"All this was done to guide her towards a sympathy for plants, molding her personality into soone who loves plants, making her willingly beco the advocate, dedicating everything for the plants..."
Catwoman revealed her teeth, saying: "Luckily, no one is targeting ."
"However, even if soone has targeted you, you won't be easily deceived. Think about it. When your mom serves you a bowl of salad, your first reaction would be to ask, do plants feel pain?"
Catwoman paused for a mont, then said: "I would definitely ask, why is there no at in tonight's al... and if she doesn't let eat, I can go out myself to find sothing to eat at midnight. We children of Gotham are first class when it cos to finding our own food."
"Just like a cat..." Shiller said: "Equally looking down on everyone."
"mories can be fabricated, but certain instincts engraved deep in your genes cannot be changed. If you gave such mories to a child who grew up in a slum, it would be easily exposed. At least we know that Pala has quite a decent background."
Entering into another green chamber, Shiller spoke: "There's another thing we know. It seems that Pala is resisting him, and he doesn't have the ans to force Pala to beco his spokesperson yet."
"So, he could only resort to this sowhat despicable thod, using deception to get Pala to unintentionally agree."
"But what can we do?" Catwoman asked sowhat anxiously: "Anyone who can use such despicable ans is certainly not a good person. That girl nad Pala is just a freshman, perhaps she will be deceived soon!"
"You're underestimating Pala. You don't know what level of existence is opposing her. The fact that Pala can refuse his request ans that she must be special."
With an umbrella knife in hand, Shiller walked, occasionally looking at the green sticky liquid stuck to his palm. A sowhat puzzled Catwoman trailed after him. After walking a while, she asked: "What are you doing? Where are you going?"
"Can't you tell?" Shiller held up his umbrella knife. Catwoman swallowed, contracting her neck, and said: "You can't possibly be planning to...".
"I will stab him.".
In the dark streets of Gotham, a figure in a trench coat was sprinting wildly. Upon reaching a slightly brighter intersection, Constantine halted.
He paused at the crossroads, throwing out a card. As the card transford into flas in the air, it illuminated the direction for him. Constantine was about to walk towards that intersection, but stopped, then muttered to himself: "...Wait, that's the direction of Gotham University, right?"
"Oh my God! All Things Green, how do you pick such locations?!" Constantine gritted his teeth: "God bless, I hope the agent you picked is not a student there. Otherwise, I can only pray for you..."
After hesitating by the roadside for a mont, he dashed towards the nearest telephone booth. He pickeed up the phone without dialing, and flas flickered on the dial. He spoke into the phone: "Miss Magician, when the hell are you arriving? I must remind you that things have already gotten out of hand!"
"Why? Why indeed? Don't tell the arrival of All Things Green in Gotham is a coincidence, that you cut a deal with All Things Green behind my back!"
"Now, he has invaded Gotham, or more importantly, Gotham University. He will be torn into pieces by that madman!"
"You said you were protecting Gotham. That's why I cooperated with you. But with so many coincidences happening together now, how can I trust you?" Constantine, sowhat angry, gestured outside the telephone booth, saying: "What's the deal with those madn? What about the plants? Don't tell they just happened to et each other!"
"Hearing your explanation? Zatanna, you always say that I am a deceiver, but aren't you the sa? In order to find your father, you are willing to do anything. One day, you would sell your soul to the devils, just like !"
Constantine hung off the phone forcefully, looking sowhat furious. In the thick fog and drizzle, he lit a cigarette. After inhaling deeply, within the white smoke exhaled, a fire suddenly sparked.
Constantine slightly opened his eyes, took the cigarette from his mouth, staring at the cluster of sparks outside the telephone booth, he said: "Who's there? Stop playing tricks!"
He snorted and stepped onto a magic array. The array's light pierced through the thick fog, but the fire didn't extinguish.
Constantine's figure flashed, landing on top of the telephone booth. The talisman he waved turned into light points, circling around him. The next second, flas ignited where he stood. He seed to be swallowed by the fire, screaming violently, being burned into charred wreckage.
But at this ti, a voice ca from the fog: "Stop pretending, Constantine, I know you're there."
The smoke dispersed, revealing Constantine's figure again in the telephone booth. He threw the cigarette away, exiting the booth saying: "Seems it's a fellow practitioner, did you guys arrive so soon?"
"Don't compare to those idiots, unless, you want to taste the dicine again." Constantine saw, a figure was walking out of the depths of the fog. As he approached, Constantine's eyes widened and he exclaid: "Doctor Brand?!"
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