After Laurel finished explaining, she looked at Russell carefully. She was a shrewd woman and could see that Russell was not as easy to fool as Selina.
There is a qualitative difference between the two. If the stupid Selina is not threatening and can even be used as a pawn, then Russell is a hungry wolf that eats people without spitting out bones. If he is not careful, he will die.
In his hand.
"Mr. Deathstroke, to show my sincerity, I can help open George's personal computer. If there is really a problem with the company's products, the answer is likely to be in the computer." Laurel lifted the long hair hanging down by her ears and maintained herself well.
Fang's charming face was on full display, but accidentally, the shoulder strap slipped slightly.
This scene made Selina slightly unhappy. Women are often the ones who understand women best. She knew exactly what Laurel was doing.
Out of the cat's instinct to protect food, she began to reject Laurel!
It is true that Russell, a rotten fish, is not her cup of tea, but Laurel puts her paws into the cat's food bowl to grab something in front of her. Doesn't she want to lose face?
Selina thought too much. Laurel really didn't take her seriously. Sexiness does not mean tight clothes. For a little girl like her, if there are a hundred men, Laurel can grab a hundred men with a hook.
indivual.
"hehe!"
Russell smiled, and hummed twice. Laurel's movements were natural, not deliberately seductive, as if there was a natural charm in his words and deeds, which was not his intention, but he just didn't believe it...
There is no way, the ice pick’s sense of déjà vu is too strong!
"Ms. Laurel, your husband is not a good person, I am sure of this. As for you... let's make a short video!"
As Russell spoke, telepathy invaded Laurel's brain, controlling and changing her thinking, making her feel deeply guilty for her crimes and voluntarily confess all her crimes.
When Selina heard that the person who sent the killer to kill her was none other than Laurel, Selina felt dizzy. When she thought about it again, she had believed the other person so easily before, and she felt so stupid.
Russell slapped her over, and Selina hurriedly rummaged around the house. Her talent as a snitch came online, and she quickly found a camera.
Later, Laurel sat in front of the camera, generously showed the evidence of Meiling's shady business, and confessed to his crime.
Along with this, her husband, who has not yet appeared, was also dragged into the water.
The hearts of capitalists are all black. The couple has done many illegal things in the past two years, especially paying for murder. Selina is by no means the first one.
With the witness and physical evidence in hand, Russell took Selina and left the luxury villa area, thinking that it would not be appropriate to send it directly to the police station, in case the matter went unresolved and professionals had to be found to handle it.
…
Unfinished building!
After a busy night, when the sky was already bright, Russell packaged the video and graphic data and sent it via email. The recipient was Bruce Wayne.
Playboy will definitely not come forward to solve the matter, but Batman will. If nothing else happens, the vicious couple will be invited to stay in a single room tonight.
In the United States, especially in this hellish place like Gotham, you can do a lot of things with money, especially for capitalists like the Hurds. Going to the police station is like going shopping, and lawyers will help them settle everything.
Even if the lawyers can't solve the problem, the connections they have on hand are not just for decoration, but this time is an exception. Meiling's various products are extremely expensive, and they all follow high-end routes. They have many friends and offend more people. You can pick them out at will.
When several big guys meet, they can easily crush the couple to death.
Hopeless!
I'm afraid that if the Harts stay in a small single room tonight, they will be found dead of a heart attack tomorrow, and there is a high possibility of committing suicide by cutting their wrists.
Don't ask where the sharp tools come from in the small single room, there is a spoon in it!
Selina's matter has come to an end. She thinks that she is not suitable to be a superhero. Russell agrees very much. After all, her IQ is limited and she, a superhero, will become a villain if she works hard.
He is still a third-rate villain whose leg was broken by Batman in just two episodes.
Russell saw that she was pitiful and had lost her job and financial resources, so he kindly hired her to be his assistant, the kind who only worked the day shift.
The originally scheduled seven-day schedule ended early. Russell dug out the map and decided to set off tonight to rush to the city to find Wonder Woman Diana. Even if he failed to trigger the world mission, it would not be a loss to get familiar with him and increase his favorability.
I heard that there are only women on the Amazon paradise island. I wonder if I can visit the island after we get to know each other.
Nothing else, he just wanted to learn more!
Jingle bell! Jingle bell~
The phone on the desk rang. Russell checked the time. It was probably Bruce calling, and he answered the call without thinking.
"Hey man, it's me, remember?"
The voice on the phone was very enthusiastic, but Russell couldn't remember who the other party was. Thinking that it might be a belated creditor, he said lazily: "I'm very busy. If you don't tell me your name and state your intention within ten seconds,
, I will hang up the phone directly."
"Haha, you are so funny. I am your good friend Constant..."
Click!
Russell hung up the phone directly, cursed secretly, slapped the table and called his assistant Selina, who had just come to work today: "Take the phone out and throw it away, I don't want to see it again."
"Okay, boss!"
…
Los Angeles!
Constantine's daily life has been very bad recently. Although he was not very happy before, he used to cheat others, and now, he feels like he is cheating himself to death.
First of all, because of twenty years of smoking, he contracted lung cancer, and the doctor told him not to save money recently but to spend it vigorously.
It's best to spend it all, because he won't need the money in the future.
Secondly, his soul was targeted by a certain big shot in hell. He couldn't afford to offend that person, so he was trying to sell his soul to heaven through connections.
The result was unsatisfactory. Facing a scumbag like him, the door to heaven was tightly closed, and even the sewers were blocked.
In desperation, Constantine had to find a way on his own. He couldn't go to heaven, and he couldn't go to hell no matter what, so he could only extend his life and let himself live longer.
Two days ago, a policewoman named Angela came to the door and paid a deposit to let Constantine assist in investigating a bizarre death case.
While counting the banknotes, Constantine listened to the general story told by the female police officer and nodded to continue the business.
It's not that he sympathized with the deceased as Angela's biological sister, or that Angela gave him a price he couldn't refuse, it was purely because of Angela.
The face is beautiful, unfathomable, and the uniform!
Thanks to Constantine's unremitting efforts, although there has been little progress in the case, Angela has been successfully captured by him and still loves him to death.
In the past, with Constantine's ninth-level style, Angela was not far away from being kicked, but this time, he decided not to break up yet...
Angela's sister died of suicide, but there was something more hidden behind it. Constantine was very familiar with this, the smell of conspiracy, and it came from hell.
As he and Angela continued to have sex, no, as the case was investigated in depth, and under the layers of cocoon, the huge conspiracy gradually revealed its ferocious corner.
Constantine was very happy. Opportunities always come with risks. If he could involve the bosses of hell and heaven, maybe he could use the rules to achieve immortality.
Reality soon slapped him in the face, and the devil from hell issued a warning. Constantine sacrificed two friends and narrowly escaped with his life.
The risk is far greater than imagined. The friends around Constantine are too weak to bear the risk...
"What should we do? The devil's minions are targeting us. Do you have any good ideas?" Angela sat in the passenger seat and took a deep breath to suppress the fear in her eyes.
Constantine lit up a cigarette skillfully, puffed out the smoke and said with a smile: "The problem is not big, it is all under my control. In fact, this is part of my plan."
"Are you sure?" Angela glanced at Constantine's shoulder, which was burned by the devil's claws and smelled of sulfur.
"Accident, it's purely an accident. After all, plans don't change quickly and can't be comprehensive."
"What about now, change the plan?"
"No, contact my best friend. With his help, I'll be safe."
Angela hesitated: "What kind of friend would risk going to hell to help you?"
"An angel!"
It was a matter of face, and he couldn't be cowardly in front of his girlfriend. Constantine took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "We have defeated demons together. It is a life-long friendship. As long as I ask, he will not refuse."
Just as he was talking, the call was connected, and Constantine laughed and said: "Hi, man, it's me, do you remember?"
The other side of the phone was not very polite. Constantine gave Angela a calm look and continued: "Haha, you are so funny. I am your good friend Constantine..."
Toot toot! Toot toot!
"..."
Angela was not feeling well. Before Constantine could even finish saying his name, the other person hung up the phone. Can this be called a life-saving friendship?
A fatal friendship is almost enough!
Constantine coughed slightly, continued to make the call, and explained: "It's okay, he is like this, cold-faced and warm-hearted. As long as I am firm, I can definitely invite him to Los Angeles."
…
At the same time in Gotham City, before Selina unplugged the phone line, Constantine's second call came. She looked at Russell, asking whether to answer or not.
Russell curled his lips and picked up the phone with a look of displeasure on his face. It was not a problem to be pestered by bad people all the time, so why not make it clear on the phone and refuse him so that Constantine would stop trying to trick him.
"Listen, man, don't hang up the phone yet. I have something very important. Give me a minute, and you will definitely change your mind." As soon as the call was connected, Constantine spoke quickly and started speaking first.
"I'll give you an hour, but you can't change my mind." Russell said disdainfully. He only believed the fraudster's lies if he had a brain convulsion.
"Don't say that, this is a major event related to the safety of the entire earth!"
"Bah, the safety of the earth is none of my business. I won't even frown if it explodes." After Russell said that, he hung up the phone and unplugged the phone line.
[Ding! The host triggers the world task]
[World Mission: Big Event! If you don’t make some big noise, how can you prove that you have been here (0/5)]
[The mission failed, and I will stay in this world forever, being endlessly hunted by superheroes]
"..."
Looking at the unplugged phone cord in his hand, Russell frowned. What should I do? Do you want it to smell really good?
Can……
It really doesn’t smell good!
On the other side, Constantine couldn't dial Russell's phone number after two attempts, and he couldn't help but a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.
If you don't have powerful teammates to sacrifice, how can you become a god?
Could it be that after cheating all your friends, you will really cheat yourself to death?