I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 429
A month ago, after attending the scumbag's funeral, Constantine left Gotham again without saying goodbye and returned to London.

A few more days passed before he squatted on the toilet in the public toilet where the urine was pungent, took out the shrunken "Sika" cigarette case in his trouser pocket, took out one and held it in his hand, and just stared at the cigarette butt.

After a long time, he sighed bitterly and recited a mantra. A green-brown spore was extracted from the cigarette butt, and the spore unfolded into a tobacco leaf, with a human face floating on the leaf.

"Why did it take so long?" The swamp monster's dull voice came from Ye Ziren's face.

"My daddy went to hell and went back to Gotham, and then Rich insisted that I take the Paradise Hills phone." Constantine pulled out another cigarette and lit it, and the smoke blurred his bearded face. A little trick to get rid of that quantum ghost.

You certainly don't want Harley to know about the plan of the Life Council, right? "

The swamp monster was silent for a moment, and said: "Are you implying that she is not friendly to us? Could it be that she is firmly on the side of heaven?"

Constantine let out a puff of smoke, and said with a strange smile: "She is firmly on the side of her own interests.

As long as you can be sure that your interests are the same as hers, even if the enemy you face is her own parents, you don't have to worry about her betraying the alliance.

If the interests are inconsistent, even if you are her biological parents, don't believe that she will stand by your side. "

"I think I have the same interests as her, because she is also human and just saved the earth from the Kryptonians." Swamp Thing said.

Constantine was smoking a cigarette, looking at the ceiling with blurred eyes, and murmured: "Don't think about it, she can't be an ally!
She has already expressed her attitude - she hopes that Zed will successfully become the Virgin Mary.

That outcome was in Zed's best interest, and she chose to side with Zed. "

"Choosing Zed is choosing heaven?" Swamp Thing excitedly said, "It took tens of thousands of years of struggle for human beings to regain control of their own destiny from the hands of the gods.

The next era was supposed to be the prosperous age of human civilization.

But Heaven only used a mere Holy Son to steal the next 2000 years.

Does she want humans to be played by heaven for another 2000 years? "

"That's why I'm cooperating with you," Constantine spat out his cigarette butt, his eyes flashed sharply, "The next 2000 years must belong to human beings!"

"But Harry—"

Constantine raised his hand to interrupt it, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and you can't force it. Harley is a good friend, but she may not be a fellow traveler with the same goals."

"I understand the truth, but with her joining, I will feel more at ease." The swamp monster muttered.

Constantine lit another cigarette with a lighter, and said to himself: "Don't worry, I have convinced the demons that I am an absolutely reliable spy from hell and a guard of Satan.

At the same time, I have also taught Heaven to believe that I and the devil are irreconcilable through my previous actions against the devil.

Now hell and heaven think they control me, but I am your spy. "

The swamp monster said: "Harry is the best at this kind of task of wandering between multiple forces and being a multi-faceted spy."

"You don't trust me?" Constantine said with a wooden face, "If you don't trust me, why bother looking for me?"

"In principle, I still trust you very much, because you are Zed's lover, you have won her heart, and only you are the easiest to deceive her.

However, you have a better chance of success if you have Halle on hand to guide you. said the swamp monster.

Constantine's face was uncertain, "I don't want to lie to Zed, but this is the best choice, the only choice"

a week ago.

London, the corner of an alley.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the wind is piercing, and the damp cold wind seems to hide sharp scalpels, ready to penetrate people's flesh at any time.

"This is the best choice, the only choice, and I'm not wrong!"

Constantine murmured, raised his head with blurred eyes, and raised the empty wine bottle in his right hand, with the mouth of the bottle facing down, but no drop of wine flowed.

"Bang Dang!" He threw the bottle away cursing, staggered up from the corner, accidentally stepped on a few empty wine bottles on the ground, and slid forward.

"Plop—" He fell on the wet and cold concrete floor, and his mind became even more confused.

"How did John get into this?"

Benjamin, with a hole in his heart, squatted beside him, trying to poke his head with his fingers.

"Poor John, who took away your handsome and plump face?" Half-melted Ann Marie said pitifully.

Frank lifted his head and said with a smile: "His temper is still a bit worse than Harry's. He speaks nicely, but when it's time to do it, he starts to struggle again."

"John, don't give up on yourself, don't give up on yourself, at least you still have love. You still have Zed, she loves you, don't tell me you don't care about her!" the old man with bruises on his face persuaded.

"This buddy has some brain problems, who is it?" Frank asked.

"Hello, my name is Palmer Ray, John's friend." The old man smiled kindly.

"I said you're out of your mind, but you're still smiling at me?" Frank asked strangely.

The old man continued to laugh and said, "Brother, you are so handsome. You are my favorite. I can tolerate your rudeness."

"Fuck, you are really John's friend!" Frank took a few steps away in disgust.

"Ray, don't you know what John is struggling with? He's about to attack Zed!" Benjamin said.

"What shot, why don't I know?" Lei asked blankly.

Ann Marie said: "He is not a mage, his thinking is not as active as ours, and his memory is often lost."

Constantine groaned and groaned, raised his head, and shouted, "Can you please stop arguing, it's making my head hurt!"

Dad Kang leaned over and sighed, "John, don't torment yourself anymore, go back and take a shower and get a good night's sleep."

His body was pierced with seven or eight steel wire drying racks. His right palm and head were strung together on a hanger, and his left foot was strung together with his left arm. His posture was very strange, and his expression was very painful.

"The last thing I want to see you, go, go back to your hell!"

Constantine let out a low growl, and Dad Kang disappeared with a whoosh.

"Wow, John's talent is so strong, he has already started to restrain his thoughts." Ann Marie exclaimed: "It took more than a year for Harley to see me for the same magic attribute transformation on the deathbed."

"John's dying metamorphosis has only started two days, and it's about to end?" Benjamin exclaimed.

"You guys are so noisy!" Constantine cursed, and Ann Marie and Benjamin disappeared.

"John—"

As soon as Frank opened his mouth, he also disappeared.

"John, I can't understand what they are talking about, but since it is related to Zed, I am qualified to say a few words.

Because of taking you in, I was killed by the Holy Crusaders. Zed was also lost in my hands. I didn't protect her well. "The gay old man said.

"What do you want to say?" Constantine got up and fumbled in his pockets, but only found an empty cigarette box.

"Think about Zed, no matter what, she won't like you now."

Constantine said with a wry smile: "Just because I kept thinking about her, my spirit was stimulated and stimulated, and the second deathbed transformation started."

Lei sighed: "No matter what you want to do, being decadent and hesitant is always the worst choice.

You are a born winner, don't be a luscious escapist with alcohol. "

"You're right, doing or not doing it is better than hesitating."

Constantine sighed, got up, and the ghosts around him disappeared one by one.

He went back to the rental house to take a shower, shaved his beard, and combed his hair neatly. The handsome middle-aged man came back again.

On the evening of December 12rd, Glaston Castle, in the hollow of a big tree behind the headquarters of the Holy Crusade.

"John, you shouldn't be here," Zed said nervously.

Constantine held her hands with unprecedented seriousness: "Zed, I want to take you away."

Zed turned around and turned his back to him, his big eyes covered with a layer of wet sadness, "Sorry, John, this is my destiny, I was born for it."

"You don't love me anymore?" Constantine asked.

Zed shook his head again and again, "I love, but I am not qualified to love, I can miss you fervently for the rest of my life, knowing that you are alive somewhere on earth, I am satisfied.

You go, may you be well when New Jerusalem conquers hell! "

new jerusalem
Constantine sighed secretly, his eyes became firm.

He made a decision.

He held a cigarette between his hands and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The corners of his eyes quickly became moist, and a drop of crystal clear tears left a wet mark on his handsome and mature face.

His eye sockets were red, his upturned nose was red, and his breathing began to be slightly choked.

The choking was so vivid in the quiet tree hole, Zed immediately turned his head, and saw his once dissolute and unrestrained boyfriend, just like a helpless child, crying silently.

"John, don't, don't cry." She went to pull him, and he threw himself into her arms.

"Zed, I don't want to lose you." He said sullenly, wrapping his hands quietly around her slender waist.

"John, you are the only one I have loved in my life, and I will always continue to love you." Zed sighed.

"I will always love you."

Zed hesitated to push him away, and he sobbed again.

She softened.

"One last time," she said softly.

There was a smile on the corner of Constantine's mouth, and the smile quickly turned into a more bitter bitterness.

"Okay! I swear, one last time."

Lie to you.

This time, there was real crying in his voice.

12 month 24 number.

Glastonbury, a hotel.

Constantine sat on the sofa blankly, smoking one cigarette after another, and the room was filled with smoke.

Suddenly, clusters of green-brown tobacco leaves emerged from the cigarette box '嗤嗤嗤' on the table, forming a half-meter-tall swamp monster.

"Konstantin, the life of the entire species is hanging by a thread, you—"

"I did." Constantine interrupted him, mocking himself: "Do you know what my greatest wish is now? I hope God is merciful and tolerant, and can tolerate any mistakes and omissions of innocent believers."

"What did you do? I told you to elope with Zed, but you fucker, she's still at Crusader HQ!

I gave you a month and you did nothing!
Fuck your ass and ass, you still swore that day, let me believe you. ’ said the Swamp Thing, exasperated.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have a better plan, and I promise to satisfy you."

He cut his finger with his nails, wiped it on the lips of the swamp monster, and asked, "What do you smell?"

The swamp monster looked puzzled, licked the blood obediently, and then his face changed drastically, "You, are you depraved?"

"She was defiled by me." Constantine smiled wryly.

"John Constantine, what a bastard you are!"

The swamp monster grinned loudly, but looked at him with complex eyes, showing a trace of indiscernible alienation and vigilance.

　This chapter has written too much about Zhakang's psychological activities.

　　The main purpose is actually only one, to whitewash Zhakang—it’s not that I want to whitewash him, it’s his personality needs.

　　Personally, I really think Zha Kang is scum, but Zha Kang is a veritable hero of justice described by the comic author.

　　In the comics, all his scumbag behaviors are the last choice in desperation—at least the comic author thinks so.

　　It is Constantine's natural attribute to deceive relatives and friends.

　　Since he was never born, his twin brother died. When he grew up, he cheated his father, and when he became an adult, he cheated on his niece. One of the friends around him counted as one, and none of them ended well.

　　The real lone star of the devil.

　　But he's all innocent - manga author slang (not my meaning).

　　I have to maintain his basic character design. In fact, the original comic used a long section to describe the entanglement and hesitation before Zhakang pitted Zed.

　　After all, Constantine was not for himself.

　　In this matter, he sacrificed his conscience and love.

　　For whom?
　　For the righteousness of mankind.

　　The significance of the Son of God to mankind can be understood by looking at the influence of Jesus in the last 2000 years.

　　Constantine, Swamp Thing, and Doctor Fate just didn't want another Jesus to come to the world, so they played tricks behind their backs.

　　Human beings are not livestock raised by gods, the fate of human civilization is determined by human beings themselves - this is the root cause of Zhakang's series of behaviors.

　　On the contrary, Harley, as the protagonist, is far more selfish than Constantine, and doesn't care about human fate at all, she only cares about her own feelings.

　　But as a friend, Harley is far more qualified than Zha Kang.

　　In the DC universe, being friends with Zha Kang is more unlucky than being born in Gotham
　　
　
(End of this chapter)