I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 208 Penguin Retributed
The angel feathers ignited by hellfire sprinkled insubstantial ashes.

A smoky smell of profanity and taboo brought Andy to the airborne radar
It's like reversing the slow motion of Banner's soul shot out of Hulk's body with the palm of the ancient one.

Andy is obviously a human being, but at this moment, he pulls back into the radar "inside" as if by nature.

It's like returning to the soul.

After a long time, Harry looked at the unchanged radar and called softly, "Andy?"

"Drip drip drip."

The radar monitor issued a rapid alarm. When Harry looked up, he saw dense red dots forming a line of English letters: Harry, the radar is not sounding, and I can't speak!
"Successful!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then said angrily: "Radar is not a TV, what kind of stereo do you need?"

"But I want to talk."

Andy continued through false danger alarms, assembling sentences.

In wartime, this kind of behavior could kill Harry.

Harry thought for a while, and felt that the "manual broadcast" could indeed give full play to the functions of Andy Radar, so he promised: "In two days, I will ask the programmer to embed a voice plug-in into the radar system, so that it can talk, It can also be displayed in text."

"Hurry up." Andy said.

"How are you feeling now?" Harry asked curiously.

"It feels like flesh and blood, like being alive again, it's great!!!"

Andy used three exclamation marks to express his excitement.

"How far can it detect?" Harry asked.

"ten kilometers."

Harry frowned, "It was ten kilometers before, and now it's still ten kilometers. You seem useless."

"Can your radar see what is written on the wall ten kilometers away? Let me tell you, there is an advertisement for Canadian queen Avril Lavigne in Times Square right now."

"Can you go through walls?" Harry asked.

"It seems impossible, my sight can only follow the radar waves."

Harry said disappointedly: "It's only equivalent to a high-definition telescope?"

"Maybe there are other abilities, I'm not sure yet. I haven't tried it, so I can only guess.

For example, I don't think stealth fighters are effective for me.

For example, I can spy on the nearby Shadowlands so mages can't sneak up on you from Limbo.

For example, I can lock on to a lot of targets at the same time - not sure how many, but certainly hundreds of times more than normal radar.

Lock them down so they can't escape. "Andy said.

"Well, if it's really a few hundred times more, it's too strong." Harry was a little satisfied.

"Will you be tired? If I ask you to work 24 hours a day, 360 days a year, in the way of 007, can you bear it?" Harry asked.

"I think it can work, as long as there is no shortage of electricity, I won't be tired." Andy said.

Harry smiled and said, "Very well, from now on, you are the '360 guard' of the fighting arena.

Always record anyone who dares to follow the building, not limited to the ground, including the windows of nearby buildings, rooftops, river surfaces, and even the shadow world. "

After that, she taught it a few sets of meditation methods, let it practice hard on weekdays, be a diligent and good radar, and try to break the [-]-kilometer limit.

In any case, Harry got rid of Andy, the dead ghost, and was able to sleep well.

But she can sleep well, the upper class of Gotham, but recently she has trouble sleeping at night and eating and sleeping.

After the Central Park Hotel killed 85 dignitaries and injured 40 others, Jerome has another masterpiece.

Three days later, on the Upper East Side, the Beasley family was found extinct.

After investigation, the GCPD determined that after Jerome was injured and escaped that day, he lived in this luxury apartment "fairly" to recuperate.

Tens of thousands of police officers in the city searched every street, even the sewers.

But they never expected that Jerome would do the opposite and simply hide in the rich man's house.

Now that Jerome is nowhere to be seen, who knows if he lived in another mansion, and then "sighted long-term" and set his sights on the next one?
"Harry, I think we should do something."

Copperpot came to Harry's house again.

"What?" Harry asked absently.

In the past few days, Truman and Little Parker have not revealed any flaws, never met other owls, never made mysterious phone calls, and completely lived the lives of ordinary dignitaries.

Harley is patient, but Ivy is a little impatient. She hasn't taken care of the flowers and plants in the yard for "a long time".

"I guess, our strategy should have succeeded. Jerome turned against the people behind the scenes, and the two broke up. That's why he has nowhere to go, so he can only hide in the Upper East Side." Coppert said proudly.

Harry said, "Who do you think is behind the scenes?"

Coppert shook his head. "It's not sure yet. It's not clear who will benefit from these disturbances."

Harley observed his micro-expression from the corner of the eye, it seemed that he wasn't lying?
Isn't this guy the smartest? Why did he react two beats slower this time?

In fact, Coppert is best at observing people face to face.

Or, when you have a personal stake with him, you will be particularly sensitive.

This is his strength!

Of course, at other times, his reaction is not slow, but not as fast as before.

For now, apart from Harry himself, Coppert is still the closest person to the truth.

He wasn't sure about Galavan, because Galavan had been treating himself as a victim recently, recuperating in a low-key manner, and by the way, got close to Wayne.

Harley was able to target Galavan because she had received the "selfless teaching" from old Cammy and Laurie, and she stood in a higher position. She was stronger than Penguin in terms of the overall situation, and she labeled Galavan as a suspect early on. Label.

Galavan was observed by her with tinted glasses, and naturally, flaws frequently appeared.

"Are you going to find Jerome, or someone behind the scenes?" Harry asked.

"Suppress Jerome, the source of chaos first, and then use his mouth to obtain information about the people behind the scenes."

Speaking of this, Penguin looked worried, "The bottom gangsters in Gotham, even some of my younger brothers, adore Jerome very much.

They wore clown makeup, imitated his grotesque laugh, and said his 'crazy words' in their mouths.

I'm worried that he'll be another you - with the influence you had back in the day, but refusing to follow the 'right way'. "

"I was also investigating his whereabouts recently, but I couldn't find him."

Harry's eyes flashed, and he lied.

"Insufficient strength!" Penguin said in a deep voice, "We need to cooperate with GCPD, work hard both black and white, and regard the search for Jerome as the current number one task."

Harry shook his head, "That's tantamount to elevating Jerome's status in Gotham."

"Leave it alone, he can still achieve success with his own 'talent'." Penguin said.

"When he becomes famous, even the stupid GCPD will be able to track him down." Harry said lightly.

Penguin gritted his teeth and whispered, "Catherine called me."

Harry's eyes turned cold.

The penguin shrank its neck, and said awkwardly, "I'm going to tell you later."

"When did she call you?" Harry asked lightly.

"Yesterday afternoon." He said awkwardly.

"I was going to come to you at that time, but something happened to my mother and she was not feeling well." He explained quickly.

Harry was noncommittal, "What promise did she make to you?"

"Fix Jerome immediately, restore peace to Gotham, and recommend me as a court reserve member." Cobblepot said honestly.

"You keep working hard, I won't be involved in Jerome's matter."

Cobbot hesitated to speak, and finally sighed and got up to leave.

On the way back, he picked up his mobile phone, dialed Catherine, first recounted the conversation just now, and then wondered: "Why must she be killed?"

"This is not your concern." Catherine said lightly.

"Hehehe, believe it or not, I will send someone to your house tonight, kidnap you and send you to Mexico as a skilled girl?" Coppert sneered.

"Oswald, how dare you speak to me like that!"

Catherine was terrified and furious.

"Tell me, can I or Harley do it?" Cobbot said coldly.

Catherine was short of breath and her expression was extremely ugly.

But she was powerless to refute.

"Killing me proves your strength? You underestimate the court." She said indifferently.

"I have never underestimated the court, it is you who have always looked down on me, driving at will, abandoning at will, concealing information, and ordering indiscriminately.
As I said earlier, you can't be tough on Harley.

If you don't listen, you keep telling me to tell her to deal with Jerome.

Do you know that just now, when I told her that you called me, she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye that was sharper than a knife, and my bladder loosened on the spot, and I almost peed out? ! "

Coppert twisted his face and yelled into the phone microphone.

Catherine was silent for a long time, and sighed: "The deal with her is not because of personal enmity, or because the court is too arrogant."

"Why is that?" Coppert asked curiously.

"You swear, the next words will rot in your stomach." Catherine said.

"Swear on my mother's name." Cobblepot said.

"Because we want to save Gotham."

"What???" Coppert asked with question marks all over his face.

"If I say that there is a powerful and evil organization in the world, with the idea of ​​'purifying mankind and destroying the city of sin', do you believe it?"

"It's ridiculous, but if you tell me, I'll believe it." Copperpot said thoughtfully.

"I thought you would suspect that I was lying." Catherine was surprised for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Gotham has been targeted by him very early.

Even in the early years, he used the economic crisis to 'destroy' Gotham once. "

"How early is the early years? Couldn't it be the Great Depression before World War II? Although I didn't go to school for a few days, the economic crisis that was able to hit Gotham hard was that one time.

The problem is, that crisis was global in nature. ' Copperpot doubted.

"As I said before, the evil organization aims to 'purify human beings'." Catherine said unhappily.

"If you're not lying, it's a terrible and ancient organization." Copperpot said seriously.

"The court is equally powerful and ancient!" Catherine said proudly: "After that crisis, we discovered him and reached an agreement with him.

As long as the court is still in control of Gotham, he can't take action against Gotham.

In return, we do him little favors, like, get Harley Quinn. "

Coppert was almost convinced.

It wasn't that Catherine's words were convincing, but her intuition told him that she wasn't lying.

"Harry offended that ancient organization?" He asked curiously.

"There are not too many people and forces who want Harley Quinn dead, for example, the Holy Crusade."

"Okay, I understand. Even if Harry quits, I will continue to do my best to help you guys get rid of Jerome." Copperpot said.

"Remember, the secret I told you just now, don't tell anyone else, you swore on your mother." Catherine warned.

"Don't worry, I love my mother more than anything."

After hanging up the phone, Coppert immediately called up Harry's number in the phone's address book. After a moment of hesitation, he turned off the phone again.

"Go to the flower shop." He pulled down the sound insulation panel and said to the driver in front of him.

Coppert chose zinnias, irises, ivy, forget-me-nots, and a bouquet of flowers that represent "friendship lasts forever."

Hiding in the back seat of the car again, he wrote down the conversation with Catherine on letter paper, put it in an envelope, and stuffed the envelope into the flowers.

"I'll wait for you at the coffee shop and give this bouquet to Miss Quinn." He instructed the driver's younger brother.

The driver is a confidant, he didn't ask anything, and he did it honestly.

"Hey, maybe you can monitor your cell phone. Could it be that you can predict when I write a letter?" Coppert was triumphant.

Half an hour later, the driver came back with a bouquet of begonias that also represented friendship.

"Hahahaha!" Coppert looked up and laughed.

"Ding Ding Ding" the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Boss is bad, your mother has been kidnapped!"

"What?" Coppert jumped, "I have sworn countless times in my life, why did it come true so quickly this time?"

　Explain the purpose of Galavan's plot.

　　First of all, for the fans of "Gotham", this plot is also quite important, and can affect the direction of subsequent plots.

　　For example, if Harley goes from hey to black and white, well, she will enter the political arena.

　　Secondly, this volume is "Harry's Road to a Big Brother". It is impossible for Harley to be just a Gotham godfather like Falcone, and still only a third-class person who "eats the back of sheep".

　　Well, chaebols are the first class, while politicians and rich families are the second class.

　　If Ha Li is a boss, she must be a real boss, no one can stand on her head and dictate.

　　Therefore, this plot is another necessary process for Harley to reach the top.

　　There are some things she wants to do, but she can't do them herself, so it is necessary to use some small means to make the most of the situation.

　　Please look back, Harley is definitely not the slightest bit of water, and no one in Gotham can influence her a little bit.

　　And the process is reasonable and there will be no logical flaws.

　　In the end, there are actually three lines in this plot, one line between the clown and the angel of death, Harley climbed to the top and wiped out the owl court, the second line, and the third line is related to the giant beast, and at the same time, Harley's personal strength will be greatly improved .

　　Since she is a boss, she has at least one unique skill that she can handle, and she will have it soon.

　　The three lines are not separated, but intertwined.

　　For example, Harley wants to deal with the court of owls, but she knows from the voice of the sky that the god behind the court is the supreme existence. How can she deal with it to clear the court and avoid backlash?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)