Miss Clown subverts Marvel

The subdued Morbius made a strange sound of "cough cough cough", but the fierce light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

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This was Michael Morbius's first thought when he woke up. The severe pain from his jaw made him extra awake. The pain of his bones being crushed bit by bit is not something that ordinary people can bear. Fortunately, he is strong. His recovery ability gave him tolerance for pain. He struggled to raise his head, but what he saw was a terrifying huge mouth that was split deep into his cheek.

The hot blood slipped from Harley's body and dripped on Michael's body. Harley stepped on his face, swung the baseball bat in her hand into a round shape, and landed hard on Morbius' neck, directly knocking him off. It was smashed and twisted.

Harley solved the vampire and looked at the mess in front of her with scarlet eyes. The "saint" had committed suicide. After finally finding three elites, two were dead now. Harley felt that her strategy was wrong and her mind had not yet cooled down. Make her impulsive and full of action,

"I'm so annoyed, I'm so annoyed, why am I so unhappy all the time?"

It was the same when robbing a bank, it was the same when hunting the evil trio, and it was the same when finding Morbius. One or two, one or two always caused trouble for herself. What exactly did Harley Quinn do wrong? She felt She's done a good enough job, but it's annoying that she keeps having problems.

The succession of annoying things made Harley extremely irritable. The desire for destruction in her chest accumulated together, making her eager to go out and cause destruction.

"I think you should calm down, your current situation is very wrong"

A weak voice sounded near Harley's feet. Harley looked down and saw that it was Morbius who had come to life again.

"You are still alive. Why don't you continue to pretend to be dead? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Harley knelt down and looked at this guy who had come back from the dead with great interest. Although the vampire's recovery ability was worse than his own, it was a bit super regenerative.

Morbius looked at Harley, whose face was full of madness, and felt a little embarrassed. But after all, he was a social elite. As a 20-year-old Ph.D. in biology, he was quite proud. How could he give in to words? Gritting his teeth, he said harshly:

"Ahem, so what?"

"Boom"

Harley grabbed Morbius's neck and lifted it up suddenly, swatting it against the wall like a fly. Harley squeezed Morbius's neck, which was already not thick, twice as tight, and her ten fingers sank deeply into him. Black and red blood like death flowed from his skin.

Harley put her big mouth to the ears of the exhausted Morbius, and said with an evil smile:

"I think it would be better for you to pay attention to the tone in which you speak to me.

I'm not a good person. The life or death of anyone who has been exposed to my blood is entirely up to me. "

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Before Morbius could figure out the meaning of Harley's words, he completely fainted from suffocation.

Throwing Morbius on the ground like trash, Harley didn't want to pay attention to this guy. She glanced at the "Elite" lying behind her. This guy was still seriously injured. Harley didn't know if he could still survive. Live until tomorrow, so I gave up on the idea of ​​turning it into a puppet for the time being.

Morbius was also contaminated with his own blood, but once he went crazy as a superpower, Harley wasn't sure she could control him. After thinking about it for a moment, Harley decided to leave first and let Morbius transform on his own. .

However, she did not plan to go home next, because her sanity had not yet been completely restored, and Harley instinctively rejected the choice that might harm her family.

Now she has to go to the gang's lair in Queens. The elite plan is only half completed. Now she can't go back home, so she can use the remaining time to do something more relaxing, such as controlling an entire gang, and getting more free. cannon fodder.

Harley's target is a stronghold under the Devil's Gang, which was revealed to her by several puppets of the Maggia Gang.This stronghold is a drug distribution exchange. There are not many people stationed there at ordinary times. There are probably more than 20 people. There are only a dozen pistols and a few shotguns, and there are no automatic rifles.

As long as she keeps some sense and doesn't get surrounded by many gunmen like last time, Harley believes she can take them all out.

Harley was running very fast. Although there were some blind gangsters who wanted to stop her on the road, because their physical strength was not at the same level, they couldn't catch up with her, so they didn't waste much time when they arrived at the destination.

The target location is an old residential building. The seven-story building is inhabited by poor people who rent houses. The residents are very mobile and do not know each other, so even if there are outside drug buyers, they will not be caught. People discovered that when Harley walked in brazenly, she didn't even attract the attention of the people on guard downstairs.

The slums were not deserted at night. Even drug dealers were waiting for new customers all night long. Harley's appearance made it easy for people to lower their guard. She walked to the door of a drug dealer's residence almost without any obstruction. However, What surprised Harry was that there was a lingering sound coming from inside the room. It was obvious that these guys were doing something inappropriate for girls.

Gently pushing the door open, a strong aroma instantly rushed out of the unlocked room. This aroma was not like anything Harry had ever smelled. Combined with the function of this place, it was obvious. There were four or five men and women on the big bed and sofa in the corner of the room. It was obvious that these guys were playing more openly. Harry snorted and sneered:

"It's so happy, let me add some ingredients to you~"

She quietly bit the palm of her hand, and before it could heal, she pushed open the door and splashed the blood on those people with lightning speed, then slammed the door and walked out. He picked up a long iron block from the pile of debris around him and inserted it into the latch of the door lock.

During strenuous exercise, I was interrupted by a stranger and had blood sprayed on his face. The old man inside was a little confused about the situation. His high temperature had cooled down a bit. He pushed away the person on him and wanted to come out to see the situation. However, they found that the door had been completely sealed, so several people could only yell for their companions, wanting to ask what happened outside.

In the next room, seven or eight men were gathered around a table. Some were holding transparent beakers and enjoying the bliss of the world. Some were holding pokers and yelling at each other in a rough voice. They didn't hear anyone calling them. name.

Their attention was completely focused on the card game in front of them, and they didn't even notice that Harley walked up to them. At this time, Harley finally understood that these guys seemed to be just peripheral members. They looked thin and sluggish. , although there were guns around him, he obviously looked like he was overdosing on drugs, and his fighting ability was probably not as good as that of a random passerby with a gun.

It is impossible for a real gangster elite to allow his subordinates to take drugs wantonly, so this group of people are at most drug dealers. No wonder the Maggia Gang knew this location but did not take action here, fearing that they did not want to waste time dealing with these miscellaneous fish.

However, Harley would not be polite if they didn't take action. These people were already in a daze from taking the medicine. It was easier for Harley to move her hands. She bit her finger and quietly dripped her blood on each of their skin. Go up, leave the room, and jam the door shaft, it's extremely easy.

Harley didn't waste the remaining time on this group of useless guys in the residence. Even if it was a drug selling point, there should be two real gangsters stationed there, so Harley walked directly towards the top of the floor.