Chapter 87 (2/2)

”Well, have some quick power.” Su Ming reminds Barry.

Barry sighed helplessly. If you need to be in a hurry, don't be so active in getting into the phone booth and just let him look for it?

Nevertheless, he still put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder. He felt that Slade in this strange world had definitely become a speeder, and there was no obstacle to the circulation of God's quick power between the two.

”Shua...” only heard the dense sound of wood. Su Ming closed the book: ”yes, do you have 30 pence?”

”Eh... Pence? 50 US branch? I can go home and get it. ”

”Forget it, it's better to make money by yourself if you have that strength.” Su Ming shook his head, took out the muffler from his waist and screwed it to his pistol.

Then, he fired at the phone, and all kinds of silver and white coins poured out. It felt like a slot machine in Las Vegas. He bent down to pick out a few pieces and put them in his belt: ”OK, find a phone booth.”

Barry looked at the police not far away and felt guilty. Su Ming's action vividly explained the mercenary's mental process of ”shooting for money” - that is, he didn't think about anything, it was purely instinctive reaction.Before the police found out, Barry and suming quickly found another phone booth, he decided to wait until the end of the matter to compensate the city of London for the loss.

Su Ming took off his helmet, took a breath of London's haze, put the coin into the phone, and dialed the phone he had written down before.

”Toot... Toot... Toot” is the waiting tone. It takes about ten seconds before it is picked up: ”hello?”

”Constantine? I need your help. ” Su Ming said directly.

”No, but I can give you some advice. Buy more wine and cure all kinds of diseases. Bye.” A rambling voice answered him, and there was no knowing where it was, buzzing like a fly on the microphone.

”Ten thousand dollars.” Su Ming looks at the street without expression.

”Well? where are you? I'll take the job Constantine immediately agreed. Su Ming felt as if he heard the sound of the electric current falling into the microphone.

”If you don't know where I am, you're not good at it. Don't talk about business.” Su Ming also wants to answer, but he and Barry are not Londoners, who knows where this is.

There was a wheezing voice on the opposite side of the phone, and a moment later, there was a crisp lighter flip: ”you're cruel, I'm coming.”

Su Ming hung up the phone directly, walked out of the phone booth, leaned against the wall of the nearby building, put on his helmet again and waited.

A moment later, the dark shop door beside him suddenly glowed and opened, and a man in a brown windbreaker with a cigarette in his mouth came out.

He saw Barry standing on the side of the road. He immediately kneaded his head and pinched his eyes: ”wait, what do I see? How can a member of the Justice League come to London to find me, a marginal man

Barry held up his hand and made a gesture of invitation to make him look back.

Before Constantine could react, he felt a thick arm around his neck and his back against the thick armor.

”Haven't you learned to look behind the door after so many blows?”

A deep voice came from my ear.