I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 153 Rescue the Little Penguin

"Hi, Harry, it's me, Old John!"

On the morning of the second day after being rejected by Bruce, Harley was practicing yoga in the yard that had been turned into a garden. Ivy was humming a song and happily taking care of the magic plants gifted to her by Shangdu, when the phone in the living room rang suddenly.

"John Constantine?" Harry was stunned for a moment before guessing the identity of the other party from his English accent.

"Where are you now?" she asked.

"A little pub in London calling you from a payphone."

"Are you out of rehab? Did it work?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I have been suffering for half a year, and it just ended half a month ago. But fortunately, I finally got rid of that thing completely."

"Congratulations." Harry smiled.

"You don't understand. I heard about you from Chas, and you are probably entering the stage of dying metamorphosis.

If possible, we can meet in person to judge the result more accurately. "Constantine guessed.

Harry was surprised and said: "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, just hearing my reaction, you can guess what happened to me.

That's right, it's dying.

I've had the pleasure of meeting a few master magicians recently and they all said the same thing. "

"Since that's the case, why didn't you know that Du Ping can increase the success rate of transitioning through dying? Didn't they tell you?" Constantine asked.

Harry frowned and said, "Where did you hear the fallacies and heresies, you can only endure the transformation at the end of life."

"Hehehe, it seems that the 'master' you met is nothing more than that," Constantine laughed contemptuously, "Have you read "Dangerous Magic" by the Greek Archmage Roderick? Or, "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions for Practicing Qi"?"

"A prescription from ancient China?" Harry asked strangely.

"Qi Lian Qian Jin Fang" is a bad Chinese pronunciation.

"Oh, you have also studied Chinese?" Constantine said in surprise, "Then you must have heard of Wushi San."

"You won't tell me that Qi trainers in ancient China were all magicians, right? Then they took medicine to survive the transformation at the end of life?" Harry said with a blank face.

"Hearing your tone, I think it's unbelievable?" Constantine asked suspiciously: "The ancients of the Celestial Dynasty practiced Qi cultivation and immortality, what else could it be if it wasn't magic?
In fact, the most mainstream meditation methods in the world today are all passed down from the ancient Chinese dynasty, especially the Tantric school, which is widely spread.

Throughout the ages, Nanda Peak in Tibet has always been a sacred place in the hearts of magicians. "

Although it sounded a bit weird, Harry felt that Constantine's words made sense.

Ms. Shiva also said last time that the Mount Everest in Tibet has the purest "spiritual energy" and is a holy place that all martial artists yearn for.

It's probably not a coincidence that martial arts masters and magicians both ran there.

"When will you come to my place to play? Bring the magic book about transformation on the deathbed." Harry said.

"I'm thinking about it, Gary (ps) said you're now a boss in Gotham?" Constantine asked curiously.

"Hey, isn't it because of the Crusaders? In order to clear the charges, and because there are dozens of gunmen around me to protect me at all times, there is nothing I can do!" Halle sighed.

Konstantin felt something was wrong with her words.

"Is it so easy to get gangsters in Gotham? In London, a big boss who controls a street is considered a master, and he is qualified to have afternoon tea with the councilors."

"Member?" Harley snorted lightly, and said lightly, "I can get the Mayor of Gotham to drink with you with a single phone call. Do you want to try?"

"Uh, no, no need." Constantine swallowed, and said dryly, "I heard that there are many archmages living in seclusion in Manhattan, and I want to visit them.

And Jersey City, where a teacher lived when I was a teenager.

He also gave me the book about transformation at the end of life.

Could you come to London to pick me up in an airship?
I am also a fan of Overwatch, and I really like the owl spaceship. "

Harry frowned and said, "Rich told you? He swore to me."

"I don't know about you two." Constantine said.

"Even if the British don't need a visa to come to the United States, you still have to go to the customs for entry registration, right? Go and fly by yourself, and I will reimburse you for the ticket."

After hanging up Constantine, Harry turned on the computer again and sent Rich a message.

"Ah, he only told him after your identity was exposed, isn't it a breach of oath?" Soon, Rich dialed Harry's cell phone.

"Be careful. At that time, it was said that it would be kept secret for one year. The secret not only includes my identity, but also the airship."

"No, what I said at the time was to help you keep it secret, it's just your identity." Rich said excitedly.

"I don't blame you, but" Harry sighed and changed the subject, "Konstantin is coming to Gotham, do you want to come too?"

Rich suppressed the uneasiness caused by the oath, and suggested: "How about sending a message in the chat group, so that everyone who is interested can come over and get together?"

"can."

Just after hanging up Richie's call, Harry was surprised to find that there were two missed calls on the phone, both of which were from the old Cammy's estate landline.

"Hello, Mr. Falcone, I was talking to someone just now"

"Harry, something happened to Copperpot."

Old Cammy told the story succinctly.

Fish escaped, Harry didn't care, and old Cammy was vaguely relieved, but he didn't care too much.

But they both forgot about Cobblepot the Penguin.

Before leaving Gotham, Fish called Maroney and revealed Penguin's identity as a double agent.

Just 10 minutes ago, old Kamai suddenly received a distress call from Penguin - Maroni was chasing him.

If old Kamai didn't send someone to rescue him immediately, he would probably be doomed.

Then old Cammy called Halle.

"It's okay to leave it to Sass, but I want you to go there yourself."

"Boss, I don't think it's necessary to save him."

Harry said in a deep voice: "I understand Cobbot's general experience. When Fish took him in as a teenager, just like you taught Fish carefully, Cobbot was by Fish's side, from a worthless punk to Fish umbrella boy.

The status is not high, but it is definitely a confidant.

But even though Fish raised him as a confidant, he resolutely betrayed Fish.

Just for the slightest chance of being in the top position.

Even if Fish fell at that time, as a little umbrella boy, he might be able to make further progress, but it would be impossible to replace him in the chaos.

But he did it anyway.

If it's just vicious and greedy, it's nothing, people like this are everywhere in Gotham.

But he's also very smart.

Just like a bet with you, he guessed it all.

Guess Jim Gordon won't kill him, guess you won't have a smooth sailing on the Arkham Project, guess Maroney even accepts him as a traitor to the Falcone family.

And Lisa, Boss Seth and I didn't feel anything at all, that guy noticed something strange at a glance, he was too cunning. "

"The white-eyed wolf is scary enough, but the white-eyed wolf has a very good brain. Boss, that kind of person is useless."

"Harry, you are very smart and alert, which is good, but you are not smart enough." Old Carmel said with a light smile: "It's not that Cobbot is ungrateful, it's just that Fish taught him the wrong way. .

Cobblepot craves respect, but at the Fishbone, he's been ridiculed all the time.

Believe me, a filial child can't be so bad. "

"Filial piety?" Harry was taken aback.

"Well, he has a mother. He loves his mother very, very much. Even a filial son is not too bad."

"Okay, I'll help you get him back," Harry said.

Old Cammy laughed again.

"It's not helping me. I asked you to save him personally, leaving you the opportunity to show great kindness."

"What use is his gratitude to me?" Harry asked amusedly.

Old Cammy said slowly: "I plan to hand over Fish's territory to him. When he comes back, the Falcone family will hold another meeting, and he will become a member of the family.

In this way, you who have saved his life will have a smart and capable supporter in the family. "

"Boss, you don't want me to be your successor, do you? I can't do it." Harry was moved with embarrassment.

She has not forgotten her undercover identity.

Sister Laurie can be said to have worked out her heart and soul, and she has already paved the way for her. In the future, it is not a luxury to ride the wind and waves, reach the sky in one step, and control the entire FBI.

If you really become the emperor of Gotham, the road will be narrowed.

"I think you're good, Harley, don't underestimate your potential." Old Cammy encouraged.

"Let's put this matter aside, I'm going to rescue Copperpot now." Harry said vaguely.

On the outskirts of Brooklyn, an abandoned car disposal station.

Scrapped cars piled up like a mountain, a two-story crane was parked nearby, and a 25-meter-long mechanical arm was raised high.

The hook hangs down, hanging a short man upside down.

The man's legs hung from hooks and his hands were bound from the roof of a dusty Honda.

"Buzz!" The crane roared, the jib rose slowly, and the short man's body elongated, and he let out a mournful howl.

"Oh, it hurts! Your Excellency Maroni, stop, I have something to say, it is very important, important enough to affect your future hegemony."

Maroni in the crane had already sworn that he would never be fooled by the little penguin's rhetoric.

But he was really curious as to why this bastard could affect his future.

The machine stopped, and although the penguin was straightened up, it was still howling in pain, but it was not in danger of being torn apart.

Maroni poked his head out of the car window and said with a sneer, "Are you going to say, let me let you go, and you go to Falcone to be my undercover agent?"

"If you need it, I will, and I swear to be loyal." The penguin screamed sharply.

"But that's not what I want to talk about. Your Excellency Maroni, do you know why your Excellency Falcone still failed miserably on the Arkham project even though I was an undercover agent by your side?"

"Why?" Maroney wondered.

If it wasn't for the penguin's reminder, he hasn't noticed this until now.

It has to be said that Penguin is very smart, and a single sentence attracted his attention.

"Because the big shots in Gotham think you can replace Falcone."

The Penguin tried his best to make his words attractive, but he didn't point out the key points all at once.

His voice was still sharp and painful, but his heart had calmed down.

Because he regained control of the situation.

——Maroni will definitely sneer next: There are people bigger than me in Gotham.

he thought.

"Who else in Gotham is bigger than me?" Maroney sneered.

Coppert smiled in his heart, his face still miserable and pitiful.

"Mr. Maroni, please recall, before the Wayne couple were killed, did you ever think about taking the land in Arkham?"

The further the topic went round and round, the longer the delay and the greater his hope of being rescued.

"If Martha hadn't been advocating the 'Arkham Asylum reconstruction plan' on the news every day during that time, I would not have realized that Arkham Island is such a big piece of fat." Maroney said honestly.

Penguin was speechless, how did this idiot get along with Falcone?

　(ps: Gary, the musician who went to Bali Street with Quantum Master to find Hari before. I used "Gary" earlier. I think Gary is easy to confuse with Quantum Master Rich, so I changed the translation. In fact, Guy Both Rui and Jiali have the same transliteration name.)
　　
　
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