I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 897 The Disliked Sister Harley
"Fatty, what have you been up to lately?" Putting away the big cross, Harry found Fatty on the front lawn.

In the yard besides it, there are Selena, Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Red Fa (hedgehog spirit), and Fat Harry, the son of Angela, the housekeeper under the mountain.

The fat head floated in the air, and the other four sat cross-legged in the sun with their hearts turned to the sky.

"I'm teaching them how to use the energy of the Green Lantern. Well, I'm the Green Lantern Instructor."

"Are you still a director? I have a big project and I want you to direct it." Harry asked.

When the fat head heard this, he immediately floated to her side excitedly, "Great, directing is my profession! What subject matter? Do you have a script?"

"Recently, Asmodeus, the cow angel of the Silver City, was promoted to the maharajah. I want to give him a gift. After thinking about it, with a budget of 500 million meritorious deeds, it is the most cost-effective and the most cost-effective to help him make a biographical movie that can make him famous in the world." can please him.”

"Harry, are you serious?" Selena asked in surprise, her eyes widening.

Glancing at Fat Harry and the animal man, she got up from the grass, walked to Harry, and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to change your family and join Asmodeus?
I think he is unreliable, he can't even pass Michael's level, not to mention the puppy God, you are not on the wrong team. "

"Why do you have such confidence in Michael, you have never seen him?" Harry asked strangely.

Selina said seriously: "I haven't seen him, but I have seen Father Carlisle, and I saw him use the forbidden magic of 'Michael comes'.

Father Carlisle didn't come to you in a hurry and told you that he couldn't use Michael's power, which means Michael is still alive and well.

He lived well, but Asmodeus jumped up and down, hastily canonizing himself as a maharajah, which is obviously the style of a bad villain in the movie. "

Harry looked up at the sky, and said, "Don't say that again, you can't tell anyone about Asmodeus and Zaule.

We can hear the voice of heaven in the world, and the voice of heaven can also hear our voice in the world. "

"I'm just telling you, did you listen?" Selena's voice became lower.

"Do you think I still need your warning?" Harry said via voice transmission.

Selena nodded and continued to go back to meditate.

"Fat head, do you have confidence? Rich's quantum magic will help you create the most gorgeous special effects, as long as you imagine the scene, it can be 100% restored."

"Of course I'm fine, but you just said meritorious service to heaven." The fat head hesitated and said, "I'm already very happy that you can ask me to make a blockbuster movie, so I don't need the wages."

"Of course! You are the superstar director of the galaxy, and I will give you 450 million meritorious director's fees." Halle waved her hand proudly.

"Ah, the total investment is only 500 million meritorious service."

Ha Li didn't care and said: "Investing 8000 million yuan and taking away [-] million yuan for Xiao Xianrou are common in the entertainment industry. You are a new director, so you can be considered Xiao Xianrou."

"Really? But it's useless for me to ask for the merits of heaven."

Harley leaned over, put his arms around its soft and bouncy shark "neck", and said in a low voice: "Yin-yang contracts are also the norm in the entertainment industry. I will sign a 450 million contract with you on the surface, and make another contract behind the scenes." , you transfer 449 million to me personally, understand?"

The fat head nodded stiffly.

After handing over the task of 'The Maharaja's Big Movie' to the fat head, Harley immediately contacted God's little black hand—the Stranger.

"I held off the current 'Voice of Heaven' for the time being and prepared a gift for Asmodeus before I started searching for Zaulie.

Hehe, even if a Hong Kong director is hired, it will take at least half a month, not to mention that Fathead is still a newcomer. "

Harry looked at the Stranger opposite, "What about you, did he ever look for you?"

Stranger shook his head with a very calm expression, "The angels in the City of Silver have long stopped treating me as an angel, and I don't care about what happened in the City of Silver."

"Aren't you worried?" Harry asked.

"Are you worried?" Stranger asked back.

Harry said: "Theoretically, when the sky falls, there are tall ones. Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel are the twelve archangels. There are still eight left, and it's never my turn to worry about it, a powerless feudal lord.

But if something happened in the City of Silver, the feudal lord would lose face as well.

If the gods thought that the City of Silver was weak because of this rebellion, what would they think and what would they do?
Don't forget, the Gods hate Heaven and God because of the Crisis on Infinite Earths cosmic reboot, the Key to Hell, and Lucifer's wings. "

Stranger said unhappily: "You still have the face to say that you have played a major role in these few things."

"Others can say that, but you, as the black hand of God, should understand that I am just a puppet in front of the stage, and He is the black hand behind the scenes!" Harry sighed.

"Since you think so, what are you worrying about now? Everything will be arranged by the Lord." Stranger said lightly.

"Well, to be honest, a crisis is a danger as well as an opportunity. I want to gain some benefits from this incident, for example, let me join the cabinet and become an old man in the Silver City Pavilion." Ha Li said with a smile.

The shadowed eyes under the wide-brimmed hat of the Stranger flickered with dim light, "Why did Lucifer leave hell? Why did Michael react slowly this time?

Have you ever thought about the price of authority in heaven?Will you regret it in a billion years and tens of billions of years? "

"Could it be that Michael wants to run away too?" Harry asked in shock.

Stranger shook his head and said nothing.

Harry narrowed his eyes and said, "It's interesting, I'm more interested in this rebellion now."

After billions of years and billions of years, will you regret it?
Those who say they regret it are all hypocritical people.

Can a "free" ordinary person really live for billions of years?
Can enjoy the benefits of tens of billions of years, when one person is under one person and over tens of thousands of people?
Harley dared to bet his life with anyone: let Lucifer become a real ordinary person, for 99630 years, without any dignity in front of the company's leaders, and lived like a dog; facing the comparison and contempt among relatives and neighbors at home, the body was tired and the heart was exhausted. Even more tiring; he can't afford a house after working hard all his life, and can't marry a wife when he is 40 years old. He will definitely pick up his wings eagerly and return to hell.

He only got a vague message from the Stranger, but no real help, and Harry wanted to find someone else.

She was looking for someone to inquire about the current situation in Heaven, and also wanted to find an ally.

Originally, Dr. Fate Kent was a very good ally. He also had a deep relationship with Heaven, was strong enough, and had top-notch information channels.

However, that time with Lucifer's wings, she and the King Naboo tore apart.

In desperation, she could only choose the "second class".

Such as Wizard Shazam and Mrs. Shangdu.

Shangdu is close, so when she was running at night, she took Dodo to the "Shangdu Exorcism Office".

Yebby went back to hell, and Harry replaced the running dog with Dodo.

"Hey, this is—" When Harry arrived at Shangdu's house, it was already 09:30 in the evening.

It was so late, and she met four guests in suits and leather shoes at the door of Shangdu's house.

Three of the four were Gotham celebrities, and Harley knew them all.

"Ah, Miss Quinn."

She was only curious when she saw them, but they were terrified when they saw her, and cold sweat was visible to the naked eye on their slightly quivering cheeks.

"you--"

Before Harry finished speaking, Jeff, the newspaper tycoon in the Upper East Side, hurried out and said anxiously as he ran, "I'm fine, I'm just here to visit Madam, since Miss Quinn is looking for Madam, I won't bother you." gone."

The other three were startled, and also showed an awkward and ugly smile to Harry, and saluted as gracefully as possible, and said, "Miss Quinn, it's an honor to meet you here, goodbye."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

When running out of the 15-square-meter small garden in the front yard, someone stumbled and staggered, but the other two did not help, but went faster.

"What do they mean?" Harley, no matter how stupid he was, knew they were targeting her.

"What do you want from me?" He didn't answer her question, but got up and led her into the room.

"What are they here for?" Harry asked.

"People who go to the hospital, what is it for?" Shang Du asked back.

"They asked you to exorcise demons, why did they hide when they saw me?"

He gave her a blank look, "What do you think?"

"What did I say? If I knew, would I still ask you?" Harry's tone grew impatient.

"They are afraid that you will steal my business."

Seeing that she was still a little dazed, Shang Du bluntly said: "You have a good reputation, and you often save ghosts but not people. Now that the tycoons know how powerful they are, no one who is self-aware dares to ask you to exorcise demons.

Look at the four of them, they are either celebrities or upstarts in the business world, but they come to me at night, why?
There is an exorcism sign in front of my house. If they come during the day and are found, reporters will naturally find out why they need exorcism.

If they don't come during the day, it must be because they can't see the light.

They dare to look for you when you can't see the light?Isn't looking for you the same as self-defeating?
Oh, not only self-defeating, but killing the whole family by oneself. "

"This is slander!" Harry said excitedly, "'Nurse Harley' doesn't charge for exorcism, and her character and skills are well-known in Gotham."

"You don't take money, you just take your life. Do you want me to remind you? A few days ago, the McGee family was wiped out, and the upper classes in Gotham were shocked."

Harry shouted: "Isn't it just the father and son and a dozen younger brothers who died, how can there be such an exaggeration? And they didn't die, but their souls were redeemed. Why don't they sing praises for me in hell now!"

"There are only two fathers and sons left in the McGee family. If it's not an extermination, what is it? You still say such sarcastic remarks. Forget it, what do you want me for?"

"Something happened over there in heaven, don't you know?"

"What's the matter?" Shang Du wondered.

"It seems you don't know." Harry was a little disappointed, "Go ask Dr. Fate, I'm not sure."

"It's hard to say that you still came to ask me?" Shang Du said with a wooden face.

"I have another thing for you." Harley's eyes flashed a ruthless look, "I want you to help me curse a group of bastards, and use the most vicious spell to curse them to death."

"Why? This is the first time you have made such a request." Shangdu asked in surprise.

"Those bastards want to clone me, or study my genes."

"They are so courageous." Shangdu was stunned, and then asked curiously: "Since you know, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I don't know who they are or where they are, but I can only sense my own cells and..." Harry frowned and said, "It's hard to describe that feeling. In short, my genes have experienced very bad things."

"You can sense your own genes, nonsense, right?" Shang Du was suspicious.

Harry gave her a weird smile and asked, "Have you ever seen flying head?"

(End of this chapter)