Miss Clown subverts Marvel

After waiting in the church for three full hours, Harry finally heard the sound of the door opening.

The door of the church was slowly pushed open, and three tall and strong white men appeared at the door of the church. The leader was wearing a dark priest uniform. He was obviously the "saint" as the leader. As a priest, he did not take any Instead of carrying a missionary Bible, he was holding a large ax dripping with wet blood in one hand. Apparently, he had just "saved" many sinners.

Following closely behind him was a blond man wearing a white suit. His clothes were neat and straight. Although he smelled of blood, he didn't look like he had just returned from a murder. This was an "elite", a man with... A mystical guy who has a strong hatred for all illegal immigrants and poor people, viewing them as pests that must be eliminated.

The third person is a big white man wearing a red hood and a full beard. This person should be a "dangerous person". This guy is a typical hater of the rich, bent on plundering the happiness of ordinary people. The good capitalists rushed to kill them all. He was carrying a heavy machine gun and a large string of ammunition belts on his back. He looked like he had returned from a war. The big thing on his shoulder was contraband from any angle. , Harry was very jealous when he saw it.

As expected, elite soldiers are elite soldiers. The appearance and momentum of these three people are incomparable to that group of ordinary gangsters. Harley licked her tongue.

These three people have abilities and ideals, and Harley likes such lunatics.

Harley saw the three members of the anti-evil team, and naturally they also saw Harley. The sudden appearance of the strange girl made the three of them slightly stunned, but they were not emotional. They were all guys with abnormal brains. Facing a possible trap, they just tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands.

"Who are you"

The leading "saint" looked at the girl sitting on the bench indifferently and asked in a strong tone.

But what puzzled them was that the girl opposite did not answer their questions. She just lowered her head and picked up something similar to a baseball bat from her side.

"Evil Squad, hehehe."

The girl's voice was very sharp. She stood up slowly and moved her somewhat stiff hands and feet.

"I give you a choice, join me, or die."

As soon as Harley finished saying this, the "Elite" drew his gun and fired seven shots at different corners of the church without thinking. These are all visual blind spots in the church suitable for Tibetans. If it is really a trap, then His seven shots were definitely able to strike first, but what surprised them was that after the continuous shooting, nothing happened.

"Make sure there is no ambush, she is alone."

The voice of "Elite" is like that of a traditional gentleman, speaking slowly and elegantly.

After receiving confirmation from the "Elite", the "Saint" as the leader nodded, glanced at the ridiculous baseball bat in the girl's hand, and approached Harley, who was standing in front of the statue of the Son of God with an ax in his hand. He was about 1.9 meters tall. The thick body was like a mountain, and he looked at the short girl in front of him menacingly.

"We don't have time to play house with little girls. Tell us who you are."

The girl seemed to be shocked. She stood silently in front of the "saint" and slowly raised her head under the contemptuous gazes of the three people.

What appeared in front of him was not a timid girl shivering because her prank failed, but a creepy smiling face.

The three members of the evil-killing trio were all elite soldiers. The moment they realized something was wrong, the "Saint" picked up the ax and chopped it at Harley's head without thinking, while the "Elite" quickly He stepped back and took out another silver pistol from the lining of his suit. The "dangerous man" directly pressed down the muzzle of the heavy machine gun he was carrying, and his index finger was about to rest on the trigger.

But how could Harley be so easy to deal with? The moment the three of them entered the church, she had slowly abandoned her rationality and allowed her crazy fighting spirit to fill her mind. At this time, her physical fitness had been strengthened. She was dozens of times the size of an ordinary person. Before the "Saint"'s ax struck her, she made a small spin, narrowly dodging the diagonal ax and then fiercely hit the baseball bat she was dragging with her right hand. Last flirtation

"boom"

The "Saint" was hit in the middle of his legs by Harry with a stick, and was hit into the air. His eyes were wide open, his face was purple, he threw the ax out of his hands, and fell to the ground helplessly. He lost his combat effectiveness in an instant.

At this time, the guns of the "elites" and "dangerous people" were already pointed at Harley. In just half a second, they would be able to pull the trigger and break this dangerous girl into pieces. However, in this half second, But they couldn't hold it any longer.

The moment the "Saint" was knocked away, Harley's left hand had already grabbed the benches on both sides. The benches weighing hundreds of kilograms seemed to have lost weight. Harley waved them towards the two gunmen with one hand. He was smashed over.

"boom"

The "elites" and "dangerous people" only had time to protect their own vital points before they were knocked to the ground by a long wooden chair. However, what they never expected was that Harley did not give them any breathing space after the successful blow. time, what greeted them next was continuous bench blows.

Harley threw away the baseball bat in her hand and grabbed a row of benches with one hand. Like a pillow fight, she switched her left hand to her right hand and hit the two men pressed by the bench one after another.

Sneak attack on vital points and beat up the drowned dog. These are Harley's newly learned moves, and they are indeed very useful in actual combat.

Harley had a great time, but for the "elites" and "dangerous people", this was undoubtedly desperate. Hundreds of kilograms of wood were like swatting flies, hitting them one after another. It was simply More cruel than torture in prison.

After a while, the two guys were hit until they were frothing at the mouth and fainted. However, Harley, whose sanity was still evaporating, did not notice the other's situation. She laughed wildly and swung it around, smashing the entire church. The sound of "rumble" echoed constantly. In her opinion, it was as relaxing as beating a drum.

After waiting for 5 minutes, when Harley came back to her senses, the "elite" and "dangerous people" had taken in less air and released much more air.

Harley, whose IQ was above the line, panicked instantly. She immediately ran to the "Elite" to see if she could get emergency treatment. This guy was her main target this time. If this gun master was killed like this, If she beat herself to death, her work today could almost be said to have been in vain.

After checking the "Elite"'s injuries, Harley breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them were pressed down by the bench at the same time. Most of the injuries were borne by the thick "Danger Man". Because this guy was relatively thin, only his ribs were damaged by him. I've broken a few of them, and my breathing is pretty steady. There should be no damage to the internal organs, and I won't die so easily.

It should still be usable if you find someone to treat it, so it's not too wasteful.