"I dodged first." Mrs. Xanadu took a step back, left the door of the Forgotten Bar, and returned to Greenwich Village.

“Everyone, please be quiet.”

Mayor Quinn is used to being surrounded by reporters like hungry dogs, so he is very calm at this time.

“You are very curious about me, and I heard a lot of questions. But this is the Forgotten Bar, a public place, please don’t disturb others.

 Please give me a few minutes so that Master Dark Night and I can discuss a solution that will not disturb the people, satisfy everyone's curiosity, and at the same time resolve some terrible misunderstandings."

“Everyone, please step aside and give the witch some personal space.”

 The master of the dark night, Jim Luke, appeared at the right time, accompanied by the orangutan bartender, who protected Harley on the left and right, squeezed through the crowd, and came to the bar.

Even if someone is too curious about the witch, they should stay a few steps away and watch from the side without approaching to disturb her.

“Harry, you have become very famous recently!” The gorilla approached Harley and whispered: “I am also curious, have you completed the amazing feat of playing tricks on Satan three times?”

 Harry said sternly: "**, if you say something like this, it's almost like provoking Satan.

Well, you are humiliating Him and slandering His high reputation with false rumors that do not exist.”

 “You have humiliated Him at least twice in a row.” ** said strangely.

 “Now I have paid a heavy price for my foolish behavior.

His Majesty Satan is supreme and cannot be blasphemed!" Harry sighed.

** Touched her chin and stared at her seriously, a thoughtful look gradually appeared in her eyes.

 “I understand.” It saluted her solemnly, with admiration on Mao’s face.

 “What do you understand?” Harley was confused, she hadn’t said anything yet.

"Harry, I am working as a bartender now, but my real profession is actually a detective. Now I find that you did not humiliate Satan three times." ** said seriously.

"Oh, detective **, you are very smart and rational." Harley nodded casually, took out a roll of parchment from the pocket of his blue waist suit, put it on the counter, and said: "Master of the Night, this is my answer to

A statement from the 'Deception of Satan Incident'.

 Look, can we find a place in the bar to serve as a BBS bulletin board?"

 “No problem, I’ll help you find the most conspicuous place.”

 Master Dark Night eagerly opened the parchment and looked at it carefully.

“Oh, it turns out that Satan wants you to suffer the punishment of falling into hell every seven days. Hiss, it’s so scary...”

Jim took a breath, raised his head, and looked at Harry with sympathy in his eyes, "The majesty of Satan cannot be desecrated!"

The probe read through all the contents on the parchment scroll, and the certainty in his eyes became stronger.

 When looking at Harley, there was obvious awe on the face of the fluffy orangutan.

 Hearing the boss's emotion and catching a glimpse of the way he looked at the witch, there was gradually some sympathy in its eyes...sympathy for the boss.

 “Harry, you...”

Helen next to her looked worried but helpless, and she hesitated to speak several times.

Harry waved his hand and sighed: "Although Satan's punishment is terrible, you will get used to it sooner or later if you live side by side."

Helen was even more sad for her, her eyes were red, and she turned away to wipe her tears.

Harry chatted with a few more people, then walked to Constantine's wine table with a glass of magic "Coke" in hand.

At this time, Detective Orangutan whispered to Helen: "You really don't need to worry about her or feel sorry for her.

 She is very smart and capable, with strange abilities that we don’t know about.

 In short, you believe me, she can handle it all."

“How to deal with it? Satan obviously wants her to suffer in this world forever.” Helen sighed.

** hesitated for a moment, but finally did not express the terrible guess in his heart. He only comforted: "As long as she laughs, you can be happy with her. Don't think too much."

  …

 “Ah, Witch Harley is coming this way.”

 “Hi, witch, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Witch, come and sit at the same table with us, I’ll treat you.”

 "Witch Harley, I am Tina from the Fairy Kingdom..."

Along the way, Harley was greeted by alien wizards, warriors from other dimensions, goblins, elves, and gods hidden under cloaks who were drinking nearby. They all greeted her and extended invitations to her.

 “You are so popular.” Constantine said with a slightly sour tone.

 “I wish no one knew me.” Harley sighed.

Zatanna pointed to Nick next to her and said: "He is my boyfriend, Nick Necro, who is also from Gotham."

“Hello Nick, even though we are meeting you for the first time today, I have heard countless people mention you.”

 Harry kept all his thoughts in mind and observed the other person carefully.

 Other than a good skin and a confident and calm temperament, I didn't feel the magic in his body.

 It shows that his level of magic far exceeds hers.

 In fact, Harley can vaguely feel the fluctuations of Zatanna's magic power now.

Nick's realm has surpassed that of Zatanna!

“Harry, I have been famous for you for a long time, and when we meet today, you are indeed well-deserved.” Nick smiled gently and was personable.

 Harry then greeted the Constantine team one by one.

 In addition to acquaintances such as Judith, Richie, and ‘Stuttering’ Benjamin, there were four or five British friends of Constantine.

 After the pleasantries, Harley went straight to the point and told the Shadow Bureau's invitation.

“I am the mayor of Gotham. I captured many demons in the Indian Hill underground laboratory some time ago. Agent Frankenstein from the Bureau of Shadows came to escort them personally.

The Shadow Bureau has known about my relationship with you for a long time and wanted me to pass the message on my behalf."

“They approached us a few times, but we refused,” Rich said.

“Why refuse? With the Shadow Bureau, you can at least get the support of equipment, information, technology and government power.

 Working alone, without restraint, is indeed very free.

But you have been so popular recently, and sooner or later you will be targeted by the boss of the wizarding group. Will you be able to handle it when the time comes?" Harley asked confused.

Constantine said solemnly: "This morning, we prevented an evil wizard terrorist attack in Toronto.

  Yesterday evening, we killed two high school students in Neon who were trying to exorcise ghosts and harm people.

 The day before yesterday, I found 40 missing babies in the Philippines...

 In order to prevent the arrival of the giant beast, we fight against the wizards in various regions around the world.

 The Shadow Bureau is a government department of the United States.

 It is only responsible for the security of the United States in extraordinary matters.

  Agents of the Bureau of Shadows...or, in other words, your government, don't care at all whether the giant beast wakes up, or the extraordinary tragedies that happen abroad.

 In fact, the U.S. government is happy to see foreigners causing "public security chaos and social unrest."

 In several cases involving the Wizarding Group, I even found traces of the involvement of American agents."

 Speaking of this, Constantine looked around and saw many people staring at them, so he apologized to his companions at the same table and took Harry to the leisure area of ​​the side hall.

Finding a deserted corner to sit down, he lowered his voice and said: "In the Pentagon database, Rich found a confidential document about special military expenditures.

Through tracing the source of the account, we determined that the top management of the United States and the Wizarding Group have reached a tacit understanding.

 Simply put, if the Wizarding Group avoids the United States and carries out extraordinary terrorist attacks in countries hostile to the United States, they can get corresponding assistance funds from the Pentagon.”

“Using anti-Confucian military expenditures paid by taxpayers to bribe Confucian terrorists in the wizarding world...” The corner of Harley’s mouth twitched, “This is in line with the Pentagon’s consistent behavior.”

In those countries that were targeted by the Americans and fell into turmoil, among the countless radical XX organizations, which one has confiscated the black money of the Americans?

If the threat of giant beasts is not considered, there is really no difference between the wizard group and those XX organizations in the Middle East. Why can't they be bribed?

“Now you understand why I don’t want to cooperate with government agencies?

The same is true for Americans, and the same is true for British ‘Magic 007’.

Each one is more evil than the wizards." Constantine sighed.

“Well, be careful, if the wizards decide to deal with you...”

Constantine waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry, I know what's going on.

 As early as half a month ago, I reached an agreement with Swamp Monster, and it will fully support us.

 Having the Plant God as an ally is much more reliable than the Shadow Bureau."

 “Oh, that’s it, I really thought you were overwhelmed by the fame.” Harry suddenly realized.

 Back at the dining table, Zatanna and Nick haven't left yet.
To be continued...