I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 146 Price Magic
Harley came to today's charity banquet, mainly for Shangdu and her possible friends.

Bruce came over for Wayne's board of directors.

He is not stupid, knowing that the Court of Owls is composed of Gotham elites, especially the great-grandfather Thomas Wayne may also be the founder of the court, he naturally thinks that his Wayne Group probably hides a brood of owls.

Therefore, he intends to take the opportunity to find out and observe their reactions when facing him.

When necessary, he will also use language skills to deceive them.

The idea is good, but he got one thing wrong: Wayne Group has too many charitable foundations—charity can avoid taxes and promote the company's image.

Therefore, the directors didn't care about this "little" banquet of tens of millions of dollars.

The directors did not come, only a middle-aged black girl supervisor named Marisa was arranged.

Bruce was helpless, he couldn't eat a big meal, so he could only make do with side dishes.

"Ms. Marisa, I'll tell you the truth, I want to talk to the directors, just two things. First, why the Arkham project is divided into three, and why it is working with two black families; second, last year my parents was killed, Wayne Manor was raided by assassins a few days ago, is it possible that some directors were involved."

Bruce didn't beat around the bush.

The skinny middle-aged black girl seemed to be greatly frightened, she covered her mouth and said in horror: "Bruce, who gave you ecstasy soup and made you say such terrible things?
The Wayne Group has absolutely never cooperated with criminals, and all the directors are kind and hardworking good people. "

"Are you sure?" Bruce frowned.

"Of course, the Wayne Group never does anything illegal, I swear to God." The black girl Marisa swore.

"Stab—" The video wall that was playing a charity promotional video flickered for a while, and the angry look of a middle-aged man with a long face appeared on the screen.

"The Wayne Group is the root of all evil, and today I will prove it to everyone!"

From the background of the video, it appears that the man in the chef's uniform is on the roof, near the ventilation fan.

In front of him was a big tin can.

"Have you heard of a drug called 'Viper'? As a new type of Du Ping, it has become famous in Gotham recently."

"Shit!" Harry slapped his forehead, guessing what happened.

As the world's largest consumer city of Dupin, various types of Dupin flow into Gotham every day every day, but recently there is a special drug called BT, which shocked even Halle.

That kind of potion is extremely volatile, just open the bottle cap, put your nose over it, and the liquid will naturally vaporize into green smoke.

In addition to being very high, it also has a powerful effect: making people become Captain America in a short time!

Rogers next door.

It is not so much Du Ping, it is more like a failed soldier strengthening potion.

It can only make people stronger temporarily, and the side effect is the potential and vitality of the body.

After using it more than ten times, the bones are brittle like wood, the muscles are as weak as jelly, and the heart can't bear its own gravity and burst. It's almost suicide.

But even though it had huge side effects, all the gangsters, including Falcone, were alarmed.

The reason is simple. Gotham lacks everything, but there is no shortage of lunatics.

In case a madman organizes a group of strengthened soldiers to raid the lair of the boss
"That's right, I, did it! I gave them to the drug addicts on the street to warn you, but Wayne Enterprises is so rich that it is easy to suppress this big news.

After thinking about it, I suddenly got enlightenment from the witch Harley! "The long-faced middle-aged man showed a smug grin on his face, making everyone in the hall terrified.

Many people also looked at Harry warily.

Hali's expression was dull, with a calm expression on his face, and he cursed secretly in his heart: Sister Hali is so quick and neat in doing things, how can it be like you pushing around at critical moments and wasting time waiting for someone to come back?Poisoned people to death, can't you brag about it?
"The death of the common people cannot attract the attention of the big shots, so kill the big shots! Today, here, is a repeat of the Gotham Cathedral."

"This bastard is slandering my reputation." Harry couldn't help complaining to everyone around him.

The middle-aged man patted the "liquefied gas tank" in front of him, and said with a sneer, "It's full of poisonous snake potions that can drive people in the whole building crazy. Valve, hehehe"

The middle-aged man in the white coat was still chattering, and Harry had caught a glimpse of Jim Gordon rushing into the hall like the wind, and then entered the stairwell without looking back.

".My name is Stan Potowski, a biopharmaceutical researcher at the Wayne Group.

Wayne Pharmaceuticals disregarded life, not only experimented with living people, killed countless homeless people captured from the street, and even planned to put this medicine with extremely side effects into use.

The high-ranking big men don't care about the life and death of ordinary soldiers at all. They only want money, war, and victory
Harley the Witch is right, Gotham is hell, the well-dressed elite, and demons in human skin.

Everyone in Gotham has symptoms of being possessed by a demon.

This sick city needs an exorcist, and I'm going to exorcise Gotham—boom, whoop—"

Two shots were fired, and the self-proclaimed "second-generation exorcist" scientist tilted his body and fell down.

Jim Gordon's square face appeared in the camera.

"Don't worry, everyone, the terrorists have been killed, the crisis is resolved, the music will not stop, and the banquet will continue." He said with a righteous face.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Heroic detective, well-deserved reputation!"

The applause and cheers in the hall were deafening. Everyone was very satisfied after watching a thrilling and exciting show.

"This rubbish." Harry was a little sad, sad for such a stupid student.

If you want to learn from Sister Harley, learn the whole set.

Sister Halle didn't teach you to talk.

Moreover, the "witch's same bulletproof windbreaker" only costs 99, not [-].

It's so hot in the mercenary supermarket, since you're a fan of Sister Hali, why don't you get one?
Although there was no danger, the charity banquet ended hastily.

In fact, when the reporters surrounded Gordon and Harvey, Halle and Mrs. Shangdu left.

They went back to Mrs. Shangdu's apartment.

The apartment faces the street, and Shangdu lives on the first floor. There is a small garden outside the door, and a signboard "Mrs. Shangdu (Welcome, don't be afraid)" is erected on the iron fence.

Uh, straight to the point.

There is also a green eye relief carved on the wooden door.

Perhaps it symbolizes that Mrs. Shangdu's eyes can see through the future?
"Do you know the origin of 'Mrs. Shangdu'?" Shangdu sat on the single sofa, stroking the back of the black cat, and asked leisurely.

Her family has several cats, all of which are black.

Harry shook his head, "It sounds a bit like Chinese."

"It's Chinese, Shangdu, Dadu, Zhongdu, are you familiar with it?" Mrs. Shangdu said in standard Beijing movies.

Harry asked in surprise: "The 'Shangdu' of the Yuan Dynasty?"

Madame Shangdu smiled and nodded, "I am Kublai Khan's astrologer, he trusts and respects me very much, courtiers often call me 'the lady of Shangdu'.

So, after leaving China, I have been using this name. "

"Your hometown is England, right? Why don't you become a forest fairy?" Harry asked puzzled.

"For some reason, the ancient spirit in the forest abandoned me, and I lost all magic power."

A gloomy look appeared on Shangdu's pretty face.

After the death of King Arthur, Britain fell into turmoil, but Shangdu lost its power and was wanted (involved by her second sister Morgan Le Fay).

In order to leave England, she worked as a slave for more than a month beside the rude Viking captain.

After finally escaping to Europe, medieval Europe was frantically cleaning up witches.

If a witch has power, she is not afraid of church warriors.

I am afraid that I will bear the reputation, but I have no strength.

For example, Shangdu.

Later, in order to survive, like a skilled girl, she sold her body many times until she fled all the way to the far east.

Not only did the people there not hunt witches, but because of her amazing talent in prophecy, they regarded her as a guest of honor.

Kublai Khan even gave her a formal official position, and he listened carefully to her suggestions on major and minor matters.

Not as a lover, but a pure monarch-subject relationship.

It is also because of the long-lost dignity gained under Kublai Khan in the Yuan Dynasty that she is especially grateful for those beautiful years, and she was named "Mrs. Shangdu".

"Harry, you don't want to be controlled. I understand, but reality doesn't give us much choice at all.

Where there is magic, there is power.

There is a big difference between having power and not having power for a witch.

No matter how high the ultimate price is, it cannot compare to a miserable life without strength. "

Mrs. Shangdu expressed her feelings and sighed deeply.

Harry could feel that everyone was telling the truth, but he still asked: "Madam said earlier that the ancestors thought of a way to avoid the source of magic and use magic."

Shang Du nodded slightly, and sighed: "From ancient times to modern times, countless people with lofty ideals have wanted to find another way, a way that their own magic power will not be affected by the source of magic power.

It's a pity that the world has long lost the magic power of masterless.

You said that your magical powers are innate and have nothing to do with any gods.

But the problem is, the world you live in is only part of the magic power of the Supreme One.

Like a parasite in the human body, proudly saying to his companions - I can survive without relying on anyone.

But in fact, every strength it grows comes from the body of the person who treats it like a god. "

"In such a desperate situation, where did the ancestors find a breakthrough?" Harry frowned.

"They spent a lot of money and finally found the simplest answer - the supreme existence must also exist in the universe, so there must be a law of the universe that overrides the supreme being." The lady of the upper capital said.

"What rules?" Harry asked.

"Magic has to pay a price." Shangdu said in a deep voice.

Harry had a strange expression on his face, "What is this?"

"This is the truth!" Shang Du said seriously.

Harry didn't argue, just asked, "How can this truth be used?"

"Magic has to pay a price. So, if you pay the price first, can you get magic power? Let me tell you, yes!"

Then, God taught Harry a magic: the escape room spell.

This is a no mantra and no mantra.

It is not so much a mantra, but more like a meditation method to develop the special potential of the body.

"You can understand it this way, the human body itself is a microcosm, the macrocosm has a magic factor, and the microcosm should also have it.

Now, with this mantra, you activate your own microcosm. "

After practicing for two hours, Harry opened his eyes and said, "I don't feel anything."

No breath, no blood rushing.

Other than better concentration, nothing seemed to change.

Mrs. Shangdu smiled strangely, found a hemp rope, and tied Harry into a mummy from top to bottom.

"Can you break free?" she asked.

Harry tried it, shaking his head.

"Remember that spell."

Harry nodded.

Everyone picked up a fruit knife and poked hard at Harry's arm.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Harry howled.

Shangdu looked down and asked strangely, "Why didn't you bleed?"

"I have practiced "Iron Shirt", the hard body qigong." Harry said nonsense.

She didn't comment on it, put the tip of the knife on her arm, and pressed down hard.

The Sea Consciousness Experience Tank doesn't even have the tiniest bubbles, which means it's completely harmless.

Therefore, Harry didn't resist, and endured the pain to let her poke.

Suddenly Shang Du put away his knife and said, "Get up."

"What?" Harry was puzzled, subconsciously moved, and then she was stunned, the rope that was tightly tied to her body had been loosened and fell to her feet.

"Is this magic? What you just tied was a knot!" Harry said in surprise.

Shang Du threw the fruit knife back into the fruit bowl, and explained: "This is the secret room escape technique invented by Zatara.

I poke you with a knife, you're hurting, that's the price.

You paid the price, the magic works.

It's that simple.

There is no doubt that this is also magic.

The whole process completely avoids all sources of magic.

In other words, your own body is the source of the magic. "

(End of this chapter)