth and had an extremely fierce battle with Superman.

This battle involved many cities and regions, and even caused the earth to fluctuate violently in a short period of time. Some scientists who stayed by the monitoring instruments even thought that the earth was about to be destroyed.

The worst-hit city was Gotham City.

Wayne Building was cut in the middle in this fight.

The entire city suffered numerous casualties.

The perspective turns to Superman. After this battle, he did not stop his activities, but appeared in people's field of vision more frequently. Every time he appeared, a group or a person was saved by him.

The explosions and flames that Hong Fei saw that night were not Superman punishing evildoers, but saving people. Hong Fei also saw this incident on the news. . It is speculated that Clark found the explosion while driving to New York, so he abandoned the car and flew back. After the rescue, he flew back and met Hong Fei on foot on the road the next day.

Superman repelled the aliens, knowing that the aliens came for him after all, and his frequent appearances and the help of human beings regardless of their identity made him accumulate unimaginable popularity in a short period of time.

So, in another city, people have begun to prepare to build a statue of Superman.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are indeed not the same.

"There is still less than a year and a half." Hong Fei whispered.

Superman and Batman will fight.

But it would be rash to end with the word "Martha".

Master Hong hopes that it can be more exciting.

One year and five months is enough for him to do a lot.

Again, this is not a picture and a reminder of "18 months later" that flashed between "The Body of Superman" and "Dawn of Justice."

If the unblocking goes well, then after one year and five months, let it happen naturally.

If it doesn't go well, kill that Luthor and then take the initiative to make it happen when he likes it.

Of course, the latter is just a backup plan under the principle of "expecting the enemy to be lenient". Hong Fei doesn't actually think that he will accomplish nothing in nearly a year and a half.

Putting away the phone, Hong Fei looked at the front of the car with his eyes out of focus, and whispered, "Arthur."

"gentlemen."

"Report your results."

"Okay, sir. I've found quite a few people based on the names, appearances, and addresses you provided."

"speak."

"The first, Floyd Lawton, nicknamed "Dead Shot". He is the most sought-after professional killer in the world, with a deadly range of up to 4000 meters, especially good at using 9mm pistols and Grint machine guns, revolvers, Flare gun, potato cannon, M1 carbine, rocket launcher, large-caliber short-barrel pistol, Uzi light automatic gun, grenade launcher, .44 caliber Desert Eagle pistol, musket..."

The more Hong Fei listened, the brighter his eyes became, especially when he heard that the other party was good at some large-caliber weapons, that was the little cutie that Master Hong still loved even after he became the Dragon King.

But Arthur read it too long.

"Arthur, get to the point."

"Okay sir, Deadshot is good at so many kinds of weapons, so it is also called 'Human Armory'. According to the address you provided in Louisiana, I found a special area, although it is ostensibly called Belle However, in fact, the management is very strict, and the internal system is not connected to the external connection. Through the analysis of the material transportation system and satellite monitoring, it is found that this is a special area with strict defense, and then the private equipment of the employees in the area is used. Invasion, eventually uncovering keywords like 'Floyd' and 'Dead Shot', established that he was indeed being held in this place, it was actually a prison."

Hong Fei raised his eyebrows: "Very good, then you think that the management is strict and the defense is strict. With my current ability and equipment, can I defeat them?"

"Okay." Arthur said without hesitation.

Hong Fei smiled: "Very good, I think you have become a little smarter, and now you've 'upgraded' from paramecia to coral."

"Thank you sir. But the relationship between protozoa and cnidaria is not an escalation."

Hong Fei's smile stayed on the skin: "I know, it seems that you are still a paramecia. Go on!"

"Floyd has a daughter and an ex-wife, and I find that his family is currently being closely monitored by a special unit."

"Take a look at those who monitor them, scrutinize and infiltrate the department."

"OK."

Family is the biggest weakness of Deadshot, especially his daughter.

If the safety of the family cannot be solved, then even if Hong Fei fishes him out of the sanatorium, the other party can use this to coerce him to go back by himself.

Hong Fei's understanding of DC is very ordinary, far less than his understanding of Marvel.

Why does he remember this dead shot?

Because the other party looks exactly like Will Smith, Master Hong focused on martial arts in his last life, but he would watch movies besides playing games on weekdays.

Right now, Hong Fei's own energy has been sealed, and the Eye of Death cannot be used. With his excellent eyesight, powerful body control, and the fur that he heard from Frank about the key to sniping, he sniped and killed a district councillor and gang leader who was stacking arhat, driving a train, and making sandwich biscuits from a few hundred meters away. .

This is a very dazzling record, but it is too far from the 4000 meters of dead shooting. This is not a relationship of multiplying the distance by several times. As the distance increases, the difficulty will also increase exponentially.

Secondly, the opponent is proficient in the manipulation of many weapons, and in the future, he can swipe many skill cards from him that are conducive to improving Master Hong's artillery ability.

In the end, he needs a super hitman to create some cases that can attract strong public opinion.

"Next."

"Sir, the name you mentioned is Harley Quinn, and no clues have been found that fit the corresponding description, but another woman named Harleen Quinzein has been found, she is a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. "

"Eh?" Hong Fei raised his tone suddenly, "Are you sure she's still a doctor now? I mean, have you noticed that she's starting to look different, whether it's a sudden deep depression, or Crazy?"

"Sir, I have hacked all of her personal devices and home cameras, and from a comprehensive analysis of her facial expression, behavior, and chat history, there are currently no symptoms like you said. But she did encounter trouble recently. , she would often stay up late at night for a patient."

"Patient? Clown?"

"Yes, codename J."

Hong Fei's eyebrows moved down, and after a while, he said, "Help me ask her out."

"What time?"

"My off-duty time, as soon as possible."

"OK."

"Next."

"Dig Harkness, nicknamed 'Captain Boomerang'. Aussie, he's been to every bank in Australia at least once, and now he's in the US and is planning a bank robbery in Central City.

Chado Santana, nicknamed 'The Demon of Vengeance'. A former gang member, he has the ability to control the human body to ignite. During a debt collection process, he burned down the house where the local gang members gathered, but found that there were some innocent women and children inside, so Chado surrendered to the police and was sentenced to guilt. death penalty. Currently also at Bell Reeve Nursing Home.

Waylon Jones, nicknamed 'The Killer Crocodile'. Born with an atavistic disease, the body keeps growing scales, eventually becoming more and more like a crocodile. He is currently imprisoned at the Bell Reeve Nursing Home. "

Hearing this, Hong Fei nodded and commented: "Hmm, so, Bell Reeve Prison in Louisiana, hit Death Shot, Revenge Demon, and Killer Crocodile, Boomerang was in Central City, and Harleen Quinzein was in Central City. Arkham. So, what's the most important one?"

"June Moore, the archaeologist, is currently under strict supervision by Amanda Waller."

"address."

"Washington DC."

"Monitor all of Amanda Waller."

"Sorry, sir, her alert level is very high, and she is still invading slowly, otherwise it may cause the other party's awareness."

"you are too slow."

"Sir, if there are more servers, I can be faster and grow by learning."

"There will be. But you know, my money is still in the bank."

Hong Fei put one hand on the steering wheel and scratched his itchy arm with the other.

June Moore, an unremarkable archaeologist, but a very powerful "charm witch" for her physical grounds. The witch's magical power is very powerful, and at its peak, she can even use the transformed teeth to cut Superman's body. However, it was not long after the witch was released at this time. Although the magical power is very good in comparison, it is based on Hong Fei's vision. It looks normal.

Witch, Harleen, Deadshot, Killer Crocodile, Revenge Demon, Boomerang.

This is Hong Fei's ordering.

It has nothing to do with strength, it only represents how much Hong Fei attaches to them.

It stands to reason that the strength and importance of witches are ranked first. Hong Fei should first cut Amanda Waller, get the witch's heart, and then control the witch can achieve a lot of things that he can't do with his current ability. to things.

However, the road has to go step by step.

Amanda Waller is a good chess player. He can put more pressure on the upper government through the perspective and knowledge of this black woman. It would be a pity to kill him now.

So the most practical thing is to go to Bell Reeve Prison first to fish out Deadshot, Killer Crocodile and Vengeful Demon, kidnap Harleen away from Arkham at the same time, and let the Boomerang die in Central City. , the witch has to be ranked last.

With a soft sound, the co-pilot's door opened, and policewoman Cora sat in with a twist of her buttocks, then threw a map to Hong Fei.

A street area on the map is covered by a red line.

"That's our patrol area, let's go!" Cora said as she fastened her seat belt.

Hong Fei glanced at it, put down the map, and drove off.

It is said that few people in the Marvel Cinematic Universe have enjoyed the treatment of Hong Fei as a driver, and this little policewoman is blessed.

The vehicle drove to the patrol area, and Hong Fei stepped aside to reduce the speed and move forward slowly.

After detouring for a week, Cora pointed to the supermarket not far ahead: "Park to the parking space at the intersection over there."

After parking, the two got out of the car one after another.

Cora: "You wait for me here, this area is safe, but never let your guard down."

Hong Fei nodded.

Cora turned her head into the supermarket.

He leaned back against the door with his arms folded, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, feeling the difference even more.

These people have no special impression of the police. When they glance at them casually, they feel as if they have seen a street girl: when there is no need, they simply do not want the other party to appear in their field of vision. This is a spirit of raising the pants and not recognizing the person.

Of course, the above description only applies to white people.

If it's black...

Hong Fei glanced over, his eyes lifted from a black guy.

In an instant, the other party instinctively showed the empty hands in his pockets, and then lifted the hood on his head. When walking, his hands deliberately maintained a position and posture that could be seen by Hong Fei at all times.

Good, you can breathe. Hong Fei silently complained in his heart with no expression on his face.

Looking away, the other party took a deep breath.

This is a very boring phenomenon.

Anti-discrimination has been implemented for more than 100 years, and its popularity has never diminished. There is some truth to the saying "the more you pay attention, the more you lack".

Up to now, anti-discrimination is about to go crazy, and even other groups are stunned.

To say they were fighting for equality, they did fight, but their struggle was insignificant compared to the forces of the opposite. Nine, why?

By mouth gun? Are you poor? Because of your lack of strength?

The souls of the Indians are always watching you!

From beginning to end, the discriminated people have never obtained any rights through their own efforts. All their current rights are given to them by real interest groups in order to grab more benefits.

In layman's terms, this is a chastity archway erected for themselves by those in power using their existence.

That's all for others to see.

All the male thieves and female prostitutes were hidden behind this gorgeous archway.

This arch has another name: Human Rights - American.

"What are you thinking?" A call pulled Hong Fei back from his divergent thinking, turned his head, and saw Cora handing over a bag of donuts.

"Patroling is not easy. We can't just stay in one place, and we can't always drive. Only by walking by ourselves can we eliminate more potential hidden dangers."

Hong Fei nodded silently, took the bag and followed Cora's footsteps.

"You are lucky. I checked. The security situation here is not bad. There have only been more than 40 cases in the past year, and there are no serious crimes, so your gun may be useless."

In a year, more than 40 cases, not a lot of Hong Fei is not easy to judge, but since Cora said so, then reluctantly believe her once.

It's two blocks from the hotel bombing.

The two wandered around for a long time, but they did not find any special circumstances. At dusk, half of the donuts in the bag went down.

Hong Fei didn't take a bite, and was swallowed by Cora.

"Aren't you hungry?" Cora asked with a frown while chewing.

"Not hungry."

"Then are you not tired?"

"Not tired."

Cora nodded, showing satisfaction for the first time in her eyes: "Your physical strength is not bad, this is very important, and it will be used in future pursuits or violent actions."

Hong Fei nodded, he looked at Cora's flat belly, and was a little worried about Neil, this girl is very likely to become a big fat man in the future, Neil may be killed by a butt, but Neil's body fat is not Less, maybe it can help him buffer.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the duty is over.

The two returned to the police station to hand over the car, and before parting in the locker room, Cora said again: "Come early tomorrow, and you're doing pretty well today."

"thanks."

Ten minutes later, Hong Fei changed into a suit and left.

Before taking a few steps on the street, Constantine suddenly stuck out his head from the alley and beckoned to Hong Fei.

Entering the alley, Hong Fei said indifferently, "Is something wrong?"

Constantine twitched his face: "Officer Hong, let's not say we are half a partner, right?"

"There is no cooperation, only employment. What about the things you want to check?"

"Well, it's not like you don't know. I was detained for a long time, and I finally cleared the suspicion and left the police station. Where can I investigate?"

"Then you can go now."

"Yes, that's what I planned. But before that, can we get to know each other better?"

Hong Fei narrowed his eyes.

Constantine smiled: "Bar, please. How is it?"

After a three-second pause, Hong Fei nodded: "Yes."

"Haha, come on, get in the car!" He reached out his hand to hook Hong Fei's shoulder.

Hong Fei moved sideways and staggered: "Put your claws farther away."

Constantine is bisexual, and he has not only talked about a boyfriend, he has had ambiguous relationships with many men and women, and they may be comrades in arms or enemies, and even the other party may not be human.

He is an exorcist, and he can also be a demon.

"Hey, okay, no problem." Constantine was not annoyed, put his hands in his pockets, and took Hong Fei into an old and broken car.

In the car, Hong Fei smelled some weird protein taste and couldn't help frowning.

"What did you do in the car?"

Constantine laughed without looking back: "I've done everything you can think of."

Hong Fei turned his head and saw that silk stockings, underwear, and paper **** were cluttered on the seat at the back.

Putting down the car window, Hong Fei sighed heavily: "Aren't you disgusting?"

"What am I disgusting about myself?"

"The stockings and bra are yours too?"

"That's not true, but I don't remember who it was."

"Oh, you are driving this broken car, and there are people who are willing to get in?"

"Ugly people need to rely on cars to support their appearance, otherwise those girls don't even look at him at all, but I'm different."

"You are poor and ugly."

Constantine shrugged: "I don't mind you saying that at all, but the girl who used to lie in your position yelling and screaming, certainly doesn't think so."

Hong Fei moved his body uncomfortably and sighed: "I have to say, you're disgusting to me."

Constantine burst out laughing.

Not long after, the two came to the street where the hotel bombing occurred.

When he got out of the car and walked through the area blocked by the police, Constantine raised his eyebrows at Hong Fei.

Hong Fei's eyes did not look sideways, and his face did not fluctuate.

After passing that place, Constantine gave a thumbs up: "You are amazing, dare to think and do it, I wanted to send that fat woman to **** a long time ago. But did you throw my phone there on purpose? "

"yes."

Konstantin's smile stopped, his question was actually a certainty, but he certainly didn't expect Hong Fei to admit it so frankly.

Finally, the two walked into a dark alley, Constantine stepped forward and knocked on the iron door, and then Hong Fei entered it with familiarity.

Passing through the corridor and descending the stairs, the loud and harsh music and clamor suddenly rushed to the face.

The lights were deliberately turned burgundy, and the air was filled with a variety of complex smells such as alcohol, tobacco, perfume, and sweat.

When I entered, every corner was full of people, and those who had no place could only barely find a gap to stand. Most of the people's eyes were focused on the central circular stage.

There are steel poles, iron cages, chains, and scantily clad dancers scratching their heads and posing, causing the audience to let out waves of wolf howls. As the music progresses, their clothes become less and less, and sooner or later there will be nothing left.

When Constantine entered such an environment, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown. He naturally followed others by roaring or whistling. When a maid with special service passed by, he would also pinch someone's ass. Put it, just stuff a small bill.

If there is no money, then what he will get is not the charming white eyes of the waitress, but an extremely fierce competition.

After pinching three pieces of **** in a row, Konstantin turned his head and smiled and said, "How is it, do you like this place?"

"Without further ado."

Hong Fei has absolutely no sexual interest in the women on the stage and the waitresses passing by.

"Cut, spoiler! Come with me."

Passing through the crowd, Hong Fei took off his suit jacket and stuffed it directly into the trash can in the corner.

Entering the box, the world suddenly became much quieter.

There were two rows of sofas, and there were drinks on the square table in the middle. Constantine picked up a bottle and unscrewed it.

Putting down the bottle, he hiccupped contentedly, then pulled out his cigarette, turned on the lighter with a ding, took a deep breath, and let out a thick groan of smoke.

No decadence, only uninhibited debauchery.

Hong Fei took off his suit jacket, tore off his tie with one hand, and stuffed them into the trash can.

Seeing this, Constantine sat up directly: "What are you doing? Those clothes aren't cheap, right?"

"It's not expensive, ten thousand."

"Hey!" Constantine gasped, and immediately got up and rushed to the trash can to pick up the jacket and pat it, "No, you can give it to me, we are about the same height and size, and I can wear whatever you can wear. "

Hong Fei unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of his shirt, leaned back, and raised his legs: "Then you should also need that tie."

"I don't lack."

"Seven thousand."

Constantine immediately bent over.

Seeing that he put the two things on the seat, Hong Fei said directly: "If you need money, you shouldn't be short of money."

Constantine chuckled disdainfully: "Is this what you rich people think?"

"Don't you know magic? Some unique supernatural events cannot be solved by ordinary people, and you can charge high prices."

"Well said, but people who need to solve problems usually don't have much money, and rich people naturally have other people to help. Also, magic has a price."

"You like money?"

"Of course! Who doesn't like money? If I had money, I could live here every day."

"You can have better."

"It's better for me here."

Hong Fei laughed. He lowered his head and adjusted his sleeves and asked, "Really? Do you like sports cars? The limited-edition kind."

Constantine blinked in surprise.

Hong Fei continued: "There are many kinds of women, some are dancing outside, some are waiters, some are model stars, career-oriented, family-oriented, political type, scientific research type, and even hero type. You, really only like the first two?"

Constantine's eyes blinked quickly.

"Liquor, there are several dollars, tens of hundreds, and tens of thousands or even better. The same is true for cigarettes. Have you ever tried cigars priced in thousands? Bet, you like to calculate with your whole body pockets. How much can you vote this round so that you won't be hungry next time, or sit in a splendid hall, surrounded by women, enjoying the above-mentioned tobacco and alcohol, and carelessly pushing out the mountains of chips in front of you?"

"Okay, you devil! It's really better here, but it's far from the best! Don't talk about it! I know it all!" Constantine was a little excited, probably this was the defense.

Hong Fei shook his head and chuckled softly.

Of the above mentioned, apart from the family type, scientific research type and hero type, he has not enjoyed all the others.

But that didn't stop him from bragging. At least, he could do it himself if he had seen it, but he just didn't want to.

Therefore, it is always easy to be believed by people who are really awesome, and Constantine has no doubts at all.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt, took a sip of wine, and rubbed his face with both hands fiercely. After letting go, his expression suddenly became serious.

"who are you?"

Hong Fei smiled: "Why do you ask that?"

"Breath! Everyone has a trajectory in the world~lightnovelpub.net~ Everywhere you pass will leave your breath, but you don't, your breath suddenly appeared outside Gotham City, and then came all the way New York, that's all you have." Constantine stared at Hong Fei's eyes: "It's impossible."

"everything is possible."

"You're not from this world. Where are you from, heaven? Hell? Are you an angel? Or a demon?"

Hong Fei suddenly thought of the "Angel Wings" fusion card, which was six pairs of wings. It was originally intended for Zhao Hailun, but because the number of pad cards was insufficient, he brought it along with him.

"What do you think?"

"I think... you are not a demon, let alone an angel."

"reason."

Constantine grinned: "I suspect that you are being targeted by the devil!"