The expression on Barry's face became even stranger when he heard that it was London, and as a member of the Zhenglian, of course he knew where and where.
He let out a long hum as if he was in trouble in the toilet, and finally ran with Su Ming.
Su Ming felt that his pace was much slower, as if he was a little hesitant, and even the sand raised behind him was not so high, so he could only comfort Barry first.
"Relax, you're my accomplice, if that guy wants to trap us, I'll send bullets into his buddy."
"Uh, no, it's better not that everyone is on the same page, I don't want bloodshed."
Barry also came to his senses and began to run wildly.
A chuckle came out from under the mask of Deathbell: "Of course, this is just a joke, because I am certainly not the first one who thinks this way, and he definitely invented spells to deal with this kind of thought, such as the Friend Protection Charm, the Egg Iron Armor Charm and the like." ” "Do you know what happens when you run with the speed of your speed?
Don't tell jokes while I'm running wild!
The bottom half of Barry's face was blue under his hood, and he tried desperately not to laugh.
Su Ming hurriedly raised his hand to surrender, afraid that Barry would smile and crutch his legs, and he would be thrown into the speed force.
"Well, I won't tell jokes when you're running in the future, but I have a younger brother, a half-brother, who might fit well with you." “？？？”
London, United Kingdom.
The city, which once represented capitalism, now represents the twilight of the Empire, when it is late at night, quiet everywhere, and not very popular.
Barbatos' invasion took place in the United States, so Britain was safe across the Atlantic, but everyone saw the tragedy on TV or on the Internet, and after the initial wave of refugees and panic, the remaining London residents chose to hide at home for the rest of their lives.
I don't know if it will be like when the Titanic sank, the old gentlemen wore straight dresses and died listening to classical music.
The streets were not chaotic, and Su Ming could still see that there were policemen on duty at the intersection not far away, but looking at his dejected appearance, he must not be in a good mood.
The two of them stood on the side of an old street, there was no light around them, although Barry knew who Su Ming was looking for, but he didn't know the specific location, but Su Ming had an idea, he immediately walked to the side of the road, where there was a red phone booth, bathed in the light of the street lamp.
The warm yellow light spills down like hot water, forming a large circle on the ground, and the phone booth is in the middle of the light spot, which is particularly conspicuous.
It is surrounded by lattice windows, the whole piece of glass is divided into hundreds of small lattices by wooden window grilles, and on top of the light box with the word telephone written on the top, there is a small crown-shaped cutout.
Su Ming strode over and opened the door, and walked in, there was a smell of urine mixed with cigarettes in the small space.
He picked up the phone book and began to rummage through the information on it, searching for the keywords "Master of the Dark Arts" and "Master of Exorcism".
In Britain and the United States, the public telephone directory is also known as the Yellow Pages, which not only has more commonly used phone numbers, but also has some very inconspicuous small advertisements, like telephone poles in the Celestial Empire.
As a magician, Konstantin didn't like to post advertisements on computer networks because that thing couldn't be affected by magic.
Unlike this simple Yellow Pages, where you just need to sneak into the printing house in the middle of the night and put a little magic, his ads will appear for free in tens of thousands of phone booths all over London, and many companies will also receive Yellow Pages.
Yes, Konstantin was short of money, and although it was all for hire, his life was far worse than Death Knell, which served high-income people, and his clients were mostly people who were cornered by dirty things.
"Ahem, some speed."
Su Ming reminded Barry.
Barry sighed helplessly, if you need to be in a hurry, don't be so aggressive in getting into the phone booth and just let him look it up?
Despite this, he still put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder, he felt that this otherworldly Slade had definitely become a speedster, and the speed power flowed between the two without hindrance.
"Huh" only heard a dense, wood-like sound, Su Ming closed the book: "Found it, do you have 30 pence?"
” "Uh, pennies?
50 US branches?
I can go home and pick it up. ” "Forget it, it's better to make money yourself if you have that strength."
Su Ming shook his head, took out the silencer from his waist and screwed it on his pistol.
Then, he shot at the telephone, and the silver-white coins flowed out, feeling like playing a slot machine in Las Vegas, and he bent down to pick out a few of them and put them in his belt: "Okay, find another phone booth." ” Barry looked at the policeman not far away, feeling a little weak, Su Ming's actions vividly explained the mercenary's mental process of shooting for money, that is, he didn't think about anything, it was purely an instinctive reaction.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was not discovered by the police, Barry and Su Ming quickly found another phone booth, and he decided to wait until the matter was over to compensate the City of London for the loss.
Su Ming took off his helmet, took a breath of London-flavored haze, put the coin into the telephone, and dialed the phone number he had written down earlier.
"Dudu" first waited for a sound, and it took about more than ten seconds to be picked up: "Hey?
” "Konstantin?
I need your help.
Su Ming said directly.
"I'm not free, but I can give you a suggestion, buy more wine, cure all diseases, bye."
A voice answered him, and I don't know where it was, buzzing like a cloud of flies on the microphone.
"Ten thousand dollars."
Su Ming looked at the street expressionlessly.
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"Huh?
Where are you?
I've got it!
Konstantin immediately agreed, and Su Ming felt as if he heard the sound of saliva falling into the microphone.
"If you don't know where I am, it means that you can't do it, don't talk about this business."
Su Ming wanted to answer, but the point was that neither he nor Barry were from London, and the devil knew where this was.
There was a snorting sound from the other side of the phone, and a moment later there was a crisp lighter flip sound: "Count you ruthless, I'll come." ” Su Ming hung up the phone directly, walked out of the phone booth, leaned against the wall of the building next to him, put on his helmet again and waited.
A moment later, the pitch-black door of the shop next to him suddenly glowed and opened, and a man in a brown-yellow trench coat with a cigarette in his mouth walked out in three steps.
He saw Barry standing on the side of the road at a glance, and immediately lowered his head and pinched between his eyes: "Wait, what did I see?"
How could a member of the Justice League come to London to find me, a marginal man?
” Barry raised his hand and made a gesture of please, motioning for him to look back.
And before Konstantin could react, he felt a thick arm hook around his neck, and felt his back hit the thick armor.
"After so many beatings, haven't you learned to look behind the door?"
A deep voice came from my ears.
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