I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 225 Deceiving God and Playing Satan's Big Plan
On the second day of the banquet, Harley took office on the third day.

Municipal Building, Office of the Mayor.

"How efficient is this?"

Harry lay on the boss chair, overlooking the bustling street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, proudly.

"Turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain. Harley, you are not simple!" Laurie said in a complicated tone.

"Hey, don't worry!" Harley could hear the worry in her tone, and said with a smile, "I won't turn Gotham into a dark city.

On the contrary, in the next few years, I will make the legal system deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, increase the employment rate, change the industrial structure of the city, and carry out several large-scale infrastructure projects
In short, Gotham will definitely be in my hands and become a happy metropolis with the lowest crime rate and the highest employment rate in the United States. "

"Are you serious?" Laurie asked suspiciously.

Ha Li sighed: "If you can be a chaebol, only a fool can be a Heibang.

I'm not afraid to tell you that while adjusting Gotham's industrial structure, most of the gray industries in my hands will be turned into the highest quality real estate and original shares of high-tech companies.

I have a small goal. Four years later, there will be no Quinn family in Gotham, and it will be replaced by the 'North American East Coast Quinn Consortium'.

I also have a big goal, ten years later, Bruce Wayne asked me to borrow money. "

For a charcoal-roasted whole lamb, the ribs are the best, followed by the thigh meat and the back of lamb.

All his life old Cameron had been thinking about a leg of lamb.

Now Halle has the chance to eat lamb ribs in one sitting.

Unless her brain suddenly flooded, she would continue to hold on to the back of the lamb.

"Hearing what you said, I'm even more worried. You want to grab the fat from the big man's bowl, can the big man agree? The real turmoil in Gotham may only start now." Laurie smiled wryly.

Harry smiled strangely, "Miss Laurie, there are no big figures in Gotham now, they were all killed by Galavan.

Galavan's Hanhai Building is a top quality asset.

I can make it a foreclosure and easy...you know.

But I didn't do that because there were better assets waiting for me to acquire.

Several wealthy families were wiped out, miserable.
There are too many high-quality assets selected by my brain trust, and my funds are not enough.

Therefore, my main job next is to use the government's finances as a guarantee to let the banks in Gotham temporarily form a 'Gotham Economic Revitalization Alliance'.

There will be at least $2000 billion in cash deposited into the league reserve account.

Then, my agent can apply for a 300 billion, government subsidies, low-interest loans.

There is nothing illegal in the whole process.

Because, although I do not represent the law, I am making the rules.

Alas, the rules formulated by Heibang Godfather can only be passed on by word of mouth.

The ruler's laws are clearly written, and anyone who dares to violate them is a villain.

The difference is huge. "

"Galavin is really not yours?" Laurie said dryly.

"I think, not counting overseas assets, but under the names of Gotham, Galavan and the Order of St. Dumas, at least $70 billion in cash and real estate has been frozen." Harley said angrily.

When the call ended, Harry felt that Laurie on the other side was a little bit out of his wits.

Shaking her head, she pressed the phone and let the secret technique at the front desk let the visitor in.

Well, as mayor, she has a lot going on every day and has a long list on her schedule.

In came Jim Gordon and Judge Southon.

"Your Excellency Mayor, this is not the first time Jerome has been tried. Last time he killed his mother and was identified as mentally ill, so he was sent to the Arkham Asylum for treatment.

According to common sense, this trial, I should not overturn the last sentence, he still has to enter Arkham, but "

The judge looked puzzled, and secretly glanced at Gordon out of the corner of his eye.

Harry said directly: "I let Gordon in because he and you are both in charge of Jerome's case.

If you have anything to say, you can say it directly, and there is no need to avoid him. "

Judge Southon rubbed his nose and said in embarrassment, "Too many dignitaries died in the Central Park Hotel bombing. Their relatives put pressure on me. I hope that Jerome will not be able to receive treatment in Arkham happily at least if he is unlucky."

Harry mused, "In Gotham, is there a law that once a mentally ill criminal is confirmed to be healthy, he can be released on bail?"

"Well, those dignitaries are worried about this." The judge nodded.

"Actually, the environment in Blackgate Prison is not necessarily worse than Arkham." Gordon frowned.

Halle said: "I also think this law is unreasonable, but if I repeal it, human rights organizations will find me immediately, and then my public support will plummet."

The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched. It made sense, but it was strange to hear it from her.

"What do you mean?" asked the judge.

Harry thought about it: "If you can't revoke the law, then add the law.

I can think of two right now.

First of all, implement hierarchical crime management for the mental patients in Arkham.

That is to say, ordinary criminals and dangerous felons are treated differently.

I would convince Wayne to modernize Arkham Asylum, tearing down the old building if necessary and building a new concrete prison with a multi-storey basement in its place.

Second, any mentally ill prisoner who leaves Arkham must obtain three signatures.

Dean Arkham's acknowledgment signature of his recovery.

Test certificate from a third-party psychiatric research institution.

A release permit from the mayor himself. "

The judge immediately said: "I will help you write a detailed proposal, and then submit it to the city council, the Dafa, and the court."

Harry nodded, "If it's okay, you can leave first."

After Judge Southon left, Gordon said, "Jerome is very unconvinced and wants to see you."

"He lost clearly, I didn't cheat." Harry laughed.

"It's not because you won't be convinced, but what you asked me to convey, he thinks you're bragging, and it's impossible for all his followers to betray him." Gordon said.

Harry sneered, "Why does he think so?
With their crazy admiration for his brilliant mind and charismatic personality?

Give me a break.

Gotham people have no faith at all, they are more realistic than anyone.

At the peak of the old Cameron, there were still cronies who betrayed him for profit.

The first lesson he taught me was not to place all your trust in one person.

As strong as I am, I will not completely trust my subordinates who respect me.

This has nothing to do with charisma, it's purely human nature.

Gotham gangsters worship not even the strong, but the victors of the time.

Once you show signs of failure, it's easier to betray than to go back to work as a good girl.

Without this awareness, you still want to be a gangster in Gotham? "

Now the clown, really young and childish,
"I'll pass on your words to him," Gordon said.

"Don't pay attention to him, let him yell, let him feel aggrieved. Jerome is mentally ill, the more you pay attention to him, the more he treats himself like a dish." Harry said lightly.

"Okay, let's not mention Jerome." Gordon's expression became serious. "The court came to me, and they want to recruit me as a peripheral member."

Halle had known this information in several conversations that the "Rose Lady" had with Truman.

"Who found you?" Harry asked curiously.

Gordon looked embarrassed, and said in a choked voice, "My uncle."

"You still have an uncle? Oh, I mean, if your uncle can join the court, his status must be extraordinary. Why are you still in such a miserable state?"

"I haven't seen him for more than ten years." Gordon said sullenly.

"Now, what are your plans?" Harry asked.

"Join them, find out their details and criminal evidence, and arrest everyone." Gordon said firmly.

Harry looked hesitant, she knew that there would be a big court meeting two days later.

Would it affect her plans if Gordon was there?

Huh, no!

Gordon is only a probationary member, I'm afraid he's not eligible
"Did your uncle say what's going on in the courtroom?" Harry asked.

"He said he would come back to me in a week and hope to give him a satisfactory answer then."

Harry's heart moved, and he asked, "What's your uncle's name, and where does he live now?"

At midnight that same day, Harley summoned the Swamp Thing again, leaving a seed in Old Gordon's intestines.

"Ivy, from now on, give up little Parker, and only focus on old Gordon and Truman.

If the two of them appear at the same place tomorrow night, it means that both high-level owl members and ordinary members have come. ' Harry exclaimed.

"If they don't show up at the same time, do we still have to start the operation?" Ivy asked.

"Of course, the plan cannot be changed!"

The main target is Truman, a follower of the owl god, who sacrifices his soul to Lucifer.
Harry quickly stopped his thoughts.

After a moment of hesitation, she entered the meditation room alone again, and spent two hours completely "calming down" before she began to communicate with the Voice of Heaven.

"Great Voice of Heaven, may I ask if there are any loopholes in these two sets of summoning circles?"

Harley revealed all the exclusive sacrificial rituals of Huanxi and Lucifer in front of the Voice of Heaven.

"You want to sacrifice to Satan?" The Voice of Heaven didn't answer her question directly.

"I plan to use Satan's magic power to complete the final step of dying transformation.

However, even with its magic, I still believe in the light and you. "Harry said shamelessly.

And at this moment, all her thoughts are really thinking like this. But she is still lying.

"His magic power will slowly affect you." The Voice of Heaven said.

"My lord, can the undead in hell be finally redeemed?" Harry asked loudly.

In the world view of heaven and hell in the DC universe, hell is a place of punishment, but not a place of eternal exile.

God makes the undead suffer in hell in the hope that through pain, they will repent of their crimes during their lifetime—the torment in hell corresponds to the sins committed by the undead during their lifetime.

Therefore, according to the setting of 'God is all-knowing and omnipotent, will not do useless work, and will not make mistakes', the undead in hell will one day be redeemed and eventually ascend to heaven.

Since the undead from hell can enter heaven, why does the Voice of Heaven think that Harley must be corrupted by Satan's magic power?

She's not in hell yet!
"Since you've made up your mind, let's do it." As soon as the Voice of Heaven finished speaking, there were more than 20 revisions to the two sacrificial rituals floating in the light of heaven.

At the same time, Harley lost more than 5000 meritorious service.

"Fuck, even if the devil's nature is to deceive, it's too much to rejoice!" Harley was angry and grateful.

If Voice of Heaven does not modify the bug, I am afraid that her grand plan will be abandoned halfway.

Reining in her emotions, Harley finally asked: "Voice of Heaven, no matter what method I use to kill the demon, it is considered a meritorious service to Heaven, and I can get meritorious service from Heaven, right?"

She had inadvertently obtained a little merit for beating the horned dog demon summoned by Rich to death earlier.

"No, not in any way. According to the 'Heaven Warrior Contract', you have to do it yourself, borrowing power does not count, such as Negal last time."

"What about injuring the demon with your own hands?" Harry asked.

"Injury without killing, meritorious service is low."

(End of this chapter)