Pokémon Invasion Marvel

The only one who knows the truth, besides Emerson, is Batman.

Freeze went to the Owl Court, but it was Emerson's idea behind the scenes. Originally, he planned to help him, but he didn't expect to die at this time, which was completely beyond Emerson's expectations.

As for Batman, it is because he knows that Freeze is looking for the Court of Owls, and he himself really knows the existence of this organization because of Freeze.

On the top floor of the Iceberg restaurant, Emerson saw an ugly penguin.

For Penguin, Freeze Man is the only combat power he can use, especially in today's turmoil, but he didn't expect to die in such an unknown way, so he decided to invite Aimo Mori.

Originally, the two were just a deal, but now Penguin wants to make this relationship more intimate.

So he gave Emerson a gift. When Emerson arrived, there was a man sitting next to the penguin. Just by looking at his clothes, he knew that he was a wanderer.

"Constantine?"

After sitting down, Emerson looked at the penguin and asked.

Other than that, he couldn't think of anyone else, and only this one fit the image better.

"Yes, are you the one who wants to consult, sir?"

Before the penguin could answer, Constantine reached out his hand towards Emerson familiarly.

Penguin shrugged helplessly at Emerson, saying that this guy is like this.

Emerson stretched out his hand: "Yes, there are some small problems that confuse me, and I need some professional help."

"Oh, so you've found the right person this time, I'm pretty good at dealing with these annoying 'little problems'."

Constantine smiled when he heard Emerson say this.

It's not a day or two for Penguin to get rich. It seems that he can make a fortune this time, so he won't be happy.

"Emmerson, this time is a small gift from me. I hope our friendship will grow forever."

Penguin didn't talk about the solicitation, but now is not the time, and it won't be too late to wait until Constantine finishes his work.

Although this guy's character is very bad, but the strength in his hands is still good, especially for some mysterious things, it is a good choice to let him handle them.

Emerson nodded with a smile. He didn't reject Penguin's kindness. After all, Penguin is rich.

Since he intends to fight a protracted war here, this kind of rich friend will take as much as he wants!

If it wasn't for the penguin's deep hiding, which made Emerson a little confused, he would have controlled him long ago. After all, there is no way to spend other people's money comfortably.

He is better at turning other people's money into his own than making money.

After saying goodbye to the penguins, Emerson took Constantine back to Arkham.

It's just that when Constantine saw the gate of Arkham when he reached the gate, he had a little accident.

"Man, this is the place where you want to solve the problem."

Constantine pointed at the gate of Arkham, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Although he doesn't spend much time in Gotham, and spends most of his time running around the world, he still knows the name of Arkham Asylum.

After all, countless famous people were imprisoned here.

He even began to wonder if all this was a trap set up by one of his enemies in order to trick him into being locked up here.

Of course, there were too many enemies, and he didn't know who was the most suspect.

However, his strong sixth sense has always told him that once he gets inside, it will be difficult to get out.

"That's right, it's right here."

Emerson saw what he was thinking, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and resting the other on Constantine's shoulder.

Constantine just felt like a big mountain was pressing on him, and it was difficult to move even if he wanted to.

He turned his head and looked at Emerson, wanting to know what was going on: "Well, it seems that I can't do anything, but even if it is death, let me die to understand, is there any hatred between us? ?”

"No." Emerson's hand was slightly hard, "You just need to help me solve the problem, and then there will be no relationship between us."

His smile made Constantine's body tremble, but he returned a stiff smile without saying anything.

terror!

This was the only feeling Constantine felt now, even facing Emerson was more terrifying than facing those hell demons who wanted to kill him.

To be honest, the current Constantine would rather face the devil than face this person.

The hand gently placed on his shoulder brought him a great threat. He felt that if he made any small movements, that hand would crush his throat immediately.

His feeling is not wrong, Emerson is still very afraid of this guy in his heart.

Compared with those powerful factions, Constantine, who engages in metaphysics, undoubtedly uses more weird methods.

He has already made up his mind that after this matter is resolved, let this guy join the group.

After all, big and small can be regarded as talents, so it's too wronged to dawdle every day, and you should give full play to your abilities.

I just don't know if Constantine will laugh and cry after knowing Emerson's idea.

Constantine watched Emerson lead him into Arkham all the way as if no one was there, and rolled his eyes twice.

This situation is already very clear, this guy must have taken control of this place, then he brought himself here for that one thing.

The circle is sometimes very big, but sometimes it is very small. It is like a magic circle. There are dragons and snakes mixed in it. There are all kinds of people, and each is guarding against others. And information sharing.

So Constantine was one of the people who knew what was going on in the warden's office, although he wasn't the one who did it at the time.

Chapter 505 Former Warden

In front of the warden's office in Arkham Asylum, Constantine helplessly covered his forehead.

He knew it would be like this, if there was a place for him to show his skills, it was only this office.

But things have come to this point, and it's useless to say more, so I can only follow Emerson into it.

Unless he was tired of work, he would not refuse Emerson's request. Although the contact time was very short, Constantine knew that this was a cruel and ruthless master, and he would not hesitate to kill him.

After leading Constantine into the room, Emerson turned around and closed the door, and then made a gesture of invitation to Constantine.

Here he knew that there must be a problem, but he didn't know where the problem was. Otherwise, he wouldn't let Constantine come, and it wouldn't be better to solve it quietly by himself.

Constantine took a deep breath and walked slowly to the most conspicuous desk in the room. After walking around the desk, he sat on the chair behind the desk.

Silently reciting spells with strange tones in his mouth, his eyes stared intently at the table in front of him.

Emerson watched quietly. This is a field he has never set foot in, and it is better to leave it to professionals.

However, Emerson is already prepared in the dark. Once he catches his breath, he will shoot immediately.

Constantine has all kinds of bad records, how could he trust him.

A black air flow visible to the naked eye appeared in the room, and as Constantine uttered the spell, a vague hole appeared between him and Emerson, which was the entrance to the space hidden underneath.

It's just because the entrance is not real, but a magical creation, so Emerson noticed it last time, but he didn't find it.

But this time the entrance has been exposed in front of him, so there is no possibility of hiding it.

It didn't take Constantine to catch the guy hiding underneath, and Emerson jumped in. Of course, he didn't forget to bring the expert Constantine, and he reached out to grab the guy sitting behind the table the moment he jumped off. Constantine was held in his hand, and the two disappeared into the office together.

And as their figures disappeared, or without Constantine's support, they healed at an extremely fast speed the moment they jumped into the hole, and there was no trace on the ground for a moment.

With a bitter look on Constantine's face, he could only feel the whistling wind coming from his ears, and his body was grabbed by Emerson and fell quickly.

He had imagined this result a long time ago, so he wasn't too surprised, but this situation really made people unhappy.

Emerson didn't deliberately speed up, but just let his body fall freely, and his mind was always alert to the surrounding situation.

Although he is confident in his own strength, he should be more careful when entering such an unknown place rashly.

Fortunately, Emerson's vision was not affected by the darkness, and he was able to see the situation around him clearly.

Now it seems to have jumped into a hole, but Emerson can see that the surroundings are not imaginary land, but a layer of liquid-like objects.

It looks obviously a magical creation, and you can see that the passage above the head is recovering as they fall, and it has gradually become its original appearance.

The moment his feet hit the ground, Emerson immediately began to look at the space he was in.

This is a large space, and the inside is not empty at all, if it is not without a little sunshine, it is like a very warm dwelling.

The location where they fell looked like the living room, and the figure shrouded in darkness was sitting on the sofa looking at the two of them, and Emerson could clearly see that the other was holding a book in his hand.

"You finally came!"

It was the figure whose face could not be seen clearly who spoke first, and a trace of relaxation could be heard from his tone.

It was as if he had known that Emerson would come, and had been waiting for this day.

"You knew I was coming?" Emerson asked.

"Of course." Shadow sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't let myself go, there is such an uncontrollable existence like me."

He is a sensible person, no, he should be a sensible ghost.

When he saw him, Emerson already knew that the shadow in front of him did not exist physically.

"What's your choice?"

"I surrender. Anyway, I can't get out of this office, and I can't run away."

Shadow's confession was clean and tidy, obviously well prepared.

But what he said was true. If he could leave this office, he would have already run away with his things when Emerson went out.

Anyway, he is just a ghost with no body, where life is not life, there is no need to put yourself in danger at all!

"So my role is to help open the door?"

Constantine on the side was speechless for a while when he heard the conversation.

Originally, he thought that he would have to contribute no matter what he got down there, so as to get some points from Emerson.

But I didn't expect that the guy here is too knowledgeable about current affairs, so don't be too proactive.

Now it's all right, even if he wants to make some small moves, he has no chance.

Emerson will not continue to target this kind of people who directly rely on them. After all, this world is still in the early stages of entrepreneurship, and maintaining posture is very important.

However, he also had some questions in his heart, so he took this opportunity to ask: "What's the matter with your current state?"

"I was originally the warden here, but I died because of an accident, but I didn't die completely. After the body and soul were separated, the soul survived, and still attached to my body to continue to manage this place."

The soul, who claimed to be the warden, began to tell his own story.

The latter naturally continued to dominate here, until Batman turned this place into a private prison, then discovered his secret, and then found a magician to trap him in his office as a cage.

The corpse in Emerson's room belongs to this guy, and he usually possesses it to manage Arkham.

After all, Batman is busy fighting crime every day, so let him continue his previous position and manage Arkham instead of himself.

According to the former warden, Amanda may have discovered some clues, so she bought some supervisors to be able to move freely in Arkham.

Hearing what he said, Emerson immediately thought of his subordinates, and it seemed that some of them were still not telling the truth.

According to their account, what Amanda did was ordered by the warden, but now Emerson believes even more in the warden who is already a soul body, because he has no reason to lie to himself about this matter.

Chapter 506 Help

"Can you lift his restrictions?"

Emerson turned to Constantine and asked.

Now he can directly destroy this soul body, but if he wants to lift his restrictions, he needs a 'professional' to do it.

Constantine nodded: "He was made into a ground-bound spirit. I can increase his range of action, but there is no way to completely remove it."

The method here was set up by his old acquaintances. The strength of the other party is not inferior to his own. It is impossible to completely destroy this layout.

Unless the great lord in hell is attracted, that would be death.

Even knowing Emerson's strength is very strong, Constantine still cherishes his own life, and he didn't even mention this possibility.

Anyway, he also made a contribution, at least to expand the

A larger scope also reflects one's own ability.

"In the future, you will continue to help me manage Arkham. Believe me, although your ability is very weird, it is easy for me to destroy you."

With that said, Emerson punched directly at the top of the head.

An invisible air wave surged out, directly destroying everything here, and then the soil was compressed and rolled, directly opening a path leading to the top.

"Damn, pervert!"