I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 157 Harley's First Exorcism Experience

jersey city.

In the evening, heavy rain is approaching.

The sky is like the face of a husband who finds out that his wife is stealing, green and black, full of rage.

The black Audi S8 turned into an old and dirty street. The tires drove on the potholed concrete floor for ten minutes, crushing the bulging belly of a dead cat, and then slowly stopped at the gate of a four-story nightclub.

On both sides of the road, more than a dozen cars of various types have been parked, and the passionate music penetrates through the windows and wooden doors and breaks into the ears of pedestrians on the street.

"Is it here?" Harry asked in the driver's seat, tilting his head.

Her dress today is similar to that when she accompanied old Cammy to meet Fish.

Hip-hop style bulletproof fabric loose T-shirt, jeans replaced by hot pants, and a pair of fashionable zebra-striped sneakers on the feet.

Don't blame her for saving her life, it is because she has too many enemies, and it is like the second shoe that has not landed. She has always known that the crusaders hired murderers to kill her, but the assassins have never been seen.

Therefore, as long as she leaves the fighting arena protected by dozens of younger brothers, she will wear clothes made of bulletproof fabrics.

"Casanova Nightclub shit, it stinks, what's the matter?"

Konstantin in the back seat opened the car door and poked his head out, pinching his nose and cursing.

"This neighborhood." Harry turned his head and looked around. The barren and messy neighborhood was comparable to Bali Street.

"That's it." After confirming the sign above the nightclub again and again, Constantine said.

After getting out of the car, Harry lowered his head to check the wheels, suddenly his expression became fixed, he pointed to the right rear wheel, and said, "Konstantin, come and take a look."

"Is this the corpse of a cat or a dog? That's where the smell comes from. Jersey City is considered a big city. Why are the corpses stinking and no one cleaned them up?" Constantine frowned.

"You didn't feel it? There was a faint smell of hell." Harry glanced at him. "This cat may have died in the hands of the devil. Its soul and vitality were sucked away, so it rotted quickly."

Constantine's expression froze, he stretched out his right hand, dipped his index finger on the green and brown meat paste, and put it in his mouth, making a "baji" sound.

"Ugh—" Harry stepped back a few steps, looking at him with a look of horror.

"Zed, do you still dare to kiss him?" She said to the gentle woman who came over.

Zed's expression was normal, he only glanced at the tire curiously, then turned his head to stare at the nightclub where the music was roaring.

"There have been cases of black magic being performed in nightclubs for a very long time," she said.

Constantine had had enough, spat a stinky, dusty saliva on the ground, nodded and said: "Cats are the most common sacrifices.

The cat was unlucky and happened to bump into a ghost. "

Then, he smiled again, "I'm sure, this is Alex Logue's new home."

"What's new?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"He used to live in Newcastle, but he just moved here a few years ago, so of course it's his new home."

Constantine explained as he made his way to the nightclub: "Didn't you guys descend upon a giant alien octopus (from Watchmen Pharaoh) decades ago?

Telepathy has killed millions of people and vacated most of the city's buildings.

Even the bustling Manhattan has been desolate for several years. No one dared to move here, but people from the city kept moving out. They were all afraid of the second wave of attacks.

The U.S. government needs a large number of immigrants to fill this city, so they went to old Europe to find poor people who are not afraid of death.

For a free house and a huge living allowance, Alex's dad, at the time, answered the call and moved the family to Jersey City.

However, the old Logue was also afraid that the alien octopus would wipe out his family, so he left his son Alex in his hometown of Newcastle to be taken care of by his father.

Alex is ten years older than me, very talented, and has made a name for himself in the British magic circle early on.

When Chas and I were 15, we apprenticed with him for a summer.

In addition to lust, good wine, he is almost a perfect friend.

Four years ago, when the old Locke died of illness, Alex moved here to inherit the family property. "

Several people were talking and had already entered the nightclub.

Stepping through the gate is like entering another world. The noise and brilliance are like a tsunami, full of compelling pressure, covering the three of them.

The DJ with colorful long hair on the stage is swaying wildly.

The music seemed to bombard my ears.

Men and women, dressed in cool clothes, single or double, enter the state of ecstasy, throwing aside worldly troubles and shackles.

At least for this moment, they are completely free.

The three of Harry didn't go to the dance floor, they passed a few wine tables and went straight to the bar.

There were a few strong men in rivet leather vests chatting and drinking, and a green hair was lying on the table sucking a "white thread".

"Wow, a pretty boy, two beauties, where are you from?" Seeing the three of Harley, two "red necks" immediately whistled, stood up, eager to try.

The others followed suit, their eyes full of teasing and lewdness.

Constantine took a step forward and protected the two girls behind him. Just as he was about to call his old friend's name, the green-haired black man who was sucking white thread raised his head and looked at Harry with only a hazy eye, then his expression changed drastically and he screamed Say: "shit, Harley the Witch! It's Sister Harley, Doug, Dick, don't be fooled."

"Harry the Witch?" The complexions of the bastards immediately changed, and the "red neck" also turned pale.

"Miss Halle, I'm sorry, I drank too much and didn't recognize you." Their voices were trembling.

Constantine, who was preparing to be a hero, stayed where he was, confused by the sharp contrast in attitude.

Harry passed Constantine, glanced around the bar, and asked calmly, "Is the boss, Alex Logue, here?"

The bartender behind the bar stammered: "Sister Halle, hello, Boss Alex is having a crazy party in the underground dance hall."

The green hair swished up to Harley, nodded and bowed and said, "I am Robin, 'Iron Head' Robin, and my blasting skills are not inferior to the Bomberman (I bombed the military factory earlier, and the 1.2 million bombers who bombed the old Cameron) ), half a month ago, I went to the fighting arena to participate in the "boxer selection", do you still remember Sister Halli?"

"Forget it." Harry said simply and casually.

Lumao's face froze for a moment, and he smiled again: "It's no wonder that there were 20 friends who went there together that day, Sister Halli—"

"Get out of the way." Harry waved his hand impatiently.

The green-haired Robin stepped back a few steps sideways, got out of the way, and said flatteringly: "How about I help the eldest sister call old Logue over?"

"Don't call me big sister, you don't deserve it."

At this moment, Harley was not alone, Brother Huanxi and Brother Pain were with her.

The green-haired Robin's face trembled, and he wanted to show a resentful expression in his heart, but the only consciousness remaining after Hey Fei forced a humble smile on his face.

The whole black face was distorted and weird.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Hallie."

He bowed and retreated to the bar.

The other people beside them all had serious expressions, their eyes wandering from side to side.

No one spoke, and the ballroom was noisy, but they somehow felt that it was very quiet here.

Constantine felt that Halle had gone too far, making the atmosphere so stiff and awkward.

"You, come here and lead the way."

Harry took the initiative at this time, ticked his fingers at the bartender, and ordered casually.

"Okay, Miss Halle." The bartender put down the cup and towel, hurriedly opened the small door and ran out.

"I'm afraid those guys will shoot us black halfway."

Walking on the stairs on the first floor, Constantine complained.

"They dare not." Harry said lightly.

"He respects like a pug in front of you, why are you so mean." He was puzzled.

"If I were to put a mask on my face and respond falsely against my will, what kind of boss would I be?" Harry said disapprovingly.

Constantine was speechless.

The bartender tried hard to pretend he was deaf, walked silently to the basement door, and then said softly: "Sister Halle, I probably can only bring you here.

Boss Locke once sternly warned us not to come to the first floor, let alone touch the door without summons. "

After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his voice and said, "It seems to be related to black magic."

Harley took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, stuffed it into the top pocket of his shirt, waved his hand and said, "You go, we will call the door ourselves."

"Thank you, Sister Halli!" The bartender looked grateful, bowed a few times, and then turned and left.

Constantine touched his shriveled trouser pocket subconsciously, and enviously said: "You are so generous, I have never seen a hundred-dollar bill as a tip."

"You saw it today!"

Harry took a step forward and was about to knock on the door when Constantine stopped him immediately, "Don't touch the door, there's a small trap."

He took a step forward, his index finger and middle finger merged into a sword finger, pressed between his eyebrows, and recited a few ancient Celtic sentences.

Then Harry saw a white light the size of a firefly emerging from his finger.

"You really have magic power!" She asked curiously, "At what age did you awaken your magic power?"

"15 years old? I'm not sure, because my talent is not good, and my magic power is very thin."

As Constantine said, he tapped the door with his fluorescent sword.

Faint red and magic runes flashed, and the two iron-covered doors opened automatically.

The next moment, Harley's expression changed dramatically. In addition to the noise of heavy metal music, there was also the smell of blood rushing towards his face.

It was pungent and fishy, ​​and the smell almost solidified into a substance that could be chewed with teeth, almost drowning her consciousness.

When Harley was a homeless child, she often walked in the dark and remote alleys of Gotham. Once she passed a slaughterhouse.

More than a dozen butchers in that slaughterhouse were busy dismantling the bones, throwing the bull's head, viscera, large bones, fascia, and scraps of meat with pale eyes, all in the corner, piled up together, and the black and red oozing The blood flowed into a stream, and a cloud of flies fell on it.
Now, she saw a similar scene again.

But this time it wasn't cattle and sheep that were chopped into pieces, but people!
The "parts" of dozens of people piled up into a small wet lake in the center of the dimly lit hall.

"Ouch!" the English girl Zed vomited.

"Uh-wow!" Konstantin's legs softened into noodles, he walked crookedly for a few steps, fell to the ground, and vomited profusely.

"No, please, go ahead. God!"

The pleading of the little girl came from the depths of the hall.

The voice is weak and pitiful.

"Hurr, snort"

The girl was panting quickly, and her delicate female voice became high-pitched, rough, and harsh, "Hahahaha, ahhahahaha, that's it, be happy and dance lightly"

Harry's pretty face turned pale, but her eyes were extremely sharp. She stepped forward and looked towards the place where the voice came from.

In front of the rotten limbs was a small stage, similar in layout to the ballroom on the first floor.

It can be guessed that this place was originally an extremely private small nightclub.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl with blond hair fluttering around her ears and a naked body was dancing ballet on the stage.

Her movements were extremely graceful, with a rhythm of "art is close to Tao", Harley was stunned.

Suddenly, the second-level willpower defense feat was activated, and Harry felt a gust of cold water pouring down on his head, and he became sober all of a sudden.

Then, she was shocked to find that she was also in a ballet pose.

(End of this chapter)