I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 101 Idol
Rewind the time a few hours, after the press conference at the city hall.

Harley returned to Gotham City, Brooklyn, the mercenary supermarket on "Peace Street".

The carbon nano-module battle suit inside, and the hooded down jacket on the outside, in appearance, Harley looks like a little fat man.

Pushing the shopping cart, she first chose a five-kilogram bundle of 4 C20 time bombs, and then hesitated to come to the bullet area.

The Archimedes airship is not big, including the front and co-pilot seats, the interior is only about ten square meters (1.8 meters wide, 6.5 meters long, 2.2 meters high), it can't hold too much ammunition, and it can't fight high-intensity for a long time.

After the cathedral battle last night, Harley needed to replenish a few boxes of Vulcan bullets.

She thought that there was no one around the large ammunition rack. After all, few people in Gotham used the Vulcan.

In addition to being very bulky, it is also very expensive.

For example, the M61 Vulcan Cannon can fire 1+ bullets in one minute, and one bullet costs US$6000. After one minute, the US$30 is gone.

That's not counting barrel wear.

Ordinary people can't afford that kind of gold-swallowing beast at all.

If she was the only one who walked over to buy bullets, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the waiter and nearby mercenaries.

Therefore, she seemed a little hesitant.

As a result, before they got close, the voices of people there came over.

More than a dozen people, more than half of them were wearing Harley's same hooded bulletproof trench coat.

Well, an old version of 1.0.

Next to the bullet rack, like "Today's Special Vegetables", there are several machine guns.

They discussed loudly around the machine gun.

"Old Gibbs, are you kidding? Sister Ha's bullets are obviously 20mm copper-nickel alloy. You fooled me with a 15mm three-barreled machine gun?" A burly black man shouted.

"Sister Ha?" Harry wondered, is this talking about me?

"That's right, Boss Harley is using an M61, but you only have a budget of $61, not even a real M[-] barrel.

Since I have no money, I will use this Wayne Military H96 to deal with it. "The old man who had introduced the armor to Harley said helplessly.

"Boss Harley?" Harley's expression became more and more strange. He couldn't really be talking about me, could he?

"Is there any second-hand goods retired by the military? I don't use the same M61 that Sister Ha has, I always feel nothing!" said a young Caucasian man with a green mohawk hairstyle.

"Yes, we are used to using pistols on weekdays. The reason why we changed to the Vulcan Cannon now is to pay tribute to Sister Ha?" Several people responded immediately.

Sister Ha's expression was a little twisted.

"Second-hand ones are definitely available, but we haven't had time to get them yet. If you want them, you'll have to wait a few more days." Old Gibbs promised.

"How much is a second-hand one? Is five thousand dollars enough?" the big black man asked hastily.

The old man's old face was full of contempt: "Even a fraction is not enough, even if it is second-hand, at least you have to replace the barrel with a new one, otherwise what will happen if the chamber explodes?

Moreover, a Vulcan cannon must be equipped with at least a base of about 3000 rounds of bullets, so only bullets cost $9. "

The big black man turned pale, and murmured: "I am already the best saver in our family, I heard that I have five thousand dollars, and the neighbors in the neighborhood almost regard me as a freak.

But even so, couldn't he touch the soles of Sister Ha's shoes? "

"Hey, Sister Ha is becoming more and more high-end and classy. First, the body armor worth millions of dollars, and then the Vulcan cannon worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Where did she get the money?" A female mercenary said with emotion. .

"Don't you know yet? She robbed gcpd's money bank." said a middle-aged man with a gold nose ring on his nose.

"GCPD has a money bank?" the female mercenary asked doubtfully.

"GCPD anti-narcotics team, the second largest drug lair in Gotham, don't you know?" Gold Nose Ring asked in surprise.

"Oh, it turned out to be the anti-narcotics police. I thought that the GCPD General Administration had newly built an accounting office to unify finance."

"There are rumors that Sister Ha can do magic, summon evil spirits from hell, slaughter cathedrals, and drink the blood of the archbishop standing in front of the statue of Christ. Is it true?" someone asked.

"No, I heard Sister Ha pissed on the cross."

"You stupid, Sister Ha is a woman, why did you pee on the church cross?" the female mercenary said.

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean Sister Ha can't do it either." The man vowed.

Harry could almost see faith in his face.

Her face behind the mask became more and more distorted.

"Old Gibbs, right? I know you." At this moment, a man wearing a mask came over and said directly to the old man, "I want a set of carbon nano armor, two M61s, and [-] rounds of ammunition."

"Hey!" There was a gasp of amazement at the scene.

Everyone looked at the visitor with eyes, with speculation and deep malice in their eyes.

Old Gibbs only glanced at the high-end handmade suit on the young man, and a chrysanthemum appeared on his face, "Sir, have you measured your body? We have a VIP suite here."

As he spoke, he bent down and stretched out his hand, making a "please" gesture.

"Hey, there must be someone who comes first, I'm negotiating business with you!" The black man with a $[-] deposit yelled dissatisfied.

"You didn't buy it after talking for a long time. You want to talk to old John. John, come and entertain them." The old man called to the old man who was dozing on the stool at the end of the shelf.

After a while, Old John strolled over, half of the customers chatting around the machine gun dispersed, and more people gathered quickly.

"You said, has Sister Ha left? If there is another big move, will she go to the mercenary bar to recruit partners?" The black man with a deposit of [-] asked expectantly.

"If Sister Ha recruits someone, I am willing to bring my own weapon." The female mercenary said immediately.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if you don't make money if you can make a name for yourself with Sister Ha." Ji Guantou said with longing.

"It would be nice if she could teach me a few tricks in the Dark Arts."

Finally, Harley couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Why do you worship the witch Harley so much?"

As soon as this remark came out, she immediately became the biggest outlier on the scene.

They all looked at her with a strange mix of disdain, malice, and a tinge of superiority.

"Are you a newcomer?" the female mercenary asked.

"Basically, I don't think it's necessary to take a murderer seriously," Harry said.

"But, she is very cool! Rebellious, ruthless, insane and unpredictable, extremely capable, vengeful, arrogant and unruly." Two blushes appeared on the face of the dreadlocked female mercenary.

Cockscomb agreed: "She has all the advantages of a super criminal, or in other words, her appearance has created a new concept of 'super criminal'.

Before her, the apex of what criminals could reach was Falcone and Maroni.

But they are more like businessmen, seeking profit through criminal activities, and forming a family based on profit.Their own strength is also built on the family organization.

Many people would think that if they put themselves in Maroni's position, they might not necessarily do worse than him.

Sister Harley is different from them. She broke the old pattern and created a new concept of crime. She is a legendary criminal who cannot be copied in a hundred years. "

At the end, Ji Guantou's face was full of fanaticism, his spittle was flying everywhere, and his eyes were red.

Harry was dumbfounded.

Seeing her remain silent, the black man with five thousand deposits sighed, and put it another way: "People who are on the road, of course, have to look at their fame and achievements on the road, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Let's talk about fame first. Recently, almost the whole world has been broadcasting her news. Even Africans know that there is a famous female criminal in Gotham who dares to challenge Jesus' crusade.

Falcone's reputation is not good when he leaves Gotham, let alone outside the United States.

Looking at her record again, has there been a similar record in history?

The details of the cathedral are still unclear, but everyone saw her on Bali Street that day. She was alone, with a body armor and two guns, chasing down hundreds of GCPD, blowing up three helicopters and seven or eight police cars.

Hollywood's "Mission Impossible" and "First Blood" dare not shoot like this. "

In the end, the deposit man concluded: "Harley Quinn is the greatest criminal in Gotham in the past 30 years. It is not too much to call her 'Sister Harley'."

Harry couldn't resist.

"Why 30 years? I don't think Gotham has ever seen such an awesome character." Cockscomb asked puzzled.

"Because I only lived 30 years." The deposit man sighed.

Five p.m.

Old Gibbs hummed a ditty, leisurely came to the underground car and garage, just opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to get out and retreat quickly.

But halfway through the action, he smiled bitterly again, and sat back down.

"Boss Halle, do you want a ride?" he said dryly.

Harley, who was lying on the back seat of the car, slowly sat up straight, and said with a sneer, "Stop by your house, okay?"

"Sister Hali, I'm just an ordinary waiter in the supermarket, and I don't have much savings." The old man smiled wryly.

"It seems that you really saved a lot of pension money." Harry thought thoughtfully.

The old man's expression froze, and he said, "No money, really no money."

Suddenly, Harry looked sideways at his right hand hidden under the driver's seat, and said sarcastically, "Press it, press it hard, and see if the security team in the supermarket can receive the alarm."

The old man's face changed greatly, "How do you know?"

Harry just sneered, "If I'm free enough, I'm actually looking forward to the supervisor of the supermarket coming over. The first rule of the mercenary supermarket - never sell customer information, I want to see if they enforce the family law against you, or put me Kill and silence."

The old man forced a smile and said, "Sister Halli, do you have some misunderstanding, I—"

Seeing Harry's mocking eyes, the old man stopped silent and asked, "What do you really want? Actually, I like to gamble, and I really don't have much savings."

"Leave here first." Harry said.

When passing the checkpoint at the gate, the old man almost couldn't hold back and shouted "Help" to the guard.

But the witch Harley is wearing a carbon nano body armor!

Leaving Heping Street safely, Harley smiled and said, "Very good, you have won my initial trust. Next, use your connections and in your name to help me recruit a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death."

"What are you going to do?" Gibbs asked timidly.

Before she was alone, she slaughtered the cathedral. Now that she is recruiting troops, is she going to attack the city hall?
Two hours later, on Seventh Avenue in Manhattan, the BBC headquarters in Gotham.

On the 18th floor, the evening news broadcast room.

The daily "News Express" at seven o'clock is underway.

"After Mayor James' 'cathedral case briefing' ended this afternoon, Justice Payton issued the most wanted warrant, and the special envoy of the president who participated in the abbey case also issued a statement—"

"Boom!" The door of the recording studio was kicked open, followed by the "da da da da" of the machine gun pointed at the ceiling!
Harley, in black armor and black cloak, took the lead. With a wave of his hand, four machine gun boys rushed out from behind and quickly controlled the scene.

"Hey, viewers of Gotham, hello everyone, I think everyone has long been tired of the BBC that even the weather forecast may be a lie, now let 'Quinn Broadcasting' take you into a real adult world!"

(End of this chapter)