I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 808 There was Uncle Sam before, and I met the Statue of Liberty again

"Hey, John, it's Harley who's looking for you. She's on the second floor. Did you hear that?"

"She's too fierce, I don't dare to see her." It looked up in fear, and its body began to blur.

——Fuck, do even evil spirits bully the weak and fear the strong?
The leader of the horse gang endured the discomfort, and quickly comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, Councilor Quinn is very kind and won't hurt you."

"She's a congressman?" Kennedy's body was solid, and most of the fear disappeared on his face.

"Congressman?" it asked.

"It should be elected in the next term, but it's still only a member of the New York State Assembly."

The fear on its face completely disappeared, and it stood there refusing to leave, with a faint smile on its pale grimace, "So it's just a state congressman, and I'm the president of the United States, so she should be afraid of me."

— This Kennedy is out of his mind!

The caravan advocated opening his mouth, but held back what he wanted to complain about.

"Honey, you go back to your room first."

He turned his head and said to his trembling wife who was holding his arm.

"Kennedy?"

At this moment, Harley, who was notified by the agent, also came down from the second floor.

"President Kennedy," it said solemnly.

"Hi, President Kennedy."

Harry had strange eyes, and this Kennedy seemed to be out of his wits.

"I want to visit your country of America, can you show me the way?" She asked directly.

Kennedy looked at her, looked at the dog saint beside her, and then looked back at the horse gang leader and the agents around him who were facing enemies, and said: "I only invite the president, and only the president can go to the United States, to my White House."

"If I participate in the presidential election in the future, I will probably be elected." Halle laughed.

"Why?" it asked.

"I am decathlon capable and have outstanding professional ability." Halle said confidently.

It shook its head and said, "Ability may not necessarily make you a president. In fact, many presidents are a bit stupid."

This seems like a big truth?

"I am of high moral character and respected by others," said Harry.

"Hehe, you want to be the president of the United States if you're not a villain? Go ahead and dream." It sneered again and again.

The head of the horse gang blushed.

Harry was startled, it seemed to be another big truth?

"I have done great things for the American people, and they will choose me," she said.

It continued to shake its head, "If you think this way, you probably won't be elected president."

Harry frowned and said, "Several outstanding generals in history have become presidents."

It got a little more impatient with its grimace, "You don't understand the tricks of the campaign at all."

The leader of the horse gang immediately said: "Harry is rich, with a net worth of tens of billions, it is no problem to invest one billion in campaign funds."

It showed hesitation.

The leader of the horse gang said again: "She has a wide network and has many friends in the political and business circles. She joined the Democratic Party ten years ago and has very strong political capital."

"Then you can come too, together." It invited Harry.

Harry was dumbfounded.

"I won't go, only Harley will go alone." The leader of the horse gang waved his hands again and again.

"We are going to the White House in the United States, the president is the key. I can come to see you, and you can also visit me," it said.

Yebi was thoughtful: "The 'Hell Kingdom' is probably related to the United States itself."

Harley said to the horse gang leader: "With me and Yebi, you will not be in danger."

"Okay." The horse gang leader reluctantly agreed.

But when the two and one dog were about to follow the dead ghost to another White House, it stopped the dog, "Only the president and the pre-president can go, the dog can't."

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "My dog ​​can speak human, so it may not be impossible for him to participate in the election."

"Whether it can speak human words is never the point. Does it have money?" it asked.

"My money is its money."

"Does it have connections in the political arena, and can it impress voters with simple, clear and seductive political slogans?" it asked again.

"It's definitely possible. It is more popular than me in theory. The promise it makes is absolutely attractive, especially for the rich and powerful." Halle said affirmatively.

"Is it pure American, or a generation of immigrants?" it asked finally.

"His father is not from the United States, but he is well-known and popular in the United States, and his mother is an absolutely pure American bully dog."

The horse gang leader's father is not American, but his mother is, so it is somewhat similar to Yebi.

"Okay then, let's come together."

It turned and walked into the darkness.

When it turned around, they found that it was indeed brainless, with a hole the size of an orange in the back of its head. Even though it kept covering it with its hands, its white brain was almost drained.

"The road ends, and there is a wall ahead." The horse gang leader reminded.

Harry's eyes flashed, and he said via voice transmission: "It's okay, we just need it to provide the coordinates."

When he was about to hit the wall, the horse gang leader couldn't help but close his eyes, one step, two steps, three steps.
Didn't touch anything.

He opened his eyes curiously, and saw that he had come to a motorway, the sky was as dark as blood, surrounded by a desolate Gobi, and in front of him was a huge city shrouded in shadows.

"Where is Gotham?"

Harry looked left and right, and found that Kennedy was walking forward alone, holding the back of his broken head.

"You know, I'm touring America," it said.

——I know a... Well, yes, when this guy died, he was indeed on a speaking tour in the United States, seeking re-election.

"This is indeed America, and it's also hell." Harry turned his head and asked Yebby, "Can you perceive its specific situation?"

Jebi shook his head, "Let's go into the city and have a look."

"Hiss, Harry, it's so cold, why is it so cold in here." The horse gang leader shivered with his arms around his arms.

"Hell, of course the weather is harsh. Look at the sky, it's almost exactly the same as hell, like a dark red, dirty blood. Hell is either scorching hot or freezing cold. Jebby, please help Mr. President."

Jebi put on a layer of holy light for the caravan leader.

"Huh..." the leader of the horse gang let out a long sigh of relief, and finally thought about other issues, "Why did hell turn into the country of America?"

"Well, it's not that hell turns into the country of America, but" Harry frowned for a moment, and said strangely: "This is the country of America, a god-country composed of the real world's belief collection of the country of America'?"

"What do you mean?" The horse gang leader was puzzled.

While walking behind Kennedy into Gotham City, Harry looked around with a complicated expression, and said, "You have seen Uncle Sam many times, don't you know his state of existence?

Since there is a "heart of loving the country of the United States" to manifest the "godly country of patriotism", Uncle Sam representing the United States was born.

So besides patriotism, there are many dark emotions. Emotions and cognition are superficial beliefs, and they also have power.

In the fifth dimension of thinking, even subconscious 'knowing' has real power. "

"Could it be that this is the Kingdom of God, the embodiment of the 'Hate of the United States'?" The head of the horse gang changed his expression slightly, and asked nervously, "Will we encounter stupid big wood and stupid pull-dan?"

"No, there are no enemies of the United States here, only." Harry said uncertainly: "I guess, there is only the 'United States' itself. Forget it, we have entered the 'Hell Kingdom', there is no need to keep up with Kennedy, let's speed up .”

She started to run, and Jebi followed her, holding the horseman by the holy light.

After a few breaths, it passed Kennedy, and it stretched out its hand and yelled something. They didn't listen, and they didn't stop. It wasn't until at the entrance of the city that Harry slowed down.

An obese middle-aged white man with a rope hanging around his neck was hanging under a street lamp. His upper body clothes were torn, exposing his naked chest, and the bloody words "Welcome to Gotham" were engraved on it with a knife .

After entering the city, the places where the original street signs were, were replaced by hanged ghosts, and words were engraved on the chest and back.

The huge city is almost exactly the same as the real world, but it is empty inside, no people can be seen, and the streets are barren, dirty, empty and monotonous.
It is also filled with an inexplicable sense of dryness, which makes people unable to calm down.

"Ah, it's snowing." The caravan master stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, and when he took a closer look, his pupils constricted, "shit, this is not ice and snow, but a fan!"

Harry stood on the street for a moment, and soon a layer of white powdery Du Ping fell on his body.

"This city is like the thoughts of a depraved drug addict. The boring and empty streets are his ideas. The dilapidated and old buildings are dim and unbearable memories. Du Ping is his desire. I will probably see it later. To something even worse." She said in a complicated tone.

"Da da da da." Before the sigh of emotion fell, there were intense and intensive gunshots in the distance.

After a few people walked over, they saw a bloody building.

In the 24-story building, every window and every door is bleeding blood, just like the bullet holes on the body of a fat man in the United States in reality.

There was still a gun battle inside, and screams and curses could be heard.

Harry was also curious and stuck his head through the door to have a look. A swarm of bullets hit her head on, dazzled her.

She already has a rough guess about this place: this is the United States, the United States itself, and the characteristics of the United States are the appearance and characteristics of this place.

She had expected to see a bunch of gangsters, this was Gotham after all.

But she was wrong, the people in the chaotic battle have all kinds of identities, firefighters, GCPD, students, children, nurses, doctors, elites in suits, potbellied tycoons
They all have red eyes, vicious and grinning faces, venting ammunition and cruelty wantonly.

"Well, my layout is still a little small, yes, this is the country of America." Harry quickly calmed down.

She calmly grabbed a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, "What's going on here?"

"What is the situation?" It asked blankly.

"Why are you fighting? What are you fighting for?" asked the horse gang leader.

"The store sells guns, isn't it just to make us pull the trigger on each other?"

"There must be a specific purpose, right?" the horse gang leader said displeased.

"In the United States, shooting is as common as eating. There is no special purpose."

Harry dropped it there and walked on, and it turned around and continued to join in the eternal gunfire.

Along the way, they encountered several bloody buildings or streets.

Gradually, they got used to it, turned a blind eye and moved on.

Until outside Central Park, Harry sensed the breath of the gods.

"Jabi, there is a god of faith nearby, have you noticed?"

Yebi stared at the dense forest in Central Park, and said, "That's right, there are faint fluctuations of belief in divine power."

"God? He is the master of this place? Maybe he can tell us the truth about this weird and unreal America." The leader of the horse gang was a little excited, and what he saw before made him feel extremely depressed.

Central Park in Manhattan, New York, has a huge lawn at the southwest end, covering an area of ​​up to [-] square meters.

It is often used as a gathering place for large demonstrations or political campaigns.

Americans call it "Sheep Green", a beautiful name and beautiful scenery. It is one of the most legendary and iconic locations in Manhattan.

In countless Hollywood movies and American dramas, as long as the shot of Central Park is involved, the director does not hesitate to give it a long shot.

When Harry arrived with the two of them, they saw a rave party there.

Hundreds of men surrounded and annihilated a goddess naked!
The goddess held a large torch and wore a pointed crown
"Shit, Lady Liberty?!"

(End of this chapter)