I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 29 Harley in Action

Harry kicked thirteen feet and her ankles were sore before kicking open the soundproof oak door of the inner room.

Old Lady Teresa also dragged a table against the door.

Finally squeezed into the inner room, the old woman was like a loach, slipping into the bathroom
More importantly, there was actually a cordless phone in the bedroom, which she held in her hand.

Harry was so furious that he smashed the bathroom glass door with a swing of a baseball bat.

"Hey, no matter what you do or plan to do, now you're done."

The old woman, naked, like an eggplant that had been in the sun for two days, huddled in the empty bathtub and waved her wireless phone to Harry proudly.

"Hello, Mother Teresa? It's so late, what's the matter?" a night guard asked loudly on the other end of the phone.

In the eyes of Harry about to eat people, the old woman shouted: "Bring someone to save me, some people rebel!"

"Crack!" Harry sullenly took the phone away.

"Clap clap clap clap" Harley gave her a bunch of mouths.

"You dare to hit me?!" The old woman was dazed for a while, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and poked Harry with cold and terrifying eyes, "Little Splasher, you are dead, I swear, you are dead!"

Accidents happened frequently and the time was urgent. Harley didn't want to talk, so she let her howl and curse in the bathroom, and went back to the office to make a phone call.

"Hey, Jessica, it's me, Harry, don't talk, listen to me, St. John's Abbey is a haunted cave."

Harry's small mouth was like a machine gun, chug and chug, speaking very fast, and explained the matter here very concisely.

"Think of a way to help me."

"Hey Harvey, it's me, Halle. Don't call 'Jesus', I know it's late, but it's a special situation right now"

Repeating what she said to Jessica earlier, she asked, "What do you think I should do?"

On the other end of the phone, Harvey didn't answer immediately, but turned on the light, walked around the bedroom a few times, and then said solemnly: "This matter has too much impact, I'm afraid you don't know, Mother Teresa and Archbishop Marvin are Brother and sister.

Archbishop Marvin is not the bishop of a certain community, but the patriarch of the entire Gotham, the entire state of New York. "

"The Crusaders of the Holy Land and the Tongue of Fire, do you understand?" Harry reached into his pocket with his left hand and clenched the big cross.

She cares more about organizations with extraordinary powers than mortal archbishops.

"The Crusaders of the Holy Land are a church organization, right? Their headquarters seems to be in Europe, the United Kingdom? I haven't been in contact with it, and I don't know much about it. It's the first time I've heard of Flame Tongue." Harvey Dent said.

He has never even heard of Tongue of Fire, and he certainly does not understand the transcendent Great Cross.

"Harvey, you are my personal lawyer. Now, it's your turn to advise me," said Harley.

In the US, personal lawyers are sometimes more reliable than friends.

In addition to a relatively high degree of credit - very few private lawyers betray their employers, they also know the laws of the United States best and know how to help employers avoid and solve troubles.

"Did you kill someone?" Harvey asked.

"should not."

"Should. I get it, you didn't over-defense, didn't manslaughter, didn't kill on purpose, that's fine." Harvey sighed in relief.

"Have you called the police?" he asked again.

"of course not."

"Very good!" Harvey praised again.

"The police can't be trusted! You have to make sure now that the evidence in your favor is in your hands before the police arrive, preferably in my hands right away," he said.

"What evidence do I need?" Harry asked.

"It's nothing more than human and material evidence, such as witnesses, you have to make sure that your legal actions are seen by others, and your illegal actions are not seen.

Photos, videos, and audio recordings are all high-quality evidence. Clothing, blood, essence, and weapons also need to be collected. "

"He tried to rape and raped, and it's a dead night!" Harry said with a dark face.

"That's not the point." Harvey on the other end of the phone frowned. "Now, my phone has the recording function turned on. Since you controlled the situation with your bravery, are you sure?"

His tone was a little awkward.

"Of course, why would I lie at a time like this? But now there is an accident.

I was going to make a quick call and go downstairs to take control of the situation so that I would have all night.

Can't do that now, maybe I'll have to stick around for help. ' said Harry.

"Well" Harvey frowned: "Since you have temporarily controlled them, hurry up and do something smart about the evidence. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Probably understand." Harry's eyes lit up, seeing the dawn of a glimmer of victory.

The annual fee of three thousand dollars is not in vain.

"Harvey, can you come over immediately? Don't let those cops hurt me," Harry said.

"It's too far. It's dawn when I arrive. Besides, I don't have any connections in Jersey City. If the police are really daring and hurt you, they won't mind wasting an extra bullet." Harvey said helplessly.

"Then what should I do?" Harry asked anxiously.

Harvey pondered for a moment and said, "Do you have any police officers you trust? Or, which of your friends can influence the top of the police department?"

"I don't quite understand," Harry said.

"If the Gotham Police Department is involved in this case, even if no one arrives for a while, the Jersey City police will have some scruples - the monastery is no longer something they can cover up.

And if you are a Gotham native, or the Gotham Children's Rescue Center arranged for you, the Gotham police are fully qualified to intervene in your case.

But Gotham's police are even less credible.

In order to prevent them from complicity and taking black money from the same employer, you have to have someone you trust, the kind that cannot be bought. ' said Harvey Dante.

Harry immediately said, "Jim Gordon should be trusted."

Even if she can't remember the details of the "Batman" trilogy, she will never be mistaken about the good character of Director Gordon.

She was not sure that this Gordon was Peter Gordon before, but there was only one Bruce Wayne, and the Jim Gordon he befriended must be that Jim Gordon.

"Hero cop Jim Gordon." Harvey frowned. "It seems that he caught your father, right? He also earned the title of 'Hero Police' in the media."

He had never heard of this person before, but the case of the Wayne couple was too sensational, and Harvey had seen countless photos and introductions of the "hero police detective" on TV and newspapers.

"I can only trust him." Harry said helplessly.

"Okay, you call him immediately."

"I don't know his phone number," Harry said.

"I'm not familiar with him either, or wait, I'll call my friend at the police station?" Harvey said.

Harry moved in his heart, shook his head and said, "No, I'll figure it out myself."

Harry came to the dean's desk, turned off the wireless phone in his hand, ended the communication with Harvey, and began to dial the number of Wayne Manor.

——Bruce, I still want you to be a tool at this time. I am sorry, but the background of the monastery is too strong, so I have to pull a big guy to attract the attention of the other big guy.

At the same time, she stretched out her free hand, picked up the wired phone on the desk, put it aside, and reconnected to Harvey's phone.

No one answered the "dududu" mobile phone, Harry glanced around the table, found a pencil, and pulled the small eraser off the cap.

Then, she took a knife to slice the eraser, and carefully inserted the small eraser into the gap of the hang up button on the landline.
When she was done, she put the wired phone on the desk back.

"Harvey, can you hear me?" she asked into the "automatic hang up" phone.

"Ok." Harvey's faint voice came through the receiver.

"OK, from now on, just listen and don't talk on your side."

[-]% of the monastery's phone bill this month will break the table, but that's none of her business.

"Hello?" A tired, weak voice came from the other end of the cordless phone.

Harry was startled, "Bruce? You haven't slept yet, what about Alfred?"

She was calling from the manor's living room, not the young master's personal mobile phone.

"Harry, is that you, Harry?" The young master on the opposite side was obviously even more surprised.

"It's me, I'm having some trouble here"

Harley had repeated the same words twice, and this time it only took half a minute to roughly explain the situation on her side.

"This, how is this possible?" The young master simply collapsed.

He, who has been living in the holy light of heaven, can't imagine that reality can be so dark.

Not to mention the young master, even Harley, who has been a human being in two lives and consciously understands the world, feels that what she has experienced is very magical.

"I didn't ask you for help." She said shamelessly before asking about Jim Gordon's home phone number.

As expected of Gordon's good friend, he knows both mobile phones and home landlines.

Harry called the landline first.

"Hey, this is Barbara." Soon, a gasping female voice came from the opposite side.

The voice seemed to be stuffed with Marilyn Monroe's saliva, sweet and sexy.

Another Barbara, which surprised Harry a little, but didn't forget the business, "I'm looking for Jim Gordon, I want to call the police, there is a big case."

Barbara on the opposite side seemed to cover the microphone, and her voice was weak and incomprehensible: "I'm looking for you, a young woman may be a girl, saying that there is a big case."

"Hello? I'm Jim Gordon, tell me, you're not calling the fake police, are you kidding?" Gordon's words were a little angry.

"Is this what the police should say? Shouldn't you want me to call the false police and save one tragedy in the world?" Harry said unhappily.

"You, your voice is a little familiar."

"It's me, Harley Quinn," said Harley.

"Oh, what's the trouble with you?" Gordon said in a more serious tone.

Barbara
"I'll come over immediately, wait for me."

Before Halle had finished speaking, Gordon started getting dressed.

"Uh, are you coming over now?" Harry was stunned.

Although this was exactly what she hoped, she thought she would have to talk a lot, and then the other party reluctantly
"Of course, I'm a policeman. Your situation is critical, and you can't delay for a moment."

She also heard the sound of Gordon wearing leather shoes, and the woman named Barbara complained.

"What should I do?" Harry was a little moved.

"Protect yourself, try to delay the time, and wait for me to arrive." At the end, Gordon finally asked, with a little hesitation, "You're not kidding, are you?"

Harry didn't say anything, just walked a few steps into the inner room and pointed the phone to the bathroom.

The curses and threats of the old witch were passed on to the other side without fail.

"OK, I'll set off right away. If there is another change, call me immediately. My cell phone number is—"

"I know. I got your phone number and cell phone number from Bruce Wayne."

"Harry, next, don't worry, don't worry, you'll be fine, I promise!" Gordon said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)