I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 91 Raid
At midnight, Gotham Cathedral, a three-story classical building in the backyard dedicated to entertaining VIPs.

There are side halls on the left and right sides of the main hall on the first floor. At this time, only the office area on the left is lit.

The charcoal fire of the fireplace is booming, dispelling the coldness of winter nights.

"GCPD searched almost all over the pier and caught a group of stowaways and wanted criminals who were going to run away, but there was no trace of the witch." Brother Robbie put down the phone and said helplessly.

"They withdrew?" Fernando frowned.

Well, he was released.

After Da Chao did not kill anyone, crushed four sacred relics, and tore the wings of the archangel, he was almost out of breath, and the finishing work was left to the former watchman Laurie.

Laurie also lived up to Dachao's trust. First of all, she blocked-lock-messages and continued to keep Clark's identity secret; secondly, she persuaded the Pentagon to put pressure on the Holy Land Crusaders to swear in the name of God, not to allow After revealing Clark's news, she was not allowed to interfere in the lives of him and his mother; in the end, she sent Fernando and other monks who were arrested on the spot to the FBI's dark room, and tortured them by various means for more than a month.

During the period, Laurie also returned to Gotham to investigate the reason why the monk found Smallwell.

It has been confirmed that everything stems from a misunderstanding.

Clark accepts this explanation because Laurie himself was floating outside the house when Laurie approached Harry on Christmas Eve.

He heard the conversations of several people. The girl named Selena had a steady heartbeat and normal breathing, and did not lie at all.

Well, Dachao actually knew Harley, but Harley herself didn't know it.

"GCPD hasn't withdrawn yet, but such a big movement has not caught anyone, it will definitely make the witch alert, I'm afraid they can't count on them." Brother Robbie sighed.

"What did the headquarters say?" Fernando looked gloomy.

He did something wrong, and also caused the great Tongue of Fire to be rubbed against the ground by mortals, and his status in the Crusaders was greatly reduced.

Not only did he lose the post of Director General of the Field, but he also seemed to be consciously ignored by Headquarters.

It was two days ago that he was released by the FBI, but the British side has never contacted him.

The point is that in Smallwell's loss of the ancestral relic, his family has little future in the church.

His heart was bleeding.

He hates, but he doesn't know who to hate.

witch?

The witch is hateful, but the witch has nothing to do with his current experience, everything is because of a misunderstanding.
Clark Kent?
The heresy who stole the power of God was damned, but in this case he was also a victim and beat his mother like that
So, hate the ruthless face of the Crusaders headquarters?

He dare not, they represent the tongue of fire.

The tongue of fire is his lifelong belief.

There was nothing to hate, and he grew more and more hated.

Brother Robbie said: "The headquarters told us to evacuate Gotham, the White House and the Pentagon were very afraid of the Crusaders' influence in the United States.

In fact, after the Smallwell incident, some officials have suggested that we leave the United States.

A few days ago, the encirclement and suppression of witches on the streets of Bali was considered a last-ditch effort.

Even if it succeeds, it will leave sequelae, and if it fails, you should leave immediately.

If we don't go, we can't do it. We manipulated the GCPD, the city prosecutor's office, the city council, some members of Congress, and even reached out to the state guard. Looking back now, I feel crazy. "

"During this time, the church seems to have become the emperor of Gotham. Even in the UK, we have never been so public." He shook his head with a wry smile.

"The Crusaders of the Holy Land represent the will of heaven, and now even the tongue of fire shows miracles." Fernando's expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Even if we do something outrageous, it's nothing, right?"

Without Clark Kent, the tongue of fire was a miracle, now. Seems to make the farmer's son a god on earth?
"It's okay to do one or two outrageous things, but we're already in Gotham -- watch out!" Robbie exclaimed in horror.

"Bam—"

The glass of the window shattered, and a black grenade roared, and it exploded in mid-air, "BOOM—"

It's tear gas, the pops are low, the smoke fills
"Crash!" Followed by a more violent collision at the mosaic stained glass window, the glass wall shattered, and a black shadow swayed with a rope, falling from the sky.

"Chichi!" The muffled sound of the silencer pistol sounded one after another while the person was still in the air.

Immediately after, the sound of bullets hitting flesh, tabletops and floor tiles.

"Bang!" The person outside the window finally landed on the ground.

The tendon-soled leather boots crushed the broken glass on the ground.

"Uh!" Fernando lay on the ground and cried out in pain.

Robbie was in a better position, facing the window, watching the grenade smash the glass window, and immediately hid under the table, not only was not hit by the bullet, but also took the opportunity to take out his holy relic from the cabinet - a small Crusader round shield.

"Long live the tongue of fire, the shield of glory!" He hung the small round shield on his left arm and held a pistol in his right hand, shooting frantically at the shadows in the smoke.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

When the magazine was empty, there were always a few bullets hitting the shadow, but they bounced off silently and landed on the ground, or the bullet flew to other places, making a crisp ding ding sound.

"Hehehe, this armor is amazing!" Sombra also raised his right arm holding the gun.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Ding ding ding!" The small round shield, which had been ordinary before, was now covered with a faint red light.

Robbie turned into the savior in The Matrix at this moment, with a round shield on his arm to block up and down.

All the bullets that should have landed on him bounced off, and the missed bullets continued to fly away according to the original rules.

"What kind of power is this?" Harry's somewhat deformed voice came from under the mask.

Robbie held his head high, his body seemed to be a little taller, and announced like thunder: "No arrow can hit the holy warrior holding the shield of glory!"

"Bang!" Harry didn't believe in evil, and tried again with the shotgun.

The bullets splashed like water, forming a terrifying barrage.

Robbie's arm was like epilepsy, shaking frantically, and a red light curtain shook in front of him, and then there was the clanging sound of rain hitting the bananas.

He actually took all the bullets.

"Are your arms sore?" Harry asked curiously.

"Ahhh!" In response to her was Brother Robbie's pig dash, the shield was raised in front of him, and his mouth roared loudly.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" At the same time, the panicked shouts of the priests came from outside the house.

With a dignified expression, Harry also bent over and kicked his legs, and charged forward sharply. Halfway through, he flew up, his right knee was forward, and the whole person hit the city like a cone.

"Boom!" As expected, the knee was held up by the round shield, and the carbon nanofiber knee pad collided with the iron shield, making a dull roar.

Harry jumped after flipping in midair, relieved the impact, and landed lightly.

Brother Robbie seemed to have been hit by a truck head on, kicking his back legs for five or six steps, and rumbled the desk behind him.

He is still the power of mortals.

Harry sneered and charged again, kicking the dizzy Robbie to the ground.

Kneeling on his back, he took out a grenade and tucked it into the elbow socket of the round shield, while Harry's two hands were holding the shield tightly.

"No!" Robbie looked terrified.

"BOOOM!" The huge impact of the explosion sent Harry flying three or four meters away.

The black armor was sprayed with blood, but she was unscathed.

Well, she blew herself up, the experience jar didn't add any experience.

"Ow—" Brother Robbie's whole body was scorched, but he didn't die, he only mourned while clutching his broken arm.

The arm seemed to be forcibly pulled off by a giant.
Halle walked over and kicked him next to Fernando.

"Wrap him up."

Fernando was shot in each leg and had been lying on the ground before howling.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Several shots blasted the head of the monk who rushed into the room, and Harry came directly to the gate with an automatic rifle.

After taking a dozen rounds of bullets, she had the opportunity to shout to the reloading monks in the courtyard and the corridors on both sides: "I have a hostage, and if you dare to rush in, I will kill your boss."

With that, she closed and locked the two thick carved oak doors.

Returning to the office area by the window on the left side of the hall, I saw Fernando taking off his suit and wrapping it around Robbie's broken arm.

Robbie is like a pig being slaughtered, his howl is shrill and high-pitched, straight into the sky.

Harry looked left and right and found the severed hand in the corner of the cluttered room.

He took off the small round shield, wiped it with the goose down curtain, sat on Robbie's office chair, put the shield on the table, and opened the laptop of the Fire Cross.

"Give me that recording of my phone call with Harvey Dante and Jim Gordon on the evening of December 12rd, which records everything that happened in Granny Theresa's office.

Give it to me, the monastery event is over, and I leave immediately. "

While speaking, Harry also quietly turned on the camera and recording functions that come with the owl glasses.

The Crusaders had something wrong with their brains, so they kept that recording.

Halle was mainly trying to induce them to talk.

High-definition camera, while shooting, while uploading the data to the mainframe of Archimedes.

"Witch, witch, we won't give you anything." Robbie lay in Fernando's arms with hatred and determination in his eyes.

"Does it really keep it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, it was deleted long ago." Fernando cried.

"To be clear, how did you delete it? Did you destroy Harvey Dent's tapes, or format the memory?"

"Formatting first, then physically destroying it is completely irreversible," Fernando said.

"I don't believe it!" Harry already believed it in her heart, and pointed a gun at his head, disbelieving: "Your companion just told me not to."

"It's really gone, that kind of thing is harmful to us, what are we keeping?" Fernando said.

"Fernando, don't talk to the witch, it's nothing but death, go to heaven, and you can serve the great Tongue of Fire." Robbie had blood in his mouth, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.

"Hehehe, do you really think you can go to heaven? With all the things you did, you lewd children in a monastery, let beautiful children go to the lewd parties of decent people in Gotham, and took away healthy children from time to time. 's organs treat the rich
The evil deeds of hell have been done by you all in turn, and you still want to go to heaven?

Do you think the almighty God is blind and deaf?

Or are you blaspheming Christ, believing your actions are in line with the Lord's teachings? "

While Harley was fighting the enemy, she was also recording evidence.

Even if she runs away, she must run cleanly and innocently.

"The matter of the monastery has nothing to do with us!" Robbie straightened up and looked up at the sky excitedly, as if looking up at the light of heaven.

"I abide by the canon all my life, and I have never violated the words and deeds of the teachings of Christ. The monastery is the monastery of the fallen Americans. What they do has nothing to do with me. Lord, do you hear?"

This guy lost a lot of blood and was a little confused.

Of course, it's also possible to be in a dying state and see people or things that Harry can't see.

"It has nothing to do with you." Harry sneered again and again, "Isn't St. John's Abbey hanging the sign of the Crusaders of the Holy Land?

The **** Hercules Doug, who treats the girls' dormitory as his harem, is not a Crusader officer?

Dean Teresa, who is a lot of age, is not your peripheral member?

Haven't you used the money and connections from the monastery? "

"Witch Harley, you are already surrounded by us, so obediently let the two monks go, or you will die today!" In the courtyard outside, Archbishop Marvin shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)