I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 41 The Limits of the Experience Pack

It's almost Christmas, and Gotham has been snowing every now and then.

The cold weather only accelerated the pace of pedestrians on the street, but did not affect the liveliness and prosperity of the city at all.

In fact, this snow has become the Christmas decoration in the dreams of countless teenagers and girls sitting by the warm fireplace.

And those homeless vagabonds hated this cold wind and this ice and snow.

Cursing God and all who could stay in a warm room, they tried their best to secure a moment of comfort.

10:30, Greenwich Village, Bunotta second-hand store.

"Cough cough." The bearded white boss coughed a few times, "Little girl, the time is up, I have to close the business."

Harry looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and frowned, "In an international metropolis like Gotham, the shopkeeper who closes at 10:30, isn't he too lazy?"

Non-mainstream colored ponytails and gothic makeup are indeed effective. She strolled around the street and was cautiously vigilant, but no one called the police to arrest her.

She doesn't even seem that obtrusive, because in Gotham, the non-mainstream is the mainstream.

Then she ran to this second-hand store to warm up.

The boss's fat face turned dark, "I said it clearly, you have been sitting by the bookshelf reading since you entered at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, without even ordering a cup of coffee.

It was fine before, you couldn’t do your business, and there were other people, but now it’s snowing outside and no guests have come in for nearly an hour, so of course I have to close the door early.

At least I can save some electricity bills, at least I can go home early to accompany my wife to toss. "

"Who said I didn't buy anything?" Halle pointed to the shelf opposite the musical instruments, and said, "I've been struggling with which guitar to choose."

"Are you still struggling?" the boss asked with a blank face.

Halle nodded, "I was struggling with which one to choose before, but now I am struggling with whether to buy it or not. After all, this customer experience is really bad."

The boss stared at her, his expression changed a bit, he walked away without saying a word, and no longer mentioned the matter of rushing people to close the store.

After another half hour, he shouted again: "I have to close at eleven o'clock every day!"

Harry sighed and went to the instrument rack to choose the cheapest guitar.

"Did you really buy it?" When checking out, the boss was very surprised.

"Hey, I'm a singer, do you know Avril who sings?"

The boss nodded, "Canada's little queen, right?"

"She is my idol, and one day, I will be the next queen." Harley said with a longing look on her face, holding the old yellow guitar.

With the new outfit, she also gave herself a new name.

In order to have a fuller image of the characters, it is necessary to have a new career and life goals.

She won't really pursue any musical dreams - it's courting death, Jacky Cheung's concert is a lesson in blood.

It's just that you carry a guitar on your left shoulder and a luggage bag on your right, and others will subconsciously call you a wandering singer.

The wandering singer is naturally distinguished from the witch Harley.

This is her main purpose.

"You are really a bit like her." The fat boss said.

All are non-mainstream.

"Where's your original guitar?" he asked.

"Sold it. Part of the money sold will be used to eat, and part of it will be used to buy your broken guitar." Harry said.

She was a little happy that her new identity successfully deceived the old Gotham people.

"Wait!" The bearded boss stopped Harry, who had paid the bill and left, struggling, "You can stay here."

"Huh?" Harry was surprised. "You're not going home with your wife?"

A lewd smile appeared on the boss's face, "I can stay here with you."

Halle is murmuring, this is Gotham, a very typical Gotham.

Holding a middle finger high, she left without looking back.

"Hey, little sister, think about it again, free hot water and heating, can I give you another $20 and $[-] tomorrow morning?

Come back and I'll give you a Martin OM guitar. "

The boss was gnashing his teeth when he said the last sentence.

Harry had the urge to stay, but resisted.

Well, stay and put the Colt on the boss's forehead and let him hand over the collector's edition Martin guitar.

The city is like a wild beast of rage and fanaticism.

Filled with a dizzying amount of heat.

When the snowflakes fall and fail to form snow, they melt into filthy muddy water, and the neon flashes frantically like a madman, casting mottled colorful shadows on the water.

"Pa-da." The long leather boots fell, the water splashed, and the broken colored shadow suddenly shattered.

Gradually, the gust of wind became more and more roaring, snowflakes almost flew horizontally, there were sparsely speeding cars on the street, but fewer and fewer pedestrians, and even the neon lights seemed to freeze in the lamps.

At this moment, the city seems to be a desolate mound standing in the north, lonely and desolate, hopeless and cold
"No way, I want to sleep." Harley, who was wandering around the street, couldn't help but go back to her carton hut again.

The carton was still there, but no longer as it had been folded and folded when she left.

Someone came here, reopened the cardboard box, and assembled a simple hut on the spot.

She stood three steps away from the box for 2 minutes, and still shouted: "Hey, are you new here? Do you know this is my place——Gah!"

The black barrel of the gun stood out in the thin white snow, and Harry stopped abruptly.

"OK, it's yours, I'll leave now." Harry stared at the barrel of the gun and stepped back.

Even if she deviates from the current shooting line when she takes the first step, she never turns around - the old man Kasapa taught her to never turn her back to the muzzle of someone else's gun unless it is absolutely necessary.

It wasn't until she completely avoided the shooting angle that she turned around and walked away quickly.

"Wait—" The people in the carton hut seemed to be crawling out, and there was a sound of the carton shaking.

"Are you a girl, young girl?" He was a man, middle-aged.

"Do you want to be gentlemanly and give me the carton?" Harry stopped, leaning against the wall, already holding Colt in his right hand.

She suddenly had an illusion. Back when she was a child, under the leadership of Kasapa, in the barren mountains and forests, she held a shotgun, held her breath, and the prey was also cautious, showing her teeth and claws.
"Hi, girl, I have no ill intentions." The man couldn't even see her figure, of course he knew that she was guarding his pistol.

So he raised his hands high and walked generously to the center of the alley, so that she could see clearly.

Harry did see clearly, this was a tall, strong man wearing a brown cardigan and black leather pants.

No coat, no gun in his hand or waist.

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked.

"The bottom of the carton is all wet and I have to put a parka under it, but it's still cold and you're cold too, aren't you? You have nowhere to go, do you? Look at me, I'm strong and my arms are warm , it will be very comfortable for us to sleep together."

The man is generous and generous, as if to say - just as I am going to the XX community, ma'am, let's carpool!
Seeing that Harry didn't bother to pay attention to him, the man's face struggled, showing a look of pity.

"I still have fans, I'll give you half!!"

He tried his best to appear arrogant and generous, like Mr. Zhao who was going to pay for the audience.

But the slightly trembling voice showed his inner restlessness.

But he consciously paid so much, and the little splash in front of him still didn't look back.

The man felt that he had been humiliated, and the nameless anger and obscene desire mixed into a strong motivation—"Aww!"

He howled and lunged at Harry.

"Xiaobichi, do you think you can escape?!"

Harry didn't have to look back, he could easily dodge by just listening to the sound, and then flew with the momentum.

But at the moment of the action, she suddenly remembered that she had given up her life goal of becoming a top athlete, and instead worked hard to improve her personal strength.

That is, upgrade as soon as possible to add defense to the body of steel.

She turned her head, raised her arms, and with a "bang", blocked the man's kick.

"Chi-chi--" The strength was so great that she took three steps back on the slippery snow.

"Gudonggudong." Red bubbles appeared from the blue Turtleman experience jar.

Halle frowned, a little inexperienced!

Maybe it's not because of the lack of experience, but at level 12. The experience tank seems to be the same size, but in fact, the capacity has increased more than ten times.

The higher the level, the harder it is to level up.

"You useless bastard, that's all you have? No wonder no woman wants you, useless wood, a weak chicken who can't even fuck herself!" Harley scolded, no matter how ugly it was.

"Bichi, you annoyed me!" The middle-aged man's lust retreated a little, and the anger in his chest increased greatly.

"Bang bang!" The left hook and the right hook were quite well-organized.

"Gudonggudong." Harley blocked left and right, only defending but not attacking.

Her body was swaying from side to side, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The experience value has tripled from before!
In addition to the attack power, the malevolence of the man has also been greatly improved.

Before, he was "pity fragrant and cherish jade", but now, he doesn't mind taking a shot while it's hot after being beaten to death.

2 minute later.

"You're such a useless piece of shit!" Harry raised her legs in place, her boots higher than her own head, and she was choking on the big man's Adam's apple.

"Crack—" There was a crisp sound in the throat.

"Bang——" The big man flew two steps upside down, and smashed to the ground like rotten flesh.

"Ho ho ho" The big man covered his throat with one hand, waving the other hand indiscriminately, his eyes protruding, twitching like a fish on the shore.

Looking closely, his head was steaming hot, and sweat even wet his hair.

Clear white water vapor can be seen escaping from the top of the head.

Obviously, before, he worked harder and harder than the cattle ploughing the fields, but it's a pity
"I've been playing for so long, I don't even have half-level experience, scum!" Harley's face was not very good-looking, she scolded, and turned away without looking at it.

It's not that she wasn't happy about not being able to level up.

If the experience value keeps rising, she will give him a chance to play for another ten minutes.

But the fact is that after only a dozen punches, the experience value of a single attack began to drop.

Obviously, the strength has not dropped much, and the malicious degree has continued to soar. How did the experience package depreciate?
It didn't take long for the experience jar to stop bubbling, but he was still fighting.

Halle knows that this is not the system, and there is no system to fix bugs

If she can, Evolution Treasure will always let her brush experience.

It can't be done now, it just means that it really can't be done.

"Perhaps, the evolutionary treasure extracted some kind of special energy from the enemy when I was attacked. That energy made me evolve, and this street bastard has been bald by me?"

　Regarding "Food Defense Expertise", after reading the book reviews, I found that my explanation may not be very clear, which led to some misunderstandings.

　　First of all, it is an extension from the defense, the main defense against any kind of damage to the body caused by the food in the stomach.

　　For example, obesity and indigestion are all injuries.

　　Secondly, the current level of expertise is low, and it is only to defend against the damage of ordinary food to the body. In the future, it may defend against toxins, but not yet.

　　Third, to absorb all the nutrients, it's not that Harry won't pull Baba.

　　In reality, there are often girls bragging that I don't get fat no matter what I eat.

　　The question is, where did the nutrition go after she ate so much food?
　　pulled out.

　　If shit is not nutritious, why can dogs eat shit to fill their stomachs?

　　Relatively speaking, Harley's absorption of nutrients will be more efficient, rather than converting all food into energy.

　　In the final analysis, this defense expertise is only a defense against the negative effects of food digestion.

　　Fourth, the energy absorbed from food is just nutrients, not magical special energy.

　　It can only be said that ordinary people have a low utilization rate of food, while Harley has a high utilization rate and "high power" - the consumption speed is fast, the difference between the two is only quantitative, but not a qualitative leap - of course, one day, Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and this defensive skill will be very magical.

　　For example, take
　　
　
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