I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 175 Stealing Magic Power for the First Time

"How many outsiders are there among the contestants who recently signed up for the boxing championship?" She looked at the gold-rimmed glasses.

Levi raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said respectfully: "I made a list and I'll bring it to you later. Some of them are particularly strong, so I marked them."

Harry nodded, looking one last at old Gibbs.

The old man's expression was more dignified than that of the black girl.

"Boss, the recent situation in Gotham is a bit chaotic. Just four days ago, Maroni was assassinated by a gunman when he was gathering with people in an old friend's tavern.

The assassination attempt failed, but the gunman's identity was revealed, and he was Lord Falcone's confidant.

In recent days, there has been a lot of turmoil in Gotham, and Maroni has launched a retaliatory raid on many properties of the Romans (Old Cameron). "

Harry sneered a few times, but didn't make any comments. He only asked, "Did old Cammy look for me?"

"No, I heard the news that the Romans seem to be planning to negotiate with Maroni." Old Gibbs said.

Harry squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "Levis, get ready, three days later, the 'King of Kings Tournament' will be held again."

Levi asked hesitantly: "You haven't appeared in the boxing ring for almost three months, do you want to get used to a few games first?

Or, draft a group of lower-level fighters from it?
In three months, more than 30 boxers have been accumulated, including no less than [-] ruthless fighters. "

Before Harry said anything, Old Gibbs stared and shouted, "Are you doubting the strength of the boss? The ruthless character you speak of is a dish to the boss."

The old man has always looked at the gold-rimmed glasses not pleasing to the eye.

Based on his qualifications, ability, and relationship with Sister Halle, he should be the old Gibbs as the general manager.

He felt that the gold-rimmed glasses took his place.

Levi's glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye, adjusted the mirror frame, and asked Harry with his eyes.

If Hali didn't see the intrigue of his younger brothers, he just said indifferently: "I have been in retreat for nearly three months, and my strength will only become stronger.

Levi's, go ahead and make arrangements, and try to let everyone know that I'll be in the ring in three days. "

"I see, BOSS." Levi said his goodbyes and left.

Harley looked at the black girl gunner again, and said, "Teresa, from the low-level boxers who signed the contract, choose 50 amateurs with clean net worth.

Do it quietly, try not to let anyone know, and install in batches in large warehouses outside of Jersey City.

Before getting my order, let the instructor lead them to carry out special training on modern weapons. "

"Boss, what is the mission?" Teresa asked excitedly.

"It will take a few days to confirm, but it must be a ruthless character." Harry smiled.

"I understand."

When Teresa left, Old Gibbs frowned and said, "Boss, no matter what you do, you'd better say hello to the Romans, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Harry nodded perfunctorily and said, "Can you find Floyd Lawton?"

"Which Freud?" the old man asked puzzled.

"The man from Naihe Island, code-named 'Death Shooter', looks a bit like Hollywood star Will Smith."

Deadshot is not a contracted boxer in the boxing ring, a complete casual person, and has not left any contact information in the boxing ring.

"Oh, it's him," the old man suddenly realized.

"Boss, Floyd often comes to our house to fight. Maybe, he is downstairs now." He said.

"Go down and have a look, if you are there, bring him up, if not, contact him quietly."

The old man left.

Here comes Levi's.

Holding a stack of sub-documents, full of information on boxers who signed up for the "Championship Competition".

There is also a mobile hard drive, which contains a video of their boxing.

When Harry was looking through the profile of the 'outsider' boxer, Deadshot with a mustache was led over by the old man.

Seeing the boxer vest and sweat-drenched hair on his body, Harry said in surprise: "You don't think my place is a martial arts gym, and you come here every day to practice martial arts?"

Deadshot was born on Naihe Island, the poorest and most chaotic place in Gotham. He may have good talent, but he has no chance to receive formal training.

In the last king of kings boxing match, Harley personally fought against him. The leeks are very lush (the upper limit of experience points is very high), he has strength and speed, but his boxing skills are very bad.

Deadshot's black face was reddish, he really regarded this place as a free training ground.

There are well-known masters from all over North America to teach, there are personal therapists to protect, complete training equipment and venues, and from time to time you can fight with boxers of the same level, and you will get money no matter you win or lose. This is simply a paradise for fighters.

"Sister Halli, I also help you punch to make money." He said awkwardly.

Ha Li waved his hands, and said disapprovingly: "The existing system in the fighting arena is to provide opportunities for talented people.

It's just that the ordinary training methods in the fighting arena are not suitable for you.

You are talented and should receive higher-level special training. "

Deathshot hesitated and said, "Miss Halle, thank you for your kindness. But I'm used to being alone, so I really don't plan to join any organization."

He is not stupid, can he not understand the reason why he has to pay for lunch?
Ha Li didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "I never force people into the group, we trade fairly. If you do something for me, I'll give you a chance, how about it?"

Deadshot was a little flattered by this, "I'm just an ordinary killer, I don't know if Sister Hali has any tasks for me?"

"I heard that you are very 'saving bullets'. If you can kill two people with one bullet, you will never fire an extra shot?" Harry asked.

Deadshot's expression remained unchanged, but memories appeared in his eyes.

"I live on Naihe Island, with a pair of hardworking and kind parents, and a lovely younger sister.

Compared with other kids on the street, I am much happier.

At that time, my dream was to be a painter, in fact, I was ready to apply to the Gotham Academy of Art.

Then"

After a pause, he said with a sad face: "There are two drug dealers living next door to my house, and they were blocked by a small gang that day.

For the mere two people, the effect of bullets was like rain. At least twenty bullets passed through the thin wall and fell into my house, twelve of which passed through the bodies of my parents and younger sister.

After that day, I swore that killing must be done cleanly and without wasting a single bullet. "

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched. Shouldn't a normal person's thinking be to put down his paintbrush and aspire to become a GCPD who hates evil and protects the safety of the people?
What kind of brain circuit makes you a bullet-saving killer?
"That's how it is." She sighed first, and then said: "Wanting to save bullets is not something that ordinary talents can do.

I am very optimistic about you, and I am willing to invest in you, martial arts and various firearms training, tailor-made weapons and armor.

As for the price, I want to hire you for three years. "

"Three years." Deathshot hesitated.

Gibbs sneered, and said lightly: "Lauton, if I were you, I would have agreed to this with gratitude.

Yes, you don't want to be constrained.

But have you ever thought about it, these three years are not so much serving the BOSS as she is cultivating you. "

Harley does enjoy cultivating Deathshot.

Because she likes people with principles, and Deathshot and Deathstroke are both famous principles of DC.

Deathshot's expression changed several times, and he nodded, "Miss Halle, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Harry smiled and waved to old Gibbs, and after he left, he said solemnly: "In the next three years, I will arrange top-level trainers for you.

Firearms, fighting, reconnaissance, and high-tech equipment, in short, follow the model of the military's most elite special forces.

In the afternoon, you can go to the Gotham Armory and pick out any equipment you want, including the same million-dollar armor as me.

If you have other ideas, you can ask Hannah (Armory Manager) to help you contact the designer at Wayne Weapons Laboratory to customize a weapon that suits you.

From tomorrow onwards, when I am in the fighting arena, you can do whatever you want.

But once I leave, you will join my personal bodyguard team.

There is only one task. Wherever I appear, you should carefully observe, lock every position suitable for sniping, and be ready for counter-sniping at all times.

any questions?"

Death shot swallowed his saliva, and said dryly: "Who are you going to deal with?"

Such a serious matter made him a little nervous who had never seen the big world.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know too well, but it must be extraordinary. But don't worry, you just need to use your 'dead shot' talent to kill the snipers, and I'll take care of the rest."

Thinking of Miss Halle's majesty in close combat, Deathshot felt relieved.

He began to substitute himself into the Bali Street shootout. If he was present for long-range assistance, Sister Halli would attack in close combat.
Inexplicably, his heart beat faster, and he began to look forward to the "big scene" in the future.

After Deadshot left, Harley took out the lead box containing the Duke of Hell's heart from the weapon room, and came to the water tower alone.

The Archimedes spacecraft was old and decayed, covered with rivets and steel plate patches, completely lost its high-tech feel, and looked like a rusty mess.

"Buzzing." After Harry approached, without fingerprint and iris verification, the engine started to run automatically and slowly. The cabin door "clicked", half-hanging on the door frame, shaking slightly, as if it might fall off at any time.

The muscles in the corners of Harry's eyes twitched a few times, and he walked into the cabin. The light was pale and cast a faint shadow.

Without the magic power of hell, it is impossible to enter the shadow world, but it does not mean that the spaceship cannot be opened now.

In fact, it's "smarter" than before.

No one could get the engine started except Halle.

As long as Harley "wants" (delivers mental waves), it can be hummed without manual operation on the bridge, as it is now.

In theory, this spaceship is not much different from a holy relic.

Tear off the anti-magic radiation leaves, open the lead box, like the real magic radiation, spread in all directions again.

Harley closed and operated the "Escape Pattern", and the magic power was "stolen" without any resistance, and then reversed into a scalding hot current, flowing from the sea of ​​consciousness, into the heart, and from the heart to all parts of the body.

After a while, Harry was steaming all over, and his exposed skin was as red as steamed shrimp.

Suddenly, her heart swelled violently, and her pink and blue hair, which was split in half, was dyed dark purple visibly to the naked eye.

The strands of hair are like the stars in the smoggy sky of Gotham, shining faintly.

"Harry, your hair has changed color." The hanged Andy shouted with his tongue out.

Without his reminding, Harley had already felt the "irritability" in his blood.

"Shit! After stealing this bit of magic power, the bloodline began to show signs of demonization."

If she ignored it and continued to steal, she would become a demon child with no magic power just like Rachel.

Harley's complexion changed, and now she has two choices: first, steal God's power of heaven to counteract the demonization; second, at level 30, use the heart of the Demon Duke to activate the 'Hell Magic Power Defense Specialty', Rely on defense and resist demonization.

(End of this chapter)