I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 220 Mutation

"I don't want to mess around with you, a lost dog."

Harry glanced at Galavan with disdain, turned to Barnes and Gordon, and ordered: "You stay here and keep him under strict guard.

Don't take him down without my order. "

"Your Excellency, what are you going to do?" Barnes asked puzzled.

Gordon helped Harley explain: "The more than 200 monks below are master killers, if they break out, we will suffer heavy losses.

Deliberately leaving them hopeful and keeping them from knowing that we have key evidence.

When they are taken to the police station, they will be detained separately."

Gordon didn't finish his sentence, and Barnes understood.

He hesitated, "Are you sure about the contents of the hard drive?"

"Whether it is true or not, it cannot cause a major conflict at this time." Harry said impatiently.

"I see." Barnes took a deep look at the mayor, "I'll stay up there until you escort the monk back to the police station."

"You are so vicious, you actually want to catch us all!" Galavan was so angry that he was about to explode.

But he didn't dare to move, at least thirty GCPD around him pointed their guns at him.

"Lock him up, two sets of handcuffs on each hand and two feet." Harry frowned.

Switching to Godfather mode of Gotham, she had already shot his head off with a full face of resentment.

"I'll go down with you. Director Barnes is enough here." Gordon said, "I accompanied you up just now, and if you go back alone, it may arouse the monk's suspicion."

Harry nodded, and led Gordon and the five detectives downstairs.

On the tenth floor, a group of monks wearing linen priest robes gathered together and hadn't left yet.

"Damn, damn it!"

Before he got out of the stairs, Harley's face was ashen, cursing violently, clenching his fists and banging the wall from time to time.

When she came to the hall and saw the "mocking" (exploring) eyes of the monk, she seemed to be stimulated, and she became even more angry, and shouted: "What are you looking at, put them all in handcuffs, press them back to the police station, and shut down 48 first." Talk in an hour."

He looked like a defeated dog who became angry from embarrassment.

Even though Gordon kept his face straight, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The five police detectives who followed were all wearing helmets, so there was no need to hide the expressions of admiration on their faces.

Even if they didn't say it clearly, the monks of the Order Order knew that Harley had encountered an 'expected' setback.

So when the police officers escorting them took out handcuffs and put them on, no one resisted.

230 Six people, in groups of four, lined up in a long line and walked down the stairs.

From beginning to end, they did not take the elevator.

"Remind them, if they resist a little, they don't need to warn, they will be shot and killed immediately." Harry whispered to Gordon.

Gordon hesitated: "Director Barnes will not agree to such an illegal act."

"I'm not Godfather Harley now, I'm your respected 'Lord Mayor'." Harley said coldly.

Gordon went with a blank face.

Very well, a group of people came downstairs.

Such a huge arrest operation, even if the police pulled out the isolation belt, the reporters stretched their arms and asked the monks and escorting police detectives loudly.

Before the action, Harley specifically told him not to delay, and to bring the suspect back to the police station as soon as possible.

Everything was carried out in an orderly manner according to her script. There were only two monks in the car and six people in the van. Each escort car ensured that the number of GCPDs was twice as many as the suspects.

Cars started one after another and slowly drove away from the block.

When half of the monks had entered the car, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and said triumphantly to Gordon, "How is it? No one was killed or injured, and a large army-level terrorist society was easily dismantled."

"Gao, it's really clever! Not only did you not lose, but you also picked yourself out, Harley, you are very talented in the political arena." Gordon praised sincerely.

Harley raised her face and reprimanded, "Is that what you can call 'Harry'?"

Gordon was a little aggrieved, "There is no one else here—"

"Boom!" There was an explosion in the sky, and the two looked up. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the glass wall on the top floor burst into thousands of crystals, and a black shadow fell from the sky.

"Boom!" Sombra spread his wings—not wings, but a paraglider at high altitude!

"Ah, get out of the way, the glass wall upstairs is broken."

The reporters and passers-by who were watching also saw the strange shape in the sky, shouted in horror, and pushed to avoid it.

"Damn it, it's Galavan!" Harry's complexion changed, he picked up the radio and shouted: "Sniper idea, attack the sky immediately—"

"Brothers of the order, the angel of death is running away, which means that the matter has been exposed. These bastards want to win us, and they will fight with them!" An old monk raised his head to the sky and screamed, struggled hard, and tore off the shackles like twisting twists, his hands were lightning Leaning out, each grabbed the neck of the dazed policeman beside him.

"Bang!" The two heads collided, the helmet deformed, the plexiglass used as the mask shattered, and plasma and howling screamed out.

The young police officer on the side drew his gun in horror, "Don't move, if you move again, I will—"

"Bang!" Harley held the rifle and blasted off the head of the old monk cleanly, blood and brains splashed on the face of the "Young Guard".

Well, the student soldiers who were snatched out of the police academy by Barnes.

"Anyone who struggles and resists, immediately—"

Hali caught a glimpse of the reporters around her who were looking at her in shock, cursed inwardly, and changed her words: "Immediately fire a warning shot, anyone who kills GCPD can use self-defense."

"The witch will die!"

Riots are like a pile of firecrackers that are lit together.

More than 100 suspects exploded together, fighting with more than 200 GCPDs.

The mayor, who gave the order loudly, became the most conspicuous stand-out bird. Immediately, two monks who had snatched automatic rifles shot wildly at her.

"Don't hurt civilians!" The mayor was behind the reporter. She shouted, opened her arms, and tried to let all the bullets fall on her body, but it was useless.

"Chi Chi Chi - ah ah!"

Rifle fire with limited accuracy. As the main target, Harley did bear most of the bullets, but there were still a large number of reporters and passers-by behind her.

But everyone saw it, Mayor Xia tried his best
"Damn you!" Harry puffed out his chest, and the price magic was activated.

"Ahh!" The two monks who were armed with guns suddenly had a splitting headache, threw away the machine guns, hugged their heads—"bang bang", and died of a headshot.

Harley aimed the gun at the next rioting monk, muttering to himself: Magic seems to be less efficient than bullets.

"Bang bang—"

A "Guardian" wrestling with a monk was pierced through the throat.

Harry's complexion changed: Oh, no, I seem to have killed a GCPD, but why did he suddenly dodge and dodge to the muzzle of the gun all of a sudden?
Harley looked embarrassed, and peeked around, the scene was a mess, reporters and passers-by were running wildly, seeing no one noticed her, she hurriedly changed direction.
High bullet efficiency, but accuracy
"Boss, Galavan in the sky flew out of Seventh Avenue, and I lost his trace here."

From the intercom on the shoulder, there was a serious voice from Deadshot, "The situation is not right. I shot him more than ten times, and he didn't even bleed."

"Change the target and freely shoot and kill the monks holding guns on the ground."

"Where is the helicopter, find Galavan!"

After giving two instructions in succession, Harry jumped into the van in the middle of the street and shouted loudly at the mob around him.

"Cults and disciples of the Order of St. Dumas, I am Harley Quinn, I am the mayor of Gotham, Gotham is guarded by me, and all kinds of things come to me!"

Hundreds of monks and two to three hundred police officers fought together, and she couldn't do "random" shooting anymore.

"Bang bang bang bang" responded with a rain of bullets.

The mayor used his taunting skills to pull away the hatred of the "monster". The GCPD, who had an absolute advantage in numbers but was about to be killed by the monks, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gordon, drenched in blood, took the opportunity to reorganize the team: "Come closer to me, form a formation, don't fight hand-to-hand, but shoot!"

"Gudong Gudong——" After a while, Harley realized that the experience jar in the sea was frantically bubbling and gradually overflowing, ding dong, level [-]!
Grenade-level defense: close-range grenades can't kill you, and long-range sniper rifles can't kill you.

"Cowards, come on!" Harry shouted more vigorously, more cheerfully and more fearlessly.

"Witch Harley has body armor, don't attack her, kill GCPD, get out of the siege—"

"laugh--"

The rational head of the shouting monk was blown away by the bullets flying from the sky.

A death greeting from Deadshot.

But the monks also saw that Harley was not easy to deal with, so they stopped shooting at her and started rushing out instead.

To break through.

Fortunately, Halle asked Barnes to prepare five or six hundred police officers to form a defensive circle around the perimeter, which can hold back for the time being.

"You have been surrounded, you have suffered heavy casualties. Surrender, the law will give you a fair trial!" Harley changed her slogan.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The words seemed unpopular, and another monk shot at her.

"Boom—" He was stared at by Deathshot, and his head exploded.

"Since you are looking for death——" Seeing four or five monks rushing out of the street, Harry was also angry. He threw away the M16 rifle, a Glock in each hand, and sprinted on the roof of the car, gliding in mid-air like a big bird Four or five meters, it landed in front of a monk, "Bang!"

Shot to the heart at close range, Harley ignored the flying bullets, turned sideways around the slowly falling corpse, approached another monk, and shot each other face to face, he died, and Harry turned around.
"Bang bang bang bang bang" she was like a butterfly wearing flowers, shuttled back and forth among the monks, and like Duan Yu who was walking softly among the enemies, ignoring the attacks, and killed with guns and guns. Wherever she passed, there were casualties.

"Shit!" Gordon held up his gun, dumbstruck, "It's too exaggerated."

"Now you understand how the brothers felt at the Battle of Bali Street?"

Harvey Bullock looked at Harley, who was madly slaughtering the rioting monks, and said with a complicated expression: "I'm very glad that she is on our side today."

In fact, Harley didn't kill many people. After the two shuttle bullets were fired, a dozen or so lay down, and a dozen or so were injured. The rest of the monks were scared.

When she changed the magazine again and charged at them again, they began to fight timidly. Some ran away screaming and were killed by GCPD, and some simply surrendered.
The first monk appeared with his hands on his head and his knees on the ground, the second and third finally, seventy or eighty monks all knelt down.

Seeing the scene where the blood flowed into rivers and the pillows were piled up with death and injuries, Harley was not in the mood to go to the reporter to pretend to be aggressive, so he just said nonsense, "A press conference will be held at the city hall tonight", and trotted back to the Hanhai Building.

By coincidence, Barnes came to the gate with the help of two police detectives.

"God, so many people died." Seeing the corpses and wounded outside, the chief's body, as thick as a city wall, instantly collapsed, as if his spine had been taken away.

"It's my fault, I—" His face was full of regret, his eyes were red.

Harley suppressed her anger and asked, "What stupid thing did you do? 35 riot police in full armor couldn't see a prisoner in chains?"

(End of this chapter)