"It over!"
Looking around at the mess in the underground base, Wonder Woman let out a sigh, her eyes sweeping over everyone present. With a smile, she said,
"Maybe I should formally introduce myself. I am Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, called here by John Constantine to assist."
"We of course know you are Wonder Woman."
jade was curious: "But why did only you come to help? Wouldn't it have been easier to defeat the demons if Batman and the others were here too?"
"No, they actually aren't very good at dealing with demons."
Wonder Woman shook her head, "About that, I think, John Constantine should explain it to you."
As her words fell, she gave a deep look at Johnny, now transformed into the Ghost Rider.
Following that, Wonder Woman figure blurred into a streak and vanished from sight, leaving only her words lingering in the air.
"Let call it a day. We will have the opportunity to meet again."
Jackie Chan and the others looked at each other.
Although this incident had concluded, they couldn't shake off the feeling that they were just minor players, still unclear about the full situation.
The real manipulator behind the scenes seemed to be John Constantine, who mysteriously disappeared at the critical moment and hadn't shown his face from the beginning to the end.
At that moment.
In a Chinese teahouse in Chinatown, Anton, sipping tea, squinted his eyes, showing a contented smile.
Since his time travel, this was the first time he tasted something that reminded him of home.
Coffee, no matter how expensive, always made him want to vomit when he thought about its bizarre origins involving animal excrement like civet cats, elephants, birds, and monkeys.
Anton mused.
Ring, ring, ring!
Suddenly, the ringing of his phone broke the silence.
Anton picked up the phone, seeing that the caller ID showed it was the Minister of Defense, Kler. He wasn't surprised.
Lately, any official information was communicated through Kler, who dealt with matters related to national security, perfectly aligning with his duties as the Minister of Defense.
On another note, Kler and he had a good personal relationship, allowing them to leverage their friendship.
"Anton, I think it time you wrote a report."
Kler, after a brief greeting that betrayed a hint of frustration, spoke up about a significant incident:
"You must be aware of the situation in Los Angeles. The big case where thirty-eight gang members died—we can skip that, but you need to clarify the matter about magic, the aint', and demons."
"These matters, the head of District 13, Sheriff Blake, should have already clarified sufficiently, right?" Anton shrugged helplessly.
"Mr. Kler, if you're looking for more specifics, I'm afraid I can't provide any more details."
"What do you mean?" Kler pressed. "Isn't John Constantine one of your people? Even if he not, Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, certainly is, right?"
"You're right, Constantine isn't really part of the Justice League he at most our magic consultant. As for Diana, her involvement with Constantine is personal," Anton explained.
"This time, John Constantine sought our help for some issues. Regarding the magical realm, people like Batman lack the necessary abilities, and only Wonder Woman could assist him."
"So, the Justice League has known about the existence of magic in this world?" Kler inquired.
"Not just the Justice League, you knew as well," Anton responded.
"As far as I know, Sheriff Blake, the head of District 13, had reported these matters to his superiors, but no one believed him.
You even thought Sheriff Blake had a delusional disorder and considered dismissing him from his post, didn't you?"
Kler was momentarily silenced by this. Anton words, though not vulgar, essentially accused the American officials of negligence in their duties.
Of course, Kler wasn't bothered, as he often spoke similarly himself.
"Anton, I want to meet John Constantine," Kler decided after a pause.
"Can you arrange that?"
"Sure,"
Anton agreed readily.
"I'll arrange for you to meet at Old Dad antique shop. You can bring Sheriff Blake from District 13 he knows where the shop is."
Anton was planning to bring John Constantine, his front for handling magical affairs, into the open. The formation of a so-called "Dark Justice League" needed manpower.
In some cases, they might even need official help to block the news.
Therefore, arranging a meeting between John Constantine and the officials could actually benefit the establishment and operations of this Dark Justice League.
"Okay."
After saying this, Kler hung up the phone and went to hand over his work.
The antique shop.
A large truck was parked at the entrance.
Inside the cargo box of the truck was a statue of the saint.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, it was inconvenient to move the saint to the war fortress located in the universe, but that was no trouble at all.
Placing the saint in the cargo box and moving it to the front of the antique shop was making full use of the resources.
Soon.
Old Dad and the others returned to the antique shop.
Constantine was already sitting there, sipping tea, and it was not just any tea but Old Dad prized authentic Da Hong Pao.
"Hey, you really don't hold back, do you?"
Old Dad immediately noticed his treasured collection being squandered, his eyes nearly turning green with envy.
He was so upset he wanted to release the demon from the bottle and fight Constantine for three hundred rounds, exclaiming in frustration,
"You brat, do you know how rare this tea is? I can't even bring myself to drink it!"
Da Hong Pao originates from the Wuyi Mountains and is the most famous tea there, growing on a steep cliff in the Nine Dragon Nest.
The true flavor of Da Hong Pao tea remains even after nine brews and is hailed as the king among teas.
Although Da Hong Pao is popular in the market now, most of what is available is generically named without distinction.
Each rock area and variety of tree contributes to differences in taste and price.
Naturally, Old Dad wouldn't be drinking a fake.
Constantine took a sip of the hot tea, the flavor lingering on his lips and teeth, and smiled.
"This tea is really good."
He laughed and said, "Old Dad, don't be so stingy. I just solved a big problem for you."
"What big problem? We handle our own demons."
Old Dad clenched his fist, ready to unleash a Crane Spread Wings and pin this shameless guy, Constantine, to the ground.
It had been many years since he had truly thrown a punch, and he had almost forgotten that he was still a master of martial arts.
"You should check out the truck outside."
Constantine said, "That the trouble I've taken care of for you."
"Eh?"
Without needing Constantine to explain further, jade had already seen the truck parked outside the antique shop when she returned.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked into the cargo box, freezing in place with her eyes wide open, barely able to speak.
"Uncle Jackie, Old Dad!"
"Come and see!"
jade screamed, "It the saint! The saint has been captured!"
"What?"
Old Dad was stunned.