I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 155 Old Kamei's Business Experience

"Hey, Boss Maroney, what do you say now?"

Harley rode on the Yamaha and let the bullets fly and land on her body. She only looked at the strong man covering his face and howling, and shouted with a smile.

"Kill her, kill this little splasher!" Maroni shrank into the cab and shouted angrily.

Harry shrugged, and with a neat backflip, landed a few steps away.

The locomotive was unsupported and fell to the ground.

“Da da da da”

Dozens of long guns and short guns fired at her together.

The miniature missiles are thick and long carrots, filled with high explosives, which are definitely more powerful than grenades, but they are only four or five times stronger. Five missiles killed less than 15 gunmen.

They had seen missiles blow up the door before, so they naturally spread it wide.

At this moment, there were more than 30 gunmen left, shooting at Halle frantically from all directions.

Harry just stood there with his head tilted, a baseball bat on his shoulder, and his feet were irregular.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi"

Bullets tore holes in her outer windbreaker, and rags flew, revealing the matte black armor underneath.

GRE carbon nano-modular bulletproof armor.

"Shit! No wonder you're so fresh, it turns out you came prepared."

The penguin who was hanging upside down heaved a sigh of relief, but felt depressed at the same time.

He recalled the previous conversation with Maroni: Maroni praised him for being smart, he despised Maroni for being stupid in his heart, but praised him for being strong and capable of fighting.

But now, someone who is super capable and smart appears in front of him and makes him feel inferior.

"Gu dong gu dong!"

The bubbling speed of the Sea Consciousness Experience Jar became slower and slower, and finally stopped, with a total increase of less than one-tenth level.

After hundreds of bullets, level 27-28 only increased by one-tenth.

"Hey, ordinary people are little leeks. Everyone has limited experience points that can be taken away, and it is gradually difficult to meet the needs of high-level upgrades."

Just like Novice Village, even if the experience of each mob remains the same, after the player's level increases, the leveling up is painfully slow.

Sighing secretly, Harry rushed into the group of gunmen head-on, swinging a baseball bat in his hand.

The head, like a well-ripe unicorn watermelon, was flicked open, and the corpse flew upside down for two or three meters with the remaining strength (ps).

The next person subconsciously raised his arm to block, and the heavenly silver baseball bat was unstoppable, as if breaking a section of sugarcane.

"Crack!" The broken bone poked out the flesh, and the strong man failed to groan, and received another punch in the throat.

With loud noises in his mouth, he fell to the ground and twitched a few times, and gradually became silent.

And then the next one.
"Throw away the gun, use the grenade, don't hide, go together, hug her, trap her!"

Seeing Harry entering the flock like a tiger and killing his little brothers, Maroney was furious and shouted hysterically.

It is true that some people threw grenades, but few of them rushed forward and tried to fight Harry.

Especially the few gunmen who looked hesitant and ran slowly. After being killed by the grenade of their brothers, the rest of them almost ran wild and completely lost their attacking formation.

"Hahahaha, a bunch of cowards!"

Harley, soaked in blood, stood on the spot and laughed three times, then took a step forward and charged towards the crane.

"Don't come here, I'll kill Cobbot!" Maroney yelled while hiding in the cab with his face twisted.

"Don't!" Penguin's voice was sharp, like crying and laughing, "Don't hurt Lord Maroni, sister Halle, killing him will cause a big scuffle between the two families!"

Penguin was so sensible that Maroney's right hand on the hoist switch hesitated.

A front flip, landing on the wide track.

Jumping from the spot, holding the pedal next to the car door, using only the strength of one arm, he jumped two meters high out of thin air, and his feet stepped on the iron plate with a "dang" sound, standing in front of the cab door .

Knocking on the glass window, Harry asked with a smile, "Now, who has the final say here?"

Maroni's complexion changed, he squeezed out a dry smile, and said, "Sister Halle, just for a title, why bother!"

The word "Miss Halle" represented his attitude.

"That's right!"

Harry leaned against the door, pointed at the penguin and said, "Let's pretend that today's battle never happened, and you were not injured anyway."

Maroni covered his mouth, which was still dripping with blood, with half of his front teeth missing, and remained silent.

Harry glanced at him, saw that he did not refute, and then continued: "I will take him away, and His Excellency Falcone will give you an explanation in two days, OK?"

"OK!" Maroni breathed a sigh of relief with this obvious negotiating attitude.

Subconsciously touched his forehead, his hands were sweaty.

Obviously the cab is air-conditioned.
"Since you didn't intend to kill him in the first place, why bother to provoke a conflict?" Coppert raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, with a complicated tone.

The tires and fuel tank of the Yamaha were punctured. Although it did not explode, it could not be driven.

Halle left the motorcycle there and drove off Maroney's Audi.

Penguin was driving, and she was sitting in the back seat, looking at the roadside scenery leisurely by the window.

"The conflict I provoked? You have a problem with your eyes." Harry said angrily.

"He just verbally—"

Harry raised his hand to interrupt him, and said calmly: "When I first arrived, I called Maroni Your Excellency, and I didn't have an automatic weapon on me, so it can be said that I gave him enough face.

It turned out he didn't respect me.

I used his convincing way to win eternal respect, it's that simple. "

"I really envy you, if I were as strong as you." Coppert revealed his true feelings, and a look of jealousy appeared on his face.

"Individual strength is not innate. I have achieved what I have today, all thanks to hard work." Ha Li smiled lightly.

It's almost level 28, she has to hurry up and find high energy for the level 30 feat.

The envy on Copperpot's face turned into admiration.

"I also heard about your deeds in the fighting arena. Every morning and evening, there are twenty or thirty big men, in groups of four, to help you beat your body.

I also practice in the morning and afternoon, and I will meet the challenges of boxers from all walks of life in the evening.

It's really hard for ordinary people to have your perseverance and will. "

Complacent, Harry waved his hands indifferently on his face and asked, "What's the matter with you, didn't you hear the news of Fish's absconding?"

"No one told me she ran away." Cobblepot was excited and aggrieved.

"Since you were caught by Maroney without warning, how could you call Cammy?" Harry asked again.

"Being by Maroni's side for more than half a year, I quietly bought a few unknown confidantes. I told them earlier that if something happened to me, I would call His Excellency Falcone immediately."

The complacency on Cobblepot's face disappeared, and he said angrily, "It's a pity that you killed them all in the previous battle."

Harry ignored his accusation, and only asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that they will reveal your identity?"

"Hey, I specially select great guys who value their families. In addition to using a lot of money to buy them, I also send their family information to His Excellency Falcone in advance and let them know about it."

Coppert tilted his mouth and let out a goose-like laugh.

"That's right, a very clever and practical trick." Harry squinted his eyes and nodded.

You just pray that no one will use the same method to deal with you in the future. Listen to old Kamai, you are also a filial son?

Although Coppert was sweating profusely and was covered in dirt, and even though Harry was wearing armor, and there were faint blood stains on the surface of the armor, the two of them went straight to the Falcone Manor without dressing up.

Old Cammy was very leisurely, didn't ask any questions, let Coppert take a bath first, and had a physical examination by the family doctor, and Harley also took off the armor.

"Boss, why don't you kill Maroni directly?" She asked directly.

"I told you once, why don't you take revenge on Chief Kebu and Attorney Donald, remember?" the old man said slowly.

When she was alone and alone, even if she reached a settlement with the Crusaders, Harley did not take action against the "big enemies" Loeb and Donald.

Wait for old Cammy to accept her into the family.

Halle once asked him: Can you get rid of the chief of police and the chief of the prosecutor's office.

The old man dissuaded her.

Recalling the past, Harley said: "The law enforcement system is like a weapon, it has its own place in Gotham, and even if it is vacant for a while, it will be filled immediately.

Loeb and Donald, have no personal grudge against me, only obey the master.

And now that I'm one of the masters, it would be unwise to destroy my own weapons.

Moreover, they are still high-quality weapons that have been cultivated and reached a tacit understanding for decades.

Destroying them can temporarily vent their hatred, but the next director and chief prosecutor is likely to parachute into Gotham from other places.

Not to mention that it's hard to get a handle, they will still be resentful and afraid of me because of the death of their predecessor. "

The old man said leisurely: "The ruler should not easily destroy the cornerstone of his rule, unless you have prepared a better substitute in advance.

Like Loeb and Donald, I'm not telling you never to get your revenge on them.

You have to have a backup plan.

For example, you determine their successors in advance and have the handle to make them obey.

Revenge is one of life's greatest pleasures.

To put it bluntly, it is for refreshment, not to get yourself into bigger troubles and anxiety.

When my eldest son and brother were assassinated, I still discussed business with the enemy at the same table, but I did not forget the hatred. After I found someone who could replace them, I sent them to hell neatly. "

Speaking of this, he took a deep look at Harry, "Maroney is the one who will replace them!"

"Maroney is your man?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He was the one I selected and secretly supported. But he always thought that he was my enemy, and his thinking was exactly what I needed."

"This..." Harry's expression was shocked, "I create an opponent for myself, just to avoid the situation where the dominant family is suppressed?"

"Only one side"

Old Cammy pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment before saying: "The Kingdom of Falcone can survive in Gotham because the big shots above require us to do things that they cannot or are not easy to do.

But I'm not omnipotent, and there are things I can't and don't want to do.

For example, Du Ping.

I'd rather have it wiped off the face of the earth, but is it possible?
In the early years, I didn't touch it, and I didn't care about Du Ping's business in Gotham.

Then a few cross-river dragons rushed into Gotham, relying on Du Ping's high profit strength, they skyrocketed and grew into sitting tigers, even rampant enough to force me to cooperate with them.

At that time I mastered the warehousing and logistics industry in Gotham.

I disagree, my eldest son was killed immediately and I was also seriously injured.

I lay on the sickbed and thought carefully about what I did wrong.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I took the initiative to compromise with them.

Then I searched in Gotham, and I settled on Maroni, who is Italian.

He is strong, bold, ambitious, and traditional, and has a certain degree of overlap with my values.

With my secret help, he rose rapidly, making those du kings no longer indispensable.

Then, I took revenge heartily, and Maroni followed behind to pick up the bargain, and quickly unified Gotham Duping's business.

From now on, I don't have to worry about the troubles of foreign hawks, it's all Maroni's business.

In addition to drugs, there are many businesses that are essential in Gotham, but I don't want to do them.

Give it all to Maroney.

Ten years ago, he was the most common robber in Gotham.

Ten years later, he is my equal.

The big shots are singing and dancing in the sun, the Falcone family manages Gotham's gray industry, and Maroni is happy to bloom in the dark swamp.

We are all essential.

unless a replacement is found.

Or, you don't mind losing your humanity completely and dabbling in those black industries, or don't kill Maroney. "

At this time, Cobbot limped in, and the old godfather immediately stopped talking and changed another topic.

　(ps: Adding the tears of the holy spirit, the "repentance stick" in full form, can't kill people. At this time, Harley only uses a pure heaven silver baseball bat, which is extremely tough and has the attribute of breaking demons, but it has no repentance effect. It can kill people. It even has a damage bonus. Just like an angel's sword, it can kill a living person.)
　　
　
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