I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 834 Exorcism Daily
"Hey, old Tess, don't you read the news?"

Curry impatiently took out his mobile phone and played Louise's special series again, "Louis Lane, the famous writer of the universe, do you still doubt her words?"

"I don't doubt it, but I'm not afraid of people under the sea. Even if they come ashore and rush into my bar, I won't leave."

"Old Cousin, are you serious?"

Curry's eyes flickered fiercely.

Old Tess sensed a dangerous aura from him, and gritted her teeth: "I believe in Admiral Galaxy, she can turn the dirty, poor, and dangerous Staten Island into a safe and wealthy metropolis, and she can protect my brother countless times. Tan, protect the people of the earth, and you can still protect me this time."

"Hey, Admiral Galaxy may be able to calm the sea people, but you want to scare me with her, but it's just a dream!"

Curry saw the old woman's little trick, stepped forward and slapped her down, proving that he was not intimidated.

"Do you want to sign?"

"No, not for sale"

Old Tess was a little confused by the beating, but when she saw her husband who was anxious to help her but could only do futile work, her tone was as firm as iron again.

"Bang bang bang!" Curry kicked and kicked, until the old woman vomited blood.

The undead bartender next to him screamed and bit at him, but it was useless like a breeze blowing on his face.

It's not a ghost. At least not yet.

Only evil spirits can harm the living.

"Boss, everyone saw us coming in." Little Black Ron stepped forward to hold him back and advised, "BOSS's 'Beach Home' project is very eye-catching, if there is a life lawsuit, it will easily attract the attention of the media .

Now is not more than ten years ago.

When Admiral Yinhe was the mayor, he washed the GCPD four times, and once a year he campaigned against discipline. Even though the discipline has become formalistic again, the GCPD will at least keep an eye on the murder case. .

Especially that Jim Gordon, known as 'Hell Detective'.

It is said that he can communicate with the dead, has a ruthless face, and has repeatedly solved strange cases. "

"My dad inherited the McGee family legacy, Sturgeon McGee, and still afraid of a mere police inspector?"

Curry yelled, tugging at the sturgeon embroidery on the chest of his suit.

"Hey, Jim Gordon is hard to deal with, he can summon Batman." Huang Mao said.

"That's right, everyone in Gotham knows that Gordon controls the Bat Light." Another big black man nodded.

"Are you afraid of Batman? He is just an ordinary person, and he may not be able to beat my father." Curry said disdainfully.

The younger brothers disagreed in their hearts, but nodded repeatedly on their faces.

"Jim Gordon also knows Admiral Galaxy. The two have known each other for more than ten years." Little Black Ron said.

"We met more than ten years ago, not acquainted with each other for more than ten years. I know the visitor list of Quinn Manor very well. Jim Gordon is not among the regular visitors."

Curry squatted down, grinned grinningly and said to the howling old woman on the ground: "Besides, Hellcatcher is not a hundred-tested man, there are no secrets in the upper echelons of Gotham, and we know his secrets—dead people need relatively complete corpses to communicate.

I have a thousand ways, old Tess, to make your death incomplete.Sell ​​the bar immediately if you don't want to try it yourself. "

"It can't be sold." Old Tess's voice was weak, but her tone was as firm as before.

Curry whispered some instructions to the younger brother with a sullen face, and Xiao Hei and Jin Mao ran out quickly, brought in two barrels of gasoline, and started pouring them on the counter and dining table.

Old Tess shuddered when she smelled gasoline, woke up with a start, and screamed: "You will be punished. This is Order Street. Everyone saw you entering my bar."

"You're right, so I'm leaving now, and we're all going to leave. The fire will be lit in 10 minutes because you're in a bad mood, you're old, you made a mistake, you ignited the gas," Curry chuckled.

"Devil, devil, you are a devil, Mayor Quinn will not let you go, your father tells everyone that he has served the Emperor of Gotham, but I know she ordered you not to allow her territory to run amok, cough cough."

Old Tess is not a 'social person', but she runs a small bar and is destined to deal with many social people. Naturally, she knows about Harley's rectification of the "Quinn family".

However, O'Neill McGee was only the younger brother of a member of the Quinn family back then, and now he has been separated to work alone.

"Hahaha, Mayor Quinn? It's all old calendars from hundreds of years ago, you should beg Batman." Curry laughed.

Old Tess immediately said: "Yes, there is also Batman. Bat monitors the entire Gotham. You and your father will be sent to Blackgate Prison by him."

"Batman knows the law and does things according to the law. I didn't pour the gasoline or light the fire. How could he send me to Blackgate Prison?" Curry patted the old Tess on the face and said coldly: "Finally Let me ask you once, will you sell it or not?"

"Do not."

Curry is gone.

I took my eight younger brothers to leave Order Street and went to the nightclub on the next street to have a happy night. In the middle of the night, old Tess’s house caught fire. The fire was so intense that a small red brick building was burnt to ruins.

Hellcatcher Jim Gordon did arrive immediately.

It's a pity that old Tess only had a few wreckage left, and couldn't insert the devil's horn into her mouth.

He also investigated Curry, but the other party had too much alibi.

"Hey, Superintendent Gordon, why are you free today, come to my place?"

O'Neill threw a cigar in front of the visiting 'Hellcatcher'.

Gordon raised his right hand, the index finger and middle finger caught the cigar flying in the air just right, and then shook his wrist lightly, the Cuban handmade cigar flew back to the spacious boss's desk again.

Scroll gently on the desktop.

"O'Neal, I know exactly what you did."

Gordon propped his hands on the table and leaned forward. There seemed to be an ominous scarlet flash in his sharp eyes that were hidden by the shadow under the wide-brimmed hat.

"I'm very confused. What do you want to do now? You can't let me take the initiative to plead guilty, right? Hahaha." O'Neill smiled relaxedly, with some complacency.

Dealing with these people who uphold the law and justice, whether it is the police or the vigilante, is very easy - stand on the shore, don't end up in person, no matter how big things are, you can't touch yourself.

"I've been to Medal Street. Although Old Tess's bar was burnt down, it was filled with a horrible resentment I've never seen O'Neill. If I were you, I would choose to surrender." Gordon said in a cold voice.

O'Neill stopped smoking the cigar, exhaled half a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

Gordon hesitated instead.

"Gordon, even in the face of a criminal suspect, the police should try their best to protect his safety, right?" O'Neill laughed.

Gordon said coldly: "The police can only protect the living from harm to the living. That's all for you to do."

That night, when Fitch was urinating in the toilet, Wei Li used a powerful revolver to pierce his fart drum from behind.

Then, Wei Li smiled strangely at Kemp beside him, pointed a gun at his chin, "Boom!"

The next morning, the big Adams nicknamed 'Giant' was found tragically dead on his bed, while the smaller Sandy lay in his open chest.

Sandy suffocates to death.

"Damn it, you're probably entangled in dirty things."

O'Neill responded in a timely manner. He called his son and the remaining brothers who participated in the "Medal Street Arson Incident" to him that morning, and tied their hands and feet to prevent them from harming themselves or others.

"Father, what are you doing?" Curry asked blankly.

"Fitch, Willy, Adams, and Sandy all followed you to acquire the 'Star Bar'." O'Neill said with a gloomy expression.

"So?" Curry still didn't understand.

O'Neill looked around. This was in a spacious conference room. His son and his four younger brothers were handcuffed and locked on chairs. There were two burly men behind each chair to prevent them from struggling.

The curtains are drawn, and sunlight fills the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was no darkness in the room at this time.

O'Neill's voice was gloomy and deep, "You are probably being followed by the ghost of old Tess."

Curry twitched a few times, forced a smile and said, "Father, are you joking? Maybe they flew too high."

"Fuck the shit, the cops did autopsies on them. Hellcatcher Jim Gordon reminded me"

O'Neill told him about Gordon meeting him and warning him.

Curry looked around with a white face, "Jim Gordon is bluffing you, he is a policeman, not an exorcist."

"You guys just stay here for a few days, I'll try to find an exorcist." O'Neill didn't allow them to refute.

Back in the office, he called "Military Adviser" Tom, a top law student with gold glasses and a famous lawyer in Gotham, in a irritated mood.

"Help me find out who in Gotham is best at exorcism."

"Of course Admiral Galactic." Tom blurted out without thinking.

"She" O'Neill hesitated.

Tom thought he didn't understand, so he explained: "The admiral of the galaxy is not short of money, exorcism is probably her hobby, common people, wealthy politicians, as long as they ask her, they will generally agree.

For ordinary people, not only does she not collect money, but she also gives money to the victims to buy medicine to replenish their health. "

"But her success rate is not high." O'Neill sighed.

He hesitated, not because he didn't know about 'Sister Harley', but because the upper-class people knew more about the inside story than ordinary people.

"How do you say that?" Tom asked in surprise.

"Exorcism also has classifications, demon possession and evil spirit possession. Harley Quinn is good at expelling demons, but not good at dealing with evil spirits." O'Neill took a puff on his cigar and asked, "Who else is there besides her?"

Tom didn't know much about the market in the exorcism world at first, but he had been notified by the BOSS earlier, and he had done his homework in advance.

"Madame Shangdu's reputation is second only to Admiral of the Galaxy. After that, there is 'Golden Right Foot' Christine, the magician Nick is right, in recent months, Gotham has a man called 'John Constantine' Brit, he's active, going around grabbing 'Gotham Cathedral' business with a 100% success rate."

"Ahh—————"

Suddenly, there were faint screams from the next door, followed by intense gunshots.

O'Neal's complexion changed slightly, he stood up suddenly and hung in the air for a moment, but then sat down slowly, "Tom, go and see what's going on."

Tom immediately ran to the door and called a younger brother, "Go and see what's going on."

"Toman suddenly drew his gun and shot Robert and Gips."

Robert and Gips were participants in the 'Old Tess Affair' and were shackled hand and foot to prevent them from harming themselves or others.

Tommen was one of the bodyguards who watched over them.

"It seems that the evil spirits can not only harm the people who went to the bar that night." O'Neill's eyes flashed with horror, and he said in a deep voice, "Get John Constantine immediately."

"He's a stranger after all, Brit," reminded Tom.

"A British guy who can make a fortune in Gotham must be very capable."

Before lunch, Constantine in a brown Burberry trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, strolled into the Street of Orders.

After wandering around casually, he dialed the phone.

"Old Tess has degenerated into an evil spirit, and she wants to find a murderer to take her life. If you want to save your life, it's easy. Rebuild the Star Bar, and give me another 66 dollars. I will persuade old Tess to calm down."

"The bar can't be built, I'll give you 100 million to kill that evil spirit." O'Neal said indifferently.

"You asked someone to exorcise demons on the first day? The souls that go to hell or heaven belong to the old God. Those who cannot be killed can only be appeased." Constantine shouted.

"It doesn't matter if it can't be eliminated, let that ghost go back to God's hell, and don't bother my son again."

"It still has resentment in its heart, if it drives away today, it will come back tomorrow."

"That is to say, you can't handle it?" O'Neill asked.

"Hehe, no one else in the world can find a better solution to things that old Constantine can't handle." Constantine lit a Cass and said confidently.

O'Neill was silent for a moment, and said, "Where is the Holy Sister of Gotham Cathedral?"

"Her? Hahaha"

(End of this chapter)