I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 81 Mutation
"Big sister, you have a sharp weapon, and you will kill yourself. With Aki by my side, I can't use it to deal with dangers that I can't deal with myself." Harry pointedly said.

Laurie understood her suggestion and asked with a smile, "Would you use it to rob a bank?"

"Robbing a bank is too low, with or without Archimedes, I wouldn't do it."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Is your request too low? You said before that you want to save the world." Harry's mouth twitched.

"Saving the world is the upper limit. I didn't expect you to do it at all. Just don't become a criminal with no moral bottom line, I'm basically satisfied." Laurie sighed.

Harry thought of the joker, who even killed pregnant women who were pregnant with his child, and it seemed that the bottom line was not very high.

Maybe she can do better than the joker?

Well, Harry thinks too much. The joker is a real patriot. Even if he sees through the hypocrisy and darkness of the American dream, he is still willing to go to hell for the United States.

She will never have this spirit.

Crown Point Street, an upscale residence called Red Emerald.

"Mondy, how much did they spend together?" Harry asked the black girl at the front desk counter.

"Du Ping 80 dollars, drinks 40, looking for a girl 800, hotel room 300."

Harry's expression was a little strange, and he asked again, "I remember that the drinks in the nightclub are not cheap, right?"

"Your two friends only ordered regular local bulk wine."

Harry nodded lightly, still satisfied with Gary and Richie.

There is no way to choose a cheap girl when looking for a girl, after all, it is more important to have a good eye.

In Red Jade, the $150 a night room is really the most common single room.

Knowing that she was treating guests, the two of them can still be so restrained, which is really not bad.

"I heard it right, you asked me to steal Ye Xiao's Archimedes?"

In the afternoon, when the two woke up in good spirits again, Richie said goodbye to Hallie and thanked her for her hospitality.

Musician Gary is still unfinished, he knows his taste, and plans to stay in Gotham to make a living, and now he runs out to find his friends in the music industry.

"You didn't steal it, you helped me steal it, and Archimedes is mine," Harry emphasized.

Richie rubbed his long black curly hair that reached to his neck and wondered, "What made you change your mind?"

"We are friends, so I won't hide some things from you. Ye Xiao gave Archimedes to me."

"What? Why?" Richie called out again.

Harry's eyes were deep and he said quietly: "Actually, I am also a watchman."

Richie looked at her without speaking, with a clear expression of "don't fool me" written on his face.

"Really, I'm a second-generation comedian," Harley hooked her little thumbs to the corners of her mouth and gently pulled to the base of her ears, "Look, how crazy am I laughing?"

"I, no, letter!" Richie shook his head with a sullen face, "If you don't tell the truth, I will never help you.

If I guess right, letting me steal Archimedes is just the first step, and then you'll let me re-edit the ship's firewall system. "

Harry hesitated for a moment and said: "Rich, you are proficient in quantum magic, you can kill people from the air, and it should not be difficult to steal bank deposits.

But you don't do that, but you work honestly to make money, which shows that you are a principled person. "

"Thank you." Richie still looked blank.

"I believe you, but my facts are too great. If you will swear to hell with your soul that you will not reveal my secrets to anyone, I will tell you the whole truth."

Harry stared into his eyes and showed him his determination.

"So exaggerated." Richie hesitated.

The mage swears by the soul, which is a summoning ceremony in the "Magic Book of Truth": let hell listen to the oath.

Well, whether it works or not, how it works, Harry and Rich are not sure, but many spells in the "Magic of Truth" have been verified.

For example, the last time Richie sacrificed a cat and summoned the demon to Harry's house, the ritual used was from the "Magic Book of Truth".

"Well, I'll add a deadline and not reveal my secrets within a year." Harry said.

It is impossible for her to hide her identity for the rest of her life, and [-]% of the cases in the monastery will be delayed for less than a year.

Even if the Crusaders were willing to delay, she would not.

Richie's face brightened.

"I really don't want to swear this, but I'm just too curious."

Most of the evoking rituals in the Book of Truth are very simple, pentagrams, candles, offerings, and incantations.

I didn't kill the cat this time, because Richie himself was the sacrifice - if he broke his oath, he would usher in the fate of hell.

Using chalk, I drew a pentagram on the floor of the living room of Harry's apartment, and filled in some runes in the middle. Ricky stood in the center, cut his palm, and let blood drip.

"The king of hell, the master of fate, please listen to my voice. The next conversation that takes place here, I will not disclose it to anyone, within a year!"

Richie looked serious, shouted loudly, a little bit of a middle schooler, a little bit silly.

The vague conversation of passers-by and the whistle of a car in the distance came from outside the window, and there was nothing strange in the room.

Harry frowned and asked, "It's done?"

Rich nodded, uncertain: "Probably."

"How do you feel? Did you feel cold all over, as if you were being targeted by an unknown horror?" Harry asked.

Rich shook his head, "Perhaps your heating is a little too high, and it just feels a little hot."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Forget it, there are many people who know my identity now."

Even Gordon teammate Harvey Bullock knows her identity, and Richie is more reliable than Harvey.

"What's the biggest thing about Gotham recently?" Harry asked in a deep voice.

"The death of the Wayne couple?"

Harry shook his head, "That's the old yellow calendar."

"City councilors were killed one after another, and even the mayor received death threats?" Rich said again.

"It's a trivial matter in Gotham." Harry frowned.

Richie's cheek muscles twitched, "Sorry, I'm not from Gotham, for me, this is a big case."

"The Crusaders and the Witch Harley have dominated the headlines of the world's major media for many days, haven't you heard of it?" Harley said.

"Uh, is it necessary to pay attention to this kind of trivial matter?" Richie nodded his head, then widened his eyes, and said suddenly: "You are Harley, Harley Quinn, I saw your picture on TV, really kind of like."

Harry took off his black-rimmed glasses and pinned the black hair that covered most of his face behind his ears, "Is it more like?"

Richie looked at it for a moment and said, "You have also trimmed your eyebrows, the key is that your temperament has changed too much."

"Indeed, when I was in middle school, I lived under the sun, and now I'm killing people." Harry made a vicious expression.

Then she recounted her friendship with Laurie.

"Wow, the last watchman, so cool!" Rich exclaimed, and then asked in confusion: "What did you do to make the Crusaders hate you so much?"

"You believe Bruce Wayne's defense for me?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I took Wayne's word when I didn't know your true identity."

"Why? Has Wayne's influence spread to the West Coast?"

"I work in Weetamai Industrial Park (a food factory in the UK) and have nothing to do with Wayne." Rich shook his head and said, "I believe in Wayne, just because I don't believe in the church.

Too many news stories of churches harbouring filth appeared and were quickly suppressed, but there was never a single incident of a church being wronged by a public figure.

It's like in school, only the big guy who can fight bullies the little guy, and the weak chicken takes the initiative to provoke the mighty big guy. I've never seen it. "

"Well, ordinary people don't think that way," Harry sighed.

After the Holy Land Crusaders set a combination of punches, the public even began to question the credibility of the Wayne Group.

Like piloting a long-range drone, the owl ship launches in the underground warehouse and follows the tunnel into the lake.

Like a submarine, it swims from the lake to the Potomac River (the big river that runs through Washington and connects the Atlantic Ocean), and after it is far away from Washington, it rises into the sky and roars to Gotham, 400 kilometers away.

At high altitudes, there are invisible material shells to avoid radar scanning.

Fires smoke grenades close to the ground and is almost physically invisible at night - wrapped in a cloud of fog that's of little use during the day.

Daniel Dreyberg's hometown is in Manhattan. He is a rich second generation, otherwise he would not have the money to build an airship.And the place where he hid the airship was a subway tunnel that had been abandoned for many years.

Well, he bought the building above the tunnel to live in.

Pass through the Hudson River that surrounds Manhattan, enter the city sewers, then turn around, find an iron gate built by Ye Xiao in the early years, and finally fly into the long-forgotten subway tunnel.

The spacecraft is also very simple to operate, or, Daniel deliberately makes it foolish.

Before AI-assisted operation, the semi-literate Rorschach who came out of the orphanage played the airship very well.

Now that there is an autopilot system, it is really not much different from the Internet celebrity drones in ten years.

Of course, relying on the autopilot system, Harley can only make the spacecraft do the most basic flight actions.To play "speed, passion, and emotion", you have to manually operate it. Without the skills of regular fighter pilots, you will definitely not be able to do it.

Harry and Richie can also drive a car, and they dare not cancel the intelligent assistance at all.

They drove the spaceship in the middle of the night, and went around the Atlantic Ocean dryly. They were very excited at first, touch it here and see there.

But it didn't take long for them to get bored with the dark sky, the monotonous operation of the machine, and the cramped cabin.

Richie left the next day.

He didn't have enough expertise in aerospace and mechanics to make any changes to the spacecraft's operating system, but just refactored the firewall.

This is equivalent to Harley getting a laptop from Daniel. Rich did not change the Win10 operating system and applications such as Word and QQ, but reinstalled "Rich Security Guard" for the computer.

Before leaving, he also cleaned up all traces of "Diana Da Vinci" on the Internet.

"I am worried that if you are exposed, you will implicate us. I am not afraid to tell you the truth, I am very afraid of pain. If the Holy Land Crusaders really caught me, threatened me, tempted me, tortured me, I would not be able to bear it. Live out your secrets," he said.

This afternoon, Aunt Tata's house.

Prika is about to go to work at the Scarlet Paradise nightclub, and is putting on her armed belt full of weapons.Harry, with a beaming look, waited by the side.

"Your two friends are gone?" the big black girl asked casually.

"Ricky has been gone for a few days, and Gary has no fixed place to live, and now he is going to stay in Gotham to develop."

"You have a good relationship? I see that you are in a good mood these days. Diana, don't blame me for talking too much, they are not the same as you." Prika frowned.

Well, since getting the Owl spaceship, Harry seems to be drifting away.

Not to mention the big black girl who is already meticulous, even the truck driver who delivers the relief meals every morning feels that she has a "spring breeze" on her face.

"Don't look at Ricky and Gary being rambunctious, flirting and messing around like a waste. In fact, they are both exorcists like me. We often exchange exorcism experiences together." Harry couldn't help being a friend Two fair words.

"Exorcism?" Prika looked strange.

"Diana, don't be fooled by those messy people. With your talent, being a female shooter is really promising." She said earnestly.

"Ding bell bell" Suddenly, the cell phone inserted in the back pocket of the big black girl's leather pants rang.

"Hey, I'm Prika, you—what? The gcpd raid, the target is me? Fake, you are a sheriff, and you don't even know the mission target, Fake!"

Harry's originally laid-back expression suddenly became solemn.

GCPD raid, targeting near Prika's house
(End of this chapter)