"Whatever you want, Master of the Night."

Seeing that both the orangutan detective and Diana wanted to drink, Tracy couldn't help but complain, you are the boss here, do you have to pay for drinking?

Since you don't have to pay, what are the pints to emphasize?

Unhappily, he paused his glass on the bar, and the heavy bar rattled.

"Damn it, Tracy, I told you, don't call me that."

Diana pursed her lips, "She just said the Night Master?" ”

The orangutan took the flying glass, twirled it with his finger on the bar, and said faintly, "You saw that too, it almost happened in front of our eyes, Jim was the queen of our palace, and then he was killed by a perverted Batman with a floral mask." ”

"He's the only one who is the Night Master, and I've inherited his sword, his bar, and a magical dimension, Miya, it's a heavy responsibility, but his name should follow him."

As he spoke, the orangutan detective pulled a long sword out of his jacket pocket, as if it had been taken out of another dimension.

Despite its name, it was a glowing magical sword.

"You want to protect a dimension?" Diana never knew how to maintain a magical dimension, so she felt pressured by her responsibilities.

The orangutan slapped the Nightblade on the bar as if he had pressed down a deck of poker, and he took a sip from his glass and frowned.

"Actually, it doesn't feel bad, drinking in the place where your best friend died, and there's a huge sword of duty hanging over your head."

Looking at the pain on the orangutan's face, Diana couldn't bear it, "Tracy shouldn't be joking about this." ”

Quickly hiding his grief, he refocused on his glass, "I used to know her father, Terry Serting, codenamed 'Demon Breaker', and he always insisted that I wasn't a monkey, but some holstered comedian Tracy was a good boy, if she hadn't just turned my beer into apple juice. ”

The punk girl tilted her head and gave a sly smile, "That's not apple juice. ”

Rolling his eyes, he turned his head back to Diana, "I thought about it for a moment, she's a demon, can you summon the Justice League to deal with her?" ”

"Huh." Diana smiled, at least the Oblivion Bar hadn't changed.

"Alright, let's talk about something happier, like corpses." Put on your detective hat and jump off the bar stool.

The wine was undrinkable, and Tracy would turn all his beers into apple juice.

"Huh?" Diana didn't understand what the orangutan detective meant for a moment.

"I mean, you've found quite a few wizard corpses before, right, where are they now?"

"I informed the Justice League that there will be a logistics staff to bring the body back to the dark Justice League headquarters under the Hall of Justice."

Diana understood, she wanted to see what was going on with the body, and maybe she could find something.

The so-called logistics personnel are actually the previous Black Hawk squadron, after they were absorbed by Zhenglian, they were not of much use, and Batman assigned them to deal with the aftermath.

For example, rescuing people from collapsed buildings, or compensating other heroes for accidental damage.

"Okay, then let's go, I know I'm not the teacher Sargon you're looking for, but it's just me here." Brushed the hair on his face with the palm of his hand to make himself look more energetic, "But I can get the title of Orangutan Detective, and it's not because of my handsome appearance, let's investigate now." ”

"Of course, but you don't seem to notice that I'm not here alone." Wonder Woman scratched her sideburns and pointed to the darkness behind her.

Looking behind her, all she saw was Deathstroke and a nasty person drinking

"Damn, Kang is not right, if it wasn't for Konstantin's magic that made him grow boobs, then I must have been dazzled." The orangutan detective put away the Nightblade on the bar, he didn't expect to see Arabel here again.

"Hey, you fluffy clever ghost."

Covering his head, he felt a headache, it was really Arabel, this female demon.

She's real, and she's talking to him!

There is an upper limit to the power that can be accommodated in the pocket universe of the Oblivion Bar, and if Albella drinks too much, she has no scruples when she is drunk.

Master Night had been wary of her in every way since she was born.

As for Deathstroke, he recognized it as another at a glance, and Wonder Woman would only be willing to act with that Deathknell.

"Go, hurry up, get out of here with this damn succubus and me." The orangutan opened the door to the bar, which had a quick link to the Dark Justice League headquarters.

"It really breaks my heart." Albella stood up, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and rubbing the orangutan's head with the other, and he only reached her waist, "Have you forgotten the joy we both had that night?" Well? ”

If it weren't for the black hair, everyone would have seen a black line hanging from his head at this time.

"You mean the drunken manga you had here, tied me up with hellish magic, and fed me bananas all night? Don't be so misleading! ”

Albella tilted her head and showed a smile on her pretty face, "I thought we were a breeder and a pet, you are so ruthless!" ”

Sighing, he looked up at Diana, "Are you sure we're going to take this cursed life-sized Barbie doll into action?" ”

Su Ming answered the question in place of Diana, and he walked from the darkness to the bar, "Yes, I'm sure, we're going to investigate what's wrong with the magic now, so if there are no spellcasters in the squad, who will make professional judgment?" ”

The orangutan detective stretched out his hand to Su Ming, "Give me a cigarette, a cigar or something, the more energetic, the better." ”

Su Ming gave him a Wilson cigarette, he lit it and took a deep puff, he felt that he was in this death knell pit last time, tricking him into driving the Dome to the multiverse to pull people, only to be shot by Barbatos when he came back.

If he hadn't reacted fast enough, he would have turned to orangutan ashes.

But Knell's statement was correct, except for Albera, a wizard who did anything for money, they couldn't find a caster willing to do it.

Constantine? It's not as good as her.

"Okay, okay, as long as you can guarantee that she doesn't come within two meters of me, we'll act together."

He made a compromise and wanted to prove to the people of the wizarding world that although he was not a Night Master, he could solve the crisis of the wizarding world.

"Well, if you think two meters is a safe range for a mage, I can promise you." Su Ming looked at it with some sympathy, buckled his mask, and took the lead towards the portal.

Albella licked the corners of her mouth with her tongue, embodied a large banana with the flames of hell in her hand, smiled and nodded pointedly, and followed the footsteps of the death knell.

The orangutan detective looked up to the sky and sighed, he felt so tired before he started to act, what should he do?

There is no way, it has come to this, and there is no way to retreat.

He returned to the bar and drank the apple juice from his cup, and quickly followed the footsteps of a few people.

"Fack!"

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