I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 41

2021-06-23

Chapter 41: The Limits of the Experience Pack In the past few days, there has been a little snow from time to time.

The cold weather only accelerated the pace of pedestrians on the street, but did not affect the liveliness and prosperity of the city at all.

In fact, this snow has become the Christmas decoration in the dreams of countless teenagers and girls sitting by the warm fireplace.

And those homeless vagabonds hated the cold wind and the snow.

While cursing God and all who could stay in a warm room, they tried their best to secure a moment of comfort.

10:30, Greenwich Village, Bunota second-hand store.

"cough cough." Beard's white boss coughed a few times, "little girl, it's time, I have to close the business."

Harry looked up and hung on the wall The clock on the top, frowned: "In Gotham, an international metropolis, is it too lazy for shopkeepers who close their doors at 10:30?"

The non-mainstream colorful ponytails and gothic makeup are indeed effective , She walked around the street, cautiously vigilant, but no one called the police to arrest her.

She's not even that obtrusive, because in Gotham neighborhood, the non-mainstream is the mainstream.

Then she went to this second-hand store to warm up.

Boss's fat face turned slightly dark, "I'll tell you clearly, since you entered the door at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, you have been sitting on the bookshelf reading, not even ordering a cup of coffee.

Even if it doesn't make your business, there are other people, but now it's snowing outside and no guests come in for nearly an hour, of course I have to close the door early.

At least I can save some electricity bills, at least I can go back sooner I'll spend time with my wife."

"Who said I don't buy anything anymore?" Halle pointed to the shelf opposite the musical instruments and said, "I've been struggling with which guitar to choose."

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"Are you still struggling?" Boss asked with a sullen face.

Harry nodded, "I was confused about which one to choose before, but now I am struggling to decide whether to buy it or not. After all, this customer experience is really bad."

The Boss stared at her, his face changed a bit. , walked away without saying a word, and no longer mentioned the matter of driving people to close the store.

It took another half an hour before he shouted again: "I have to close at eleven o'clock every day!"

Harry sighed then said, and went to the musical instrument rack to choose one. Get the cheapest guitar.

"Did you really buy it?" When checking out, the Boss was very surprised.

"Ai, I'm a singer, do you know Avril Lavigne who sings?"

Boss nods, "Canada Queen, right?"

"She is my idol, and one day, I will be the next queen." Harley said with a look of longing, holding yellow's old guitar.

She also gave herself a new name with a new look.

In order to make the characters fuller, they must have a new career and life goals.

She won't really pursue any musical dreams - that's courting death, Jacky Cheung's concert is a lesson in blood.

It's just that you carry a guitar on your left shoulder and a duffel bag on your right shoulder, and others will subconsciously call you a wandering singer.

The wandering singer is naturally distinguished from the Demoness Halle.

This is her main purpose.

"You and her are a bit like you," said the fat Boss.

All are non-mainstream.

"Where's your original guitar?" he asked.

"Selled, part of the money sold will be used to eat, and part of the money will be used to buy your broken guitar." Harry said.

She was a little happy that her new identity succeeded in deceiving Old Brother Tan Ren.

"Wait!"beard Boss stopped Harley, who had paid the bill and left, struggling, "You can stay here."

"en?" Harley was surprised , "You're not going home to accompany your wife?"

A lewd smile appeared on Boss's face, "I can stay here to accompany you."

Harry is murmuring, this is brother Tan people, very typical Gotham people.

With a middle finger held high, she left without looking back.

"Hey, Little Sister, think about it again, free hot water and heating, can I give you another $20 and $50 tomorrow morning?

Come back, I'll give you one Martin OM guitar."

Boss was gnashing teeth when he said the last sentence.

Halle resisted the urge to stay.

Well, stay and put the Colt on the boss's forehead and let him hand over the collector's edition Martin guitar.

The city is like a beast of rage and fanaticism.

Filled with a dizzying amount of heat.

When the snowflakes fall and fail to form snow, they melt into filthy muddy water, and the neon flashes frantically like a madman, casting mottled colorful shadows on the water.

"pa ta ." The boots fell, the water splashed, and the broken colored shadow suddenly shattered.

Gradually, the wind grew stronger and stronger, snowflakes flew almost horizontally, there were sparsely speeding cars on the street, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and even the neon lights seemed to freeze. in the lamp.

At this moment, the city seems to be a desolate and towering mound in the north, lonely and desolate, hopeless and cold

"No way, I want to sleep." Randomly on the street After wandering around, Harley couldn't help but go back to her carton hut again.

The carton is still there, but no longer the way she left it deflated and folded to one side.

Someone came here, reopened the cardboard box, and assembled a humble hut on the spot.

She stood three steps before the carton for two minutes, still shouting: "Hey, are you new here? Did you know this is my place—ga!"

The dark barrel of the gun stood out against the thin white snow, and Harry stopped abruptly.

"OK, it's yours, I'll leave now." Harry stared at the barrel of the gun and stepped back.

Even if she deviates from the current shooting line when she is in the first step, she does not turn around - Old Master Kasapa taught her, unless it is a last resort, never turn her back at someone else's gun.

It wasn't until she completely avoided the shooting angle that she turned around and walked away quickly.

"Wait—" The people in the carton hut seemed to be crawling out, and there was a sound of the carton shaking.

"You're a girl, young girl?" He's a man, middle age person.

"Are you going to be gentlemanly and give me the carton?" Harry stopped, leaning against the wall, her right hand already holding Colt.

She suddenly had an illusion and returned to her childhood, under the leadership of Kasapa, in the barren mountains and forests, she held a shotgun, held her breath, and the prey also cautiously, bared its teeth and stretched its claws

"Hi girl, I have no ill intentions." The man couldn't even see her silhouette, of course he knew she was guarding his pistol.

Therefore, he raised his hands high and walked generously to the center of the alley, so that she could see perfectly clear.

Harry did see clearly, this was a tall, strong man in a brown cardigan and black leather pants.

No jacket, no gun in hand or waist.

“What do you want to do?” Harry asked.

"Jesus' ass, eyes, and the bottom of the carton are all wet, I have to put my fur coat under them, but it's still cold, and you're cold, right? You have nowhere to go, right? Look at me, I'm strong, my arms are warm, and we'll be comfortable sleeping together."

The man is generous, as if to say - just as I'm going to the XX community, ma'am, Let's carpool!

"Duck! Fuck yourself!" Harry turned around and left.

"Hey, I have a big eagle!" The man saw a slim silhouette and became more reluctant to give up, chasing after him and shouting.

Seeing that Harry didn't bother to pay attention to him, the man's face struggled, showing a look of pity.

"I still have fans, I'll give you half!!"

He tried his best to appear arrogant and generous, like Young Master Zhao who wanted to pay for the audience.

But the slightly trembling voice showed his inner restlessness.

But he paid so much consciously, and the little splash in front of him still didn't look back.

The man felt humiliated, and the nameless anger mixed with obscene desire into a powerful force, rushing from the anus, the door to the throat - "ao!"

He howled With a sound, he rushed towards Harry.

"Little Bitchi, do you think you can escape?!"

Harry didn't have to look back, just listened to the sound and could easily dodge, and then leg raised.

But at the moment of the action, she suddenly remembered that she had given up her life goal of becoming a top athlete, and instead worked hard to improve her personal strength.

That is, upgrade as soon as possible and add defense to Iron Body.

She turned her head back, raised her arms, and with a bang, blocked the man's kick.

"chi chi chi——" The strength was so strong that she took three steps back on the slippery snow.

"Gudong gudong." The blue's Turtleman experience jar popped red bubbles.

Harry frowned, a little inexperienced!

Maybe it's not because of the lack of experience, but at Level 12. The experience jar seems to remain the same size, but in fact its capacity has increased by more than ten times.

The higher the level, the harder it is to level up.

"You useless bastard, so much power? It's no wonder that no woman wants you, useless firewood, and a weak chicken who can't even fuck herself!"

"Bichi, you annoyed me!" The middle-aged man's heart retreated a little, and the anger in his chest increased greatly.

"bang bang!" Left hook and right hook, and they played quite well.

"Gudonggudong." Harley blocked left and right, only defending but not attacking.

She swayed from side to side, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

EXP tripled!

In addition to the attack power, the malevolence of the man has also been greatly improved.

He "have tender, protective feelings for the fairer sex" before, but now, he doesn't mind having a shot while he's hot.

After two minutes.

"You're a useless bastard!" Harry raised her legs in place, her boots were higher than her own head, and she was choking on the big man's Adam's apple.

"Crack-" A crisp sound came from the throat.

"Bang——" The big man took two steps backwards, smashing the ground like rotten flesh.

The big man "Hohohoho" covered his throat with one hand and waved the other hand wildly.

On closer inspection, his head was steaming hot, and sweat even wet his hair.

A clear white water vapor can be seen emerging from the top of the head.

Obviously, before, he worked harder and worked harder than the cattle ploughing the fields, but unfortunately

"I've been fighting for so long, I don't even have half-level experience, scum!" Not very good-looking, scolded, turned away without even looking.

She wasn't happy about not being able to upgrade.

If EXP keeps rising, she will give him a chance to play another ten minutes.

But the fact is, after only a dozen punches, the EXP of a single attack began to drop.

Obviously, the strength has not decreased much, and the maliciousness has continued to soar. How did the experience pack depreciate?

It didn't take long for the experience jar to stop bubbling, but he was still fighting.

Harry knows that this is not a system, and there is no system to fix bugs

If she can, evolution Supreme Treasure will always let her brush experience.

Not now, it just means it really can't be done.

"Perhaps, evolution Supreme Treasure extracted some kind of special energy from the enemy when I was attacked. That energy made me evolve, and this street bastard has been bald by me? "

Regarding "Food Defense Expertise", after reading the book review, I found that my explanation may not be quite clear, which led to some misunderstandings.

First of all, it is extended from the defense, the main defense against the food in the stomach causing any kind of damage to the body.

For example, obesity and indigestion are all injuries.

Secondly, the current level of expertise is low, and it only protects the body from damage caused by ordinary food. It may protect against toxins in the future, but not yet.

Third, to absorb all the nutrients, it's not that Harry won't pull Baba.

In reality, there are often girls bragging that I don't get fat no matter what I eat.

The question is, where did she eat so much food, where did the nutrition go?

Pulled out.

If shit is not nutritious, why can dogs eat shit to fill their stomachs?

Relatively speaking, Harley absorbs nutrients more efficiently, not converting all food into energy.

In the final analysis, this defense feat is only a defense against the negative effects of food digestion.

Fourth, the energy absorbed from food is just nutrients, not magical special energy.

It can only be said that the ordinary person has a low utilization rate of food, while Harley has a high utilization rate and "high power"-the consumption speed is fast, the difference between the two is only the quantity, but no qualitative leap- - Of course, one day, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and this defensive skill will be very magical.

For example, take

(end of this chapter)