I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 30
"Captain Hercules Dogg is going to strengthen me tonight, did you know that?"

It took 10 minutes from kicking open the door of the dean's office to completing the layout. At this time, Harley held back his nausea and slipped the old woman Teresa into the living room.

In addition to the desk phone stuck with the hang-up button, the cordless phone with the landline in the bedroom was also quietly opened by her and placed on the coffee table beside the sofa.

Maybe arrogant and domineering.

Maybe she, who has always been strong, has difficulty accepting the fact that Chi Guoguo is kneeling in front of an orphan.

Perhaps, she is confident, because the guards will come quickly after being notified.

Maybe she's too old and rigid to think that Harley can play such "modern" cleverness.

Maybe all of the above reasons.

In short, in the face of Harry's inquiry, Dean Teresa did not quibble at all, but sneered and sneered: "This is my site, what is there that I don't know?

Originally, I was against taking action against you, but now.
Well, I swear, by tomorrow, you'll even regret not serving him properly.

It's better to be slapped by him than to be a urinal. "

"Yes, I'm going to make you a urinal!" she threatened through gritted teeth.

Harry looked sullen, "Hercules has been beaten down by my baseball bat, now I call the shots here!"

"You lie!" the old woman shouted sharply like a pinched rooster. "You can't beat Hercules, and no mortal will be his opponent."

"If I don't mess with him, how can I sit here in peace?" Harry said lightly.

Saying that, she took out the big cross from her pocket and shook it.

"The key to the sky?! Impossible, this is impossible, no one can defeat the holy warrior." The old woman shook her head again and again, her expression horrified and at a loss.

Harry hurriedly asked: "What is the key to the sky and how to activate it? What about the Paladins, the Crusaders of the Holy Land and the Tongue of Fire?"

The old woman was silent.

"Are you sacrificing Satan? The Tongue of Fire is a demon, and the Holy Land Crusade is a cult?" Harry deliberately provoked and provoked her.

"Blame! Blasphemy!" The old woman jumped like a cat with blown fur, and threw her teeth and claws at Harry.

Harry looked pale, picked up the baseball bat, and passed it forward.

"Boom!" The stick's head rested on her shriveled hot-water bottle-like belly, and the old woman stepped back.

"Blame? You are blasphemy. This is a monastery, where you worship God, but you call God in your mouth and worship demons in secret." Harley scolded.

"You little bastard, dare to blaspheme God's right and left hands - the tongue of fire?" The old woman raised her hands, looked up at the sky, and shouted excitedly: "Send the punishment of God, the great tongue of flame, burn this blasphemy to death. The sinner of words!"

At this moment, a flashlight flashed across the window.

"Mother Teresa, what's wrong with you?" a man shouted from below.

It was a little farther away, the sound was not too loud, and the old woman was going crazy again and couldn't hear it.

Harry hurriedly picked up a pair of underwear and pants from a pile of clothes on the ground, stepped forward, stuffed it into the old woman's mouth, then hid sideways behind the window, and pulled the curtains open a gap.
Night guards, but only one!
She breathed a sigh of relief.

It is no wonder that the monastery has been comfortable for too long, and the incident of the "orphan" raiding the dean's bedroom has never happened before today.

"Let him go, if you dare to play tricks, I will destroy you." Harry put the pencil sharpener against the old woman's neck, and the traces of blood had already seeped out.

The old woman looked terrified and nodded lightly.

She screamed, "Robert, help—woo—"

"Grass, are you really going to die?" Harry was furious, wishing he could really stab her to death.

But she can't, because the "live broadcast" is going on right now!

"Hey, Robert, something happened here, Hercules is dead!" Another accident happened on the first floor, and a teacher "betrayed" Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and had only one option left: take the old woman hostage.

She is Archbishop Marvin's sister!

Looking around the hall, Harry closed the door first, and then dragged the two-meter-high bookshelf over to the top.

Next, push the long sofa behind the bookshelf.

"Hey, Benson wake up!" Harry brought a glass of water and poured it on the face of "The Farmer's Son".

Two red fruit juveniles, the courtyard grass Jack had his arm broken and fainted; Benson, who wanted to be the son of the farmer, was put on the second dick by Harley with a baseball bat. .

"I" Benson woke up in a daze, and the previous memories came back to his mind. He clutched his cock and pleaded in horror: "Harry, don't hurt me, I never thought of hurting you."

"Move Jack to the sofa." Harry lifted his chin.

Benson crossed his legs and performed the task awkwardly.

"You also sit up and hold the door firmly," Harry said.

"Can you put on clothes?" Benson said, covering his dick.

"No, you were also part of the crime scene and were inspected by the police in a 'natural' manner."

"What are you trying to do, call the police? It's crazy." Benson stared.

"I want a revolution!" Harry said sternly: "Could it be nice to lick the old woman's buttocks, you are completely willing?"

"I" he wanted to deny, but the gruesome Mother Teresa was beside her.

"Benson, you and I are natural allies. Only by overthrowing the corrupt and depraved rule of the monastery can we regain our freedom, for freedom!" Harley was righteous.

"But." Benson hesitated.

Harry scolded: "No but. You are still not American, don't you even love freedom?"

"Harry, trust me, it's not going to end well against Mammy," Benson said sullenly.

Harry moved in his heart and said, "This monastery has dealt with people like me? How?"

Benson glanced at the old mama and remained silent.

The old woman sneered again and again, "Tell her, Benson, tell her everything you know, and let her understand her destiny."

"I remember that in the first two months, there was a boy named Dot, he."

Benson's voice was low and dead silent, and he babbled without repetition. After talking for a full 10 minutes, the sound of intensive footsteps came from the aisle outside.

He didn't speak.

"Hahahaha." The old woman laughed happily.

Harry also smirked inwardly, and these words were passed through the two telephone receivers without fail to the ears of Jim Gordon and Harvey Dante.

Harvey is still recording and will someday be replayed in court and even on TV.

"Is what he said true?" She trembled with a frightened expression on purpose.

"Really? Yes, every word he said is true, but all the words added up are only a small part of the truth. The more terrifying truth, you will experience it yourself." Teresa said proudly.

"Boom bang bang—" The guards outside started banging on the door.

"Open the door, Harley Quinn, come out and surrender, you have no other choice!"

"No, I have! Dean Teresa is in my hands. If you dare to break the door, I will kill her." Harry said.

The slamming of the door stopped, and it was much quieter outside, and they could vaguely hear them discussing in low voices.

"Harry, my child, you dare not kill. Good boy, open the door and let Mother Teresa go, everything tonight is a misunderstanding.

Go back to sleep and we will arrange a good family for you tomorrow.

You go to Gotham and continue to be a smile queen, play tennis, participate in parties, and get a lot of attention. ' a man said softly.

Harry heard that it was Bishop Peter, who presided over the Eucharist.

Every church has a priest who presides over the liturgy, similar to the presiding officer of a temple.If he also oversees the affairs of a parish—even if it’s just a street—the priest can be called a bishop.

St. John's Abbey has a church and, of course, a bishop.

The bishop manages the monks and presides over various ceremonies, while the dean is mainly responsible for raising orphans and training nuns.

The two perform their own duties and have similar positions in the church.

"Ow~~~~" Responding to Bishop Peter was a mournful wailing from Teresa.

"Oh, no!" Benson was also shouting, terrified.

"What have you done?" Bishop Peter was furious.

"It's nothing, just cut her wrist." Harry smiled.

"You are a devil!" said Bishop Peter sharply.

"No, I'm an angel, the vengeful spirit of God, and I'm going to cleanse Satan believers in priestly robes.

Peter, kneel down and confess to me! ' Harry shouted sharply.

"Bold, blasphemous!" Bishop Peter was furious.

"Don't deny it, Mother Teresa has confessed to me. You and Hercules the One-Eyed Dragon are on the same page.

"Bullshit, I don't like women at all—damn, knock the door open for me!" The Bishop was a little exasperated.

"It turned out to be an old fart, an eye!" Harry slashed Teresa's arm again.

"Aw no!!!" Teresa was really scared now, "Stop, Peter, she's a lunatic, a devil, she's really going to kill me."

She held her wrist tightly with her woolen sweater, and shouted hysterically, "Robert, Camp, you must not knock on the door again."

After a while of scolding outside, he stopped again.

Harry also remained silent, quietly listening to the voices coming from outside the door.

"What did the police say?" asked Bishop Peter.

"Sheriff Dicko told me that there were more than 911 calls to 20 tonight, but none of them were from the monastery," one man replied.

Fake, do you want to be so dark that even the sheriff can be bought off? !
Harry cursed inwardly.

Uncle Sam's policeman and Datianchao's policeman are completely different professions.

"Is she lying to us?" Bishop Peter asked suspiciously.

"No, that's not right. You go and ask Chief Luo layout again. She is from Gotham, and she is probably from Gotham police." Bishop Peter responded very quickly.

"However, our 911 calls can only be made in Jersey City." The man wondered.

"Idiot, you must call 911 to find the police? She may remember the number of Gotham Police Department, maybe she knows a certain police officer." Bishop Peter cursed.

"Master Bishop, don't worry, Chief Luo layout will help us get everything done." Someone comforted in a relaxed tone.

Harry covered her little head, unable to scold her mother.

Lob is the police chief of Gotham, the boss of all police officers! !
Can Gordon hold up?
She began to doubt.

(End of this chapter)