There is a kind of person in this world. Although his words, deeds, and actions do not cause any real harm, they still make people want to slap him.
The last person Peter met was Reed Richards, and today he met the second one.
"Well, what I want to solve isn't a big deal anyway. Anyone can do it. Just give me a price."
Peter really wanted to hang up the phone, but after thinking about it, he failed to make the previous call. If he hung up again, would it look like he was being passive and slacking off?
So he had to say: "What do you want to do?"
Peter didn't know what kind of sound the other party heard, but anyway, he raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised expression.
Taking another puff of cigarette, he said, "You don't actually know me?"
Peter is really a little annoyed. He can tolerate a rotten person and an arrogant person, but he cannot tolerate a rotten and arrogant person. Such people are usually very annoying, just like Reed Lee.
Chaz.
"Introduce yourself, John Constantine. Although I don't know which corner of the world you are a newborn baby, but now I need to investigate the information of a person named Naog Sohipu, a living person, it should be
He is a historian, commonly known as Dr. Southhip."
"He is about the same age as me. The last time I saw him, he was wearing a black double-breasted trench coat and a bowler hat. He was carrying a black leather suitcase in his hand and spoke with a bit of an Oxford accent."
Peter immediately remembered the first man who called him, and he immediately understood that the damn rotten man in front of him might be chasing the man named Suoship, and Suoship was praying for help.
Although Peter knew that people should not be judged by their appearance, it was really difficult for him to like the sloppy man in front of him.
Without saying anything else, the person who called me before was at least neatly groomed, had a good attitude, and politely stated his name first.
Look at you again, smoking, drinking, and perming your hair, and you even want to tease the angel. You are really unlucky to be in any of the god's stalls.
Peter made a series of complaints in his mind. Although he did not say it out of politeness, he still expressed his resistance with silence.
"Okay, okay." The man named Constantine stretched out his hands and waved and said: "I understand, money first, what do you want? My lungs? Let's talk about it first. Last time Satan took a look at it.
No, are you sure you want it?"
He couldn't take it even if it was given to Peter for free. Peter took a step back in disgust.
Constantine spoke again: "You know this is not a big deal, so there is no need to talk about organs, and there is no chance of a soul contract. Don't even think about the lion opening his mouth."
"If your adults have taught you, you should know that exchanging information for information is fair. You answer a question for me and I answer a question for you. How about that?"
Peter will not be deceived so easily. If it is said that it is information for information, the other party may not tell the truth.
"We can sign a contract to ensure that what we tell is the truth." Constantine then added: "And it is the whole truth, nothing can be hidden."
Peter thought, since he didn't even know who this Dr. Sohip was, he could just sign it.
Constantine conjured up a contract from somewhere and handed it to Peter. Peter looked at it carefully and added some restrictions similar to modern laws, such as a time limit, a limit on the number of questions, etc.
Constantine, who withdrew the contract, looked at the figure in the fog with even more surprise. He flicked the contract with his fingertips and said, "It's interesting, boy. It seems that you have dealt with a lot of humans."
This made Constantine carefully read the contract again. After confirming that there was no problem, he lit the glowing paper with the lighter in his hand.
"Now, tell me, from what country is Naog Soship?"
Peter wanted to say that he didn't know, but he could tell from Dr. Sohip's accent that he might be British, so should he tell the truth?
While Peter was dazed, another series of knowledge was stuffed into his mind. Peter took a closer look and found that it was the information about Dr. Sohip.
Peter stood there and looked at it for several minutes. He couldn't help but sigh, and then he replied: "Englishman, Naog Sohip is from England like you."
"England or Scotland?"
"It's time for me to ask you a question." Peter interrupted Constantine's inquiry, but Constantine waved his hand and said: "This is a question, you did not answer my specific area."
"It only makes sense from the British point of view." Peter chose a more conservative answer.
"Then what do you want to know?" Constantine asked.
Peter was very bad at intelligence work. He couldn't understand the twists and turns. He was a scientist who always upheld pragmatism, so he asked.
"If you're in a car with two police detectives and they have a question that they have to get an answer from you, how do you not leave and not answer it?"
Peter saw that Constantine was obviously stunned, and then he curled his lips and said, "Is this some kind of brainteaser that tests your intelligence?"
Obviously, Constantine did not think that this mysterious visitor in the fog would be troubled by the police - the occult circles are usually not governed by the laws of ordinary society, and ordinary people cannot control them even if they want to, and they cannot control them at any time.
The mage who can teleport away is handcuffed.
If the mage is like this, why does this visitor from the fog, who doesn't even have a human form, ask this question?
Of course Constantine could give a very perfunctory answer, such as "You can try to pretend not to know", or "Tell them a wrong answer", answers that ordinary people can come up with.
But Constantine was very interested in Wu Ke, and the opposite gave him a very contradictory feeling. Constantine felt that he was facing a combination of God and man, mysterious, holy but simple like a little person.
"If they ask you to answer, you can try to bargain with them." Constantine touched his chin and said: "Everything in this world can be bargained for, just like what we are doing."
"You don't have to ask them directly, 'How much are you willing to pay me for my answers?' but you can get more out of it by saying, 'I want to help, but I'm not sure I can.' Lots of information.”
Peter pressed the call hold button non-stop, and his consciousness returned to reality. Facing the double gazes of Gordon and Bullock in the front row, he cleared his throat, showed an innocent expression and said.
"I'd be happy to help, Sheriff, but I'm not sure I can."
"At least you can tell us what your city is like. This will allow us to be mentally prepared and perhaps save many lives."
Peter opened his mouth. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but the question was too difficult. He couldn't describe the living conditions of New York residents to anyone. There were very few people in the world who could clearly explain what kind of city New York was.
"It's a long story." Peter could only reply.
"So what's going on with Bruce Wayne?" Gordon asked knowingly. He just heard someone calling Bruce Wayne's name.
"Oh!" Peter suddenly understood, and he immediately said quickly: "Mr. Sheriff, we will talk about what urban integration is all about later. There is something very important now."
"You must hurry up and take me to catch up with Bruce Wayne. He forgot to pick up a very important piece of equipment, which may prevent him from stopping terrible criminals from causing dangerous bombings."
"Perhaps you have heard that a power explosion occurred somewhere in the city. It was not a problem caused by aging circuits at all, but a super criminal was behind it."
"His name is Max Dillon, nicknamed the Electric King, also known as the Electric Man. His ability is to turn into electric current and manipulate it. When he needs to absorb electric energy, he often causes explosions in places with dense circuits."
"At the same time, there is an extremely evil super criminal organization behind him, called the Sinister Six. They have been creating various superpower criminal cases in New York all year round. The current Sinister Six are the Evil Ghost, Sandman, Mysterio, and Electro. People, vultures and hunters.”
"Wait, Sandman?" Gordon caught a familiar name and said, "What is this guy's ability? Could it be making sand?"
"Exactly." Peter said with some surprise: "Have you heard of him?"
"I haven't heard of it before. I just heard about it."
Bullock's focus was on another vocabulary. He said: "'The current Sinister Six'? Does that mean there are other Sinister Six?"
"Indeed, if I remember correctly, many of their members planned to form their own Sinister Six. Most of them were short-lived, but they did cause trouble."
"And the members of the Sinister Six also change frequently, and there are some super criminals outside the Six who are the best candidate members."
Peter, who had seen big scenes before, started counting on his fingers without even thinking about it.
"Queen Bee, Furnace, Eight Ball, Squid, Shrike, Vampire, Scythe Death, Gorgo, Iron Spider, Shrapnel, Chameleon, Thriller, Beetle, Spot, Lizard Man, Rhino Man, Water Man, Venom, Scarlet, Carnage,
Scream..."
"I beat three of them almost every day." Peter spread his hands and said, "When I first graduated, there were more, an average of four to five a day. Later, when I was too busy at work, they formed separate groups and appeared in groups. This way
It can save me some time."
"Of course, the most troublesome among them are Kingpin and Green Goblin. Besides being able to fight, one of them overcharged my rent and the other deducted more from my salary."
"These are basically the super criminals I have dealt with independently, not counting the enemies of the Avengers, Hydra, which causes trouble every few months, mutants who lose control every week, and invades every two days.
Aliens, and a team of superheroes that are going wrong every second..."
Zila——
A sudden brake almost knocked Peter onto the back of the front seat.
He rubbed his sore forehead and saw Gordon, who was sitting in the driver's seat, hurriedly taking out his mobile phone and dialing a number, and then roared over there.
"Oswald Cobblepot! There are only two months left before the election, what are you doing?!"
Gordon: #penguinstate
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