I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 121 The First Fighting Arena in the World

A month later.

Greenwich Village, the pier off Twelfth Avenue.

It is hot in July, and the night breeze brings coolness from the river.

Under the yellow streetlights, Harley in a cool suspender dress is saying goodbye to a tall and vigorous black girl with short hair.

"Amanda, you are really capable. Stay and help me. Together, we can make a fortune in Gotham." Harley said sincerely.

Amanda Waller shook her head, her expression was indifferent, and she was not moved by Sister Halle's "deep affection".

"If it wasn't for Laurie's order, I wouldn't have come to Gotham at all, and I wouldn't have wasted my precious time and energy on dealing with Black Country affairs."

Uh, a month ago, after taking over Nicola's territory, Halle called for help like Miss Laurie.

In fact, there is no shortage of people around her. The old godfather borrowed 10 gunmen to help her suppress dissatisfaction. The Falcone family has specialized lawyers and accounting firms. She can choose a few "military advisers" who specialize in trivial matters.

After the news of Sister Halle's "opening of the hall" came out, countless "reckless heroes" came here admiringly.

It also includes old Gibbs, the "waiter" in the mercenary supermarket.

Uh, something happened to him, he was fired from the mercenary supermarket, and he was unemployed at home.

With these people, Harley can easily suppress the territory and younger brother left by Nikola.

But with so many subordinates, none of them are truly trustworthy.

The big black girl Prika is capable, and she is familiar with it, so she is a good second-in-command choice, but Harley is embarrassed to pry the corner of the boss of Sass.

So Halle turned to Laurie for help, hoping to send a trustworthy and capable agent to at least help her complete the initial team formation.

In addition to the fact that there is a lack of trustworthy talents, Halle is also expressing her attitude to Laurie: Although I accidentally became a gangster, I have not forgotten my identity.

A few months ago, her thinking would have been relatively simple, but after being taught by the old godfather for two months, Harley's mentality and three views have really "matured" a lot.

She started to have ambitions.

If she can borrow the resources of the US government and the government while controlling the influence of the Hei Dao, can she take off?
Not only is wealth and power taking off, Harley still pays more attention to personal strength.

For example, now, just half a month after the opening of the boxing stadium, she has already reached level 25 and has been promoted by four levels.

The boxing arena is the most secure, reliable, stable and efficient source of experience points.

The skyrocketing wealth also allowed her to use unlimited delicacies from mountains and seas to upgrade her food defense expertise to level [-]—the ability to digest high-level toxins.

Proteins, heavy metals, and chemical toxoids can hardly harm her.

If there were no supernatural items, she could digest most of the poisons in the world as food.

In addition to toxin digestion, the speed of physical strength and recovery power brought by swallowing food has also been greatly improved.

Halle has tested in her exclusive exercise room, as long as she is provided with sports drinks uninterruptedly, she can run on a treadmill at a speed of 10 meters per second for two days and two nights, or even longer.

She stopped only because she was mentally exhausted.

Then, troubles also came, ordinary food can no longer improve food defense expertise.

She has to devour "wonderful things" to upgrade.

After regaining consciousness from the memory, Harley continued to persuade: "You also know my 'Super Fighting Contest' plan, which will inevitably attract a large number of superhumans in the future.

In this way, can't we just sit at home and deliver the materials of various extraordinary people to the table by ourselves? "

Amanda shook her head: "It is precisely because Director Laurie and I agree with your plan that I will come to help you for a month.

But that's all.

The current members of the 'Quinn Family' are almost all selected by me through government databases.

Don't say everyone's net worth is clean, at least your younger brother is cleaner than other black families in Gotham.

The personnel are tidy, the general framework of the gang has been built, and the rest is just slowly accumulating.

Even if I stay, I will play the role of a butler.You can pick anyone with experience. "

"Okay, let's work together again if we have a chance." Harry sighed.

Watching Waller get into the taxi, she walked back slowly.

A rectangular warehouse by the Hudson River, four stories high, 30 meters by 50 meters in size, in front of the door is a dock for ships, and behind the door is a concrete parking lot.

A month ago, cargo ships from all over the world approached the dock, unloaded their cargo, and stored it in the nearest warehouse. Then freight vehicles from Gotham City entered through the back door, loaded with cargo and sent it to various parts of New York State.

A month later, the back door of the warehouse facing 14th Avenue was hung with a flashing neon plaque of "The World's No. [-] Fighting Field", and the front and back doors were full of luxury cars of various styles.

Across the street, you can hear bursts of voices in the warehouse, shouts, cheers, DJ's announcement
"Miss Halle!"

Before Harry even got close to the back door, a capable black-girl shooter with a huge "H" printed on the chest of his T-shirt greeted him respectfully.

"Stay vigilant and ensure the safety of every guest." Harry nodded and continued walking.

In the street and parking lot within 20 meters of the warehouse, there are 25 "guards" arranged by her. They are all gunmen with live ammunition. There are men and women. Most of them are young people under the age of [-]. They all worship "Miss Halle" .

Crime Alley was not originally called Crime Alley, but "Park Street".

After the death of the Wayne couple, that relatively prosperous and peaceful neighborhood became the notorious "Crime Alley".

In less than half a year, it had become the most desolate and poorest neighborhood in Gotham, and the song and dance theater near the death spot of the Wayne couple even closed down.

why?
People die in Gotham every day, and death is not uncommon, but the death of Wayne and his wife is a big event that shakes Gotham.

Even the Wayne couple are dead, and other rich people are willing to approach that block?

Without the rich guys on the Upper East Side, who will spend?

Therefore, protecting the rich customers is the first rule that both black and white businesses in Gotham abide by.

"Miss Halle!" When they came to the back door, two handsome young men in suits bowed and helped Halle open the glass door.

On their chests, there is also a golden brooch with the letter "H".

Harry didn't even give the two of them a look.

The gunman is still her younger brother, but these waiters come from various colleges and universities in Gotham. They are educated, polite, and beautiful. They come here to work part-time to earn living expenses.

If there are rich women or rich people who are interested in them, they can leave at any time as long as they say hello to the manager.

Entering the gate, the hustle and bustle and neon lights are blowing in your face, wishing to fill your eyes and ears.

The hall converted from a warehouse was more than [-] square meters, and the stands on the upper and lower floors were crowded with people.

The fighting arena is on the pool in the center of the hall.

Warehouses and pools are not contradictory.

Because the warehouse is by the river, a waterway connecting the Hudson River is opened, and small cargo ships can directly enter the warehouse.

Just like the Sixing Warehouse in the movie "Eight Hundred".

Harley laid steel plates and carpets over the waterway, and erected a ring half a meter above the ground in the large pool at the end of the waterway.

The audience was blocked by a fence and watched the match through a two-meter-wide canal. The boxers had no fence and were often knocked into the air, hitting the railing in front of the audience and falling into the pool in embarrassment.

Very exciting.

"Sister Halle, Ou Feina is gone?" As soon as he returned to the exclusive private room on the second floor, the old Gibbs in a red tie and black tuxedo leaned over with a smile on his face.

"Oh, she's a talent, but it's a pity that she just wanted to make a quick buck, so she rejected my offer." Harley lay on the soft boss chair, and a bikini waitress immediately brought a cup of iced macchiato coffee.

Looking down at the noisy boxing ring below, drinking a sip of iced coffee while blowing on the air conditioner, Harry felt slightly drunk as if he had become a king.

"Ou Feina doesn't look like an ordinary person, it's good to leave." Old Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief.

He has always regarded Amanda as the biggest competitor of "Miss Halle's number one confidant".

"What's going on these days?" Harry asked casually while enjoying the boxing match.

The ruling structure of Hong Kong associations is generally as follows: sitting in the hall (boss), red stick (gunner), white paper fan (lawyer, military adviser, accountant), straw sandals (foreign affairs officer), and forty-nine (ordinary younger brother).

The old Gibbs had a wide range of friends and well-informed information, and was responsible for liaison with internal and external affairs, which was equivalent to "straw sandals".

However, his pair of "straw sandals" are closer to the boss, so their status is higher.

But he has no personnel or financial power.

Old Gibbs stood by the side with his hands down, thinking: "The other 12 boxing rings we have in Gotham are all running well, and there are no major troubles. As for Gotham"

"The disappearance of the homeless children was finally investigated by the GCPD. Well, it was the detective Jim Gordon who found out that a couple of men and women were ensnaring young men and women in large numbers in the name of charities."

"For human organs, or sexual karma?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Old Gibbs handed Harry a newspaper.

"The GCPD didn't investigate clearly, but I can guess that there is a powerful force behind the couple. Then, under the interference of the big figures in the police station, the criminal was treated as a mental illness, locked in the Arkham Asylum, and the case was closed."

Harry froze when she flipped through the newspaper. She saw a black-and-white photo of a group of rescued orphans. One of them had a round face, which seemed to be Selena.

The old Gibbs continued, "The other day there was another drag hero, and everyone called him 'Balloon Man'.

Balloon Man is different from previous drag heroes.

He's not interested in bank robbers, but in Gotham's notorious dignitaries who escaped justice.

There are already three victims, namely a wealthy businessman in the Upper East Side, a sheriff who collects street shop protection fees, and a parish priest who sexually abuses boys.

They were hung on weather balloons by the balloon man and died without a place to bury them.

Boss, I think you should be careful recently, don't go out alone.

The balloon man came and went without a trace, and the victims were hung on the balloon without paying attention. "

"What do you mean? I'm a serious businessman, why should I be careful about cross-dressing heroes?" Harley threw away the newspaper and asked with a wooden face.

"Uh, Sister Halli, I'm not targeting you. In fact, based on my decades of experience, cross-dressing heroes always like to attack the big bosses who are in the limelight." The old man said embarrassingly.

"Stop talking nonsense, help me find Selena Kyle." Harley shouted.

"Don't look for it, I'm here." The waitress outside opened the door, and Selena, who was wearing a gorgeous blue dress with rhinestones, walked in.

Seeing that her hairstyle was specially arranged, Harley couldn't help asking curiously, "Are you going to be a sugar daddy, or are you planning to go to a sugar daddy?"

Selena fell silent unexpectedly, with a gloomy expression, "The second generation of rich people failed."

Harry glanced at old Gibbs, but didn't delve into the topic for the time being. Instead, he asked, "What's the matter with the kidnapping of vagrants? Why didn't you come to me?"

"When I need you, it's too late to find you; when I don't need help, there's no need to find you.

I don't know if the other party is a cult organization or a human trafficking organization. He has been abducting homeless children on the street for the past six months.

I'm not that stupid to let those guys get their way.

It's just that there was a mistake, and I happened to be caught by the GCPD when I was stealing something. It was that Jim Gordon.

He took me to the police station, and then arranged for me to go to the North State Orphanage with other homeless children.

And guess what? "

Selena said incredulously: "GCPD has simply refreshed the lower limit of incompetence!
When traffickers came to the police station in a yellow school bus, they thought they were people from the orphanage, and loaded us into it, as eagerly and perfunctorily as throwing garbage into a garbage truck.

I have suffered a disaster.

Fortunately, I was quick and clever, not only escaped by myself, but also exposed the lair of the traffickers to the GCPD.

Unfortunately, the GCPD will always be the GCPD, even if 'Hero Detective' Jim Gordon leads the team himself.

Obviously a well-organized criminal gang, and even controlled an independent dock, the police detectives only caught the female traffickers who went to the streets to cheat homeless children, and had no idea of ​​following the clues.

The procuratorate was even more outrageous, thinking that the woman was mentally ill, and sent her to Arkham to close the case.

As for where the waifs who disappeared in the past six months went and how they were rescued, they didn't care at all. "

(End of this chapter)