Gotham City is becoming more and more lively, and many senior or special people can detect this.

Bruce shook off the killer of the Shadow Warriors League and returned to Wayne Building.

He did not change his route repeatedly to shake off the person who followed him as he did in the past, and then returned to the Wayne Building. The Shadow Warriors Alliance had known his true identity for a long time, and it was meaningless to hide it.

There is another tricky thing. Batman has to deal with the attacks of the Joker and the Shadow Warrior League at the same time. There are also a group of guys suspected of magicians who are sneaking around. Some bounty hunters have taken advantage of the chaos to come to Gotham City.

"Afu, send me the information about those people."

As soon as Bruce stepped into the bat cave, he took off his hood, turned on the complex and huge computer, and said to the screen.

But what responded to him was just a bunch of meaningless noises and sizzling sounds.

Bruce paused suddenly, then stretched out his finger and tapped the keyboard as if nothing had happened, and asked again: "Alfred? Are you there?"

"Of course, I've been here all the time, my young master." His loyal old housekeeper, Alfred's voice was still so kind.

Bruce breathed a little relieved. The person he trusted the most in this world was Alfred. He really didn't know what would happen if Alfred was also attacked by the enemy.

"What happened just now? Communication malfunction?"

"No, it's our communication equipment that has been interfered with."

"Can you find out the cause?" asked Bruce, and tapped the table at some frequency for a while.

The other side was silent for a moment before responding: "I am investigating. It is difficult for technological means to affect our communication equipment. You should know that this is something you participated in the development."

A faint striking sound came, and Bruce let go of his guard.

This is a safe signal and everything is fine.

"You mean, is this caused by non-technical means? Is it the mind or magic?" Bruce asked to the screen.

"Maybe it's similar to superpowers. Some kind of interference suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly, causing a small-scale disorder of the magnetic field. It may be related to those strange guys who were infiltrated into Gotham City." Alfred pushed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. His age no longer allowed him to maintain super high energy.

Bruce sat in front of the screen of the Bat Cave, in the dark and empty basement, the only light came from that large screen, and the rest was dark.

Bruce hid his body as much as possible into the darkness, which would give him more rational thoughts and a more suitable environment to think about problems.

On the other end of the screen, Alfred, there were sounds of dog barking. As always, Blues's beloved dog Ace, and a little white dog who came from unknown where he was very fun.

He also found out that the white dog was the Dog of Donnie, which made Bruce feel bad and always felt like he was being watched by Donnie.

Even a dog ran to him to have fun?

And he is a super dog, even he can't beat it.

Over time, Bruce lets his beloved dog play with the little white dog. He is a very realistic person. Before finding a solution to the little white dog, as long as the little white dog does not touch his bottom line, he will endure it.

The screen slowly closed, and the huge bat cave completely fell into darkness. Bruce was immersed in the darkness, with only those eyes, keeping calm, emitting a horrifying chill in the darkness.

"Constantine, since you are here, come out." Bruce suddenly said, a bat dart in his hand was ready, and all the mechanisms in the entire bat cave were ready.

Constantine, who had a sloppy and decadent look, pulled her wrinkled windbreaker and came out of the darkness, asking helplessly: "How did you recognize me?"

"Sika cigarettes, the production of this rare cigarette is very rare and destined to be only supplied to a very small number of people. Moreover, the taste of Sika is very spicy and is not praised by people. Now you only smoke this cigarette in Gotham in large quantities and leave a strong smell on your body."

Bruce stood up, picked up the thermos and got the glass of water, and handed it to Constantine.

Constantine was not polite either. She took the water cup and took a sip. With a bang, she put it on the table half-smashed and half-smashed. Her eyes were covered with bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for days and nights.

Before Bruce could ask, Constantine asked first: "Batman, if it were you, how would you deal with an irresistible enemy? Even if you can't even escape?"

Bruce calmly looked at the decadent man in front of him, the infamous hell detective, calmly said: "Find out his weaknesses and then knock him down."

"What if there is no weakness?"

"That's because you haven't analyzed this enemy thoroughly." Bruce said concisely, staring at Constantine coldly.

No host would be surprised if an uninvited guest was surprised.

Constantine scratched her head irritably, and when she thought of the name, she felt a little desperate. He also had the urge to escape directly to hell.

Constantine knew many demons and could use some means to let those guys take him to hell.

It's just that the outcome is not so wonderful. I guess he will be torn to pieces by the demons who helped him...

In a depressed mood, he came to Batman to find him with a rashness, hoping that this rational and calm person could give him a little comfort, but it brought more helplessness and despair.

He felt that he was really stupid. He followed his intuition and came to find an ordinary person without superpowers. His intuition has always been very accurate. He saved his life many times, but this time, it may have failed and directly guided him to find the wrong person.

Seeing Constantine's extremely decadent appearance, Bruce's eyes moved and asked, "What kind of enemy makes you, the Hell Detective, so...depressed?"

Bruce raised his hands, as if he wanted to describe something with actions.

"It's a demon, a demon that crosses the universe, Bruce, a demon of that level, can destroy the earth with just a breath, and can destroy a universe with one's hands--I know you think I'm a madman, and I also know you're ready to take down me, an uninvited person, but I still want to remind you that your preparations are ineffective for me. Faced with such an enemy, you and I are as small as ants, and there is no difference."

Constantine is in a bad state. Although this guy has always been decadent and sloppy, Constantine is always honored for humans, demons, or those annoying angels, but this time, he really doesn't know what to do.
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