I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 151 Harley Ferocious
"Boom!"

Who fired the first shot, Sass or Fish's boy?
Harry didn't know.

"Bang bang bang bang."

The next moment, dozens of sparks lit up near the bar, and the bullets whizzed and flew randomly, smashing the wine bottles and glasses behind the counter, shooting into the wooden floor with a muffled sound, and more falling on the human body, causing a miserable howl.

Old Cammy, the old oil bottle, is next to him. Of course, Harley must protect his safety first.

Standing between him and Fish's younger brother, she pulled off her hood and turned into a masked man, bent over to support old Cammy, and trot towards the corner of the bar, holding a gun in Fish's direction with her vacant right hand.

"Puff puff puff!" She was shot several times.

"Gudong Gudong." The experience jar in the sea of ​​knowledge kept bubbling, but the amount was not large.

"Fack, Fish doesn't talk about tradition. It's clearly a negotiation, but he's already prepared for a merger."

When Harry was squatting at the corner of the marble bar to change bullets, Boss Seth's frantic voice rang in his ears.

Glancing at him, she didn't make a long speech, she mocked his innocence, and said directly: "You take care of the boss, I'll go charge."

"Where are you going?" After a hail of bullets, old Kamai's spirit was better than before, his tone was calm and his eyes were calm and decisive.

"Get out of here first, and when I gather my men, Fish is the lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

Harry ignored the old man, and only quickly stretched out his head, glanced at Fish's position in the middle, and pushed the fully loaded new magazine into the Mauser pistol.

"Boss Sass, help me cover first, and then get up and kill the person who attacked me later."

Sas held a gun in each hand, and stretched out his left hand from the side when he heard the words.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Harley jumped out from the other side, with a chic and elegant front flip, "catch" four or five bullets in mid-air, landed on the bar, and ran wildly at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

"Da da da da!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Bullets rained down on her like plantains.

"Gudong Gudong." The jar continued to bubble, and the growth was a bit fierce.

Seth simply stood up at this moment, because Harley attracted the attention of most of the enemies.

"Bang bang bang bang!" He attacked with precision, and the gunmen who shot Harry with submachine guns fell down one by one.

"Bang bang bang!" Harley was running around on the bar and tables and chairs, shooting at all the gunmen who stood in front of him.

There was a distance of 20 meters in front of Fish, with eight or nine boys and four or five tables. It took Halle only three seconds to come within three steps of Fish from the moment he jumped out.

At this time, Mauser was already empty in her hand, and Fish had five younger brothers beside her.

Especially the giant Butch Grandy, who is close to two meters tall and weighs more than two hundred kilograms.

Harry jumped off the table, in mid-air, with his head on his feet, his hands reaching for Fish's neck, making a grappling gesture.

"Looking for death!" Butch threw away the micro punch, picked up a stainless steel chair, and stood in front of Fish, like swinging a tennis racket.
"boom!"

Harry didn't catch anyone, but his movements remained the same, his hands stretched out like lightning, he took the initiative to face the chair, clamped the two chair legs firmly, arched his body, and slapped the chair with his back.

"Gu dong gu dong."

There was a huge bubble in the experience jar, and it was only halfway to level 28.

"Pfft!"

Because Harley was holding onto the chair leg, even though she was hit, Butch didn't slap her away, but was pulled so that she couldn't stand still, and fell forward.

Harley reacted so quickly that she let go of the chair legs in an instant, rolled her body, and avoided being crushed by Butch's "corpse".

However, she squatted down on the ground, and the movement of preparing to pounce forward came to an abrupt end.

Fish, who climbed from the bottom to a high position, is in his prime, and has not lost his bravery and "martial arts".

"That's it." She stepped forward just right, and pressed the gun to Harry's slightly sweaty smooth forehead.

"Sister Yu, I bet you don't have bullets in your gun." Harry laughed triumphantly.

Her expression and performance were so calm and confident that Fish was really taken aback.

Because just now, she did shoot Harry a few times. How many times?

She subconsciously glanced at herself at Colt.

In just a few tenths of a second in a daze, Harley's figure disappeared from her muzzle.

Harley's self-confidence does not come from counting bullets, or the metaphysics of a certain anti-war boss, even if she squats there and lets Fish hit him, so what?
Level 27 defense is up.

So, after she made a joke, she didn't care about Fish's reaction at all, she just retracted her head, stretched it out, and rushed forward, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

It is the action of dodging bullets in Hong Kong movie classics.

The movements are coherent, and he looks very chic and handsome.

At this moment, Fish came back to his senses and pulled the trigger, fulfilling Halle's famous scene.

There was a bullet in the gun, but it emptied.

"Oh!"

The next moment, there was a loud noise from the lower abdomen, and the embarrassment froze on Fish's face.

Harley was like a battering ram, her legs pushed the ground hard, her body rushed upwards diagonally, her head was like a giant hammer, firmly pressed against Fish's lungs.

Fish was more than two meters above the ground and flew in the air, his black face was already purple and he was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

Harry refused to let her go.

Make a combo.

Following two steps, he stretched out his hand to grab Fish's ankle, pulled it down hard, and threw it towards the table.

"Boom!" Fish's body was like a mallet, smashing the wooden table, and collapsed in the pile of messy wood, turning into a dead fish rolling its eyes.

At this time, the other four gunmen guarding Fish reacted, some drew their guns, and some punched Harry.

Harley shrank back, hid beside the fist-wielding boy, and punched him in the heart.

"Crack!" The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible.

The strong black man's eyes were bloodshot and violent, and he died on the spot.

Harley used his body as a shield, pushed forward to the side of the three big men with guns "bang bang bang", and punched from the side, smashing one's Adam's apple.

With a piercing click, the shooter was killed.

The other two had already emptied their magazines. The black man with the cut cut yelled "Ah", turned around and ran, and the white man with the tattoos quickly backed away while changing the magazines.

Harry hooked a broken table leg into the air with his right foot, and swung his slender and vigorous thigh vigorously, like kicking a football, "Crack!"

The falling table leg was kicked at the end, like a sharp arrow flying out, piercing the tattooed man's face.

"Ah!" With a wail, he fell to the ground.

"Fish was caught by me, stop all of them!" Harley yelled at Fish's younger brother in the hall.

The gunfire stopped, and the boys on both sides looked at her in shock.

Old Cammy poked his head out from behind the bar.

At this moment, her eyes were bulging, her expression was dull, and she murmured: "Harry, the witch, really lives up to her reputation. She is even more shocking than what she saw on TV."

Seth swallowed, "I'm not as good as her, but half a year ago, she was still practicing boxing in my bar. At that time, she was not as fast as me."

"I want you to die!" Butch Grundy, who had rushed to the street before, got up from the ground, opened his arms, and roared to hug and kill Harley.

With a sneer at the corner of Harry's mouth, he took a step forward, grasped both his wrists with lightning speed, and then jumped up, his right foot kicking his legs like lightning.

"Boom!" The back of his foot pressed against his thick and strong chin.

Butch was dazed.

His right foot fell, his left foot followed the lightning, and he stayed in the same place again. Butch's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were lax.

His body was weak, he wanted to back up, he wanted to fall.

But Harry's hands were like iron hoops, tightly clamping his wrists, preventing him from backing up, preventing him from falling limp.

She kicked him four or five times in a row, until he spurted blood from seven holes and softened into a puddle of mud before she stopped.

"Who else!"

No one even dared to look her in the eyes this time.

Wherever Harley's gaze swept across, Fish's younger brothers bowed their heads to avoid, while the surviving black girl gunman was in awe of her.

"Boss, you can come out now!" Harry changed his expression and said with a smile.

"Oh, Seth helped me up." When the old godfather moved his body, his legs felt sore and weak. It turned out that he had been kneeling on the floor watching the "God of War Halle Show" before he knew it.

Counting the battle damage, two of Sass' six black girl gunmen were killed and three were injured, and Harley's five gunmen were killed four times and one was seriously injured.

There were more than 50 gunmen inside and outside Fish's house, 18 of them were killed and more than 20 were injured.

In just 2 minutes of gunfight, the result was so tragic.

Harry was a little thankful that his friend Prika was only shot and did not die immediately.

Sass made a phone call, and within a quarter of an hour, more than 30 gunmen rushed over.

Well, Fish's Fishbone Bar is in New Town and Crime Lane on the north side of the Upper East Side, and Sass' Bali Street and Crown Point are neighbors.

"Boss Sass, the penguin Cobot is at the back door, and he wants to see His Excellency Falcone immediately." A black girl walked up to Sass and whispered.

Seth talked to old Cammy again.

Old Kami snorted coldly, "Now he's down."

Although his tone was blunt, he waved most of the gunmen out of the bar, leaving only Harley, Seth, and a few black girl gunmen.

Penguin still needs a double agent who keeps his identity secret.

"Your Excellency Falcone, it's great that you're fine."

The penguin limped and ran like a clumsy penguin with a "twisting step", and his excited voice was like crying and laughing, which was very recognizable.

"Fish she, uh, Fish she—"

Seeing Butch and Fish lying side by side on the ground, bleeding from all seven holes, the penguin's screaming stopped abruptly.

"She's dead?" His voice was full of unwillingness and annoyance.

"Not dead, passed out."

Harry is now curled up on an armchair, drinking a soda leisurely.

"It's fine if you're not dead, it's fine if you're not dead." Penguin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you go before? I called you in the morning, and I didn't come here until now." Old Cammy asked.

"Hey, look at me now, how embarrassed I am."

Penguin opened his arms and circled in front of Falcone.

His suit was dirty, his cheeks were covered with bruises, and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop. He was really in a mess.

"You smell burnt, got an electric shock?" Harry asked.

Coppert nodded again and again, and said excitedly in a sharp voice that seemed to be crying and laughing: "If I tell the story of today's experience, you probably won't believe it.

I'm having tea with Maroney this morning, a madman. An electrocutor, you know? "

Electrocute Man, this very supervillain-style name, has indeed appeared on TV and newspapers many times recently.

He is similar to the previous "Balloon Man" and "Gas Man" (the Wayne Pharmaceutical researcher who was killed by Gordon), and he is a bit of an "unjust hero".

The electrocutors specifically targeted the black leaders on Maroni's side.

"Did the electrocutor come after you?" Harry asked.

The Penguin is the leader of Maroni's subordinates.

"The electrocutor was Maroney's accomplice before he made his fortune. Maroney killed his friend and sent him to prison in order to steal the stolen money from the bank."

"Oh, this time it's for brotherhood." Harry suddenly realized.

Penguin explained: "At that time, the Maroni family was gathering, and the electrocutor almost wiped us all out with a high-voltage electric grenade he invented.

Luckily Jim Gordon, who had been investigating the electrocutor, arrived just in time to save us.

I passed out.

Gordon suggested that Maroney take us to the police station for GCPD protection.

That's why I delayed so long. "

"Shouldn't you have just arrived?" Falcone thoughtfully.

Penguin didn't quibble, nodded and admitted: "Hurry up, but I still can't stop you halfway. The Fishbone Bar is Fish's territory. If I came in at that time, I would kill all of us."

"Uh."

At this time, Fish, who was splashed with whiskey, groaned and woke up slowly.

(End of this chapter)