I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 62

2021-06-23

Chapter 62 Driving the Demon Cultivator Female

Old and messy, this is Harley's first impression of Bali Street.

Many square-shaped red brick buildings were built before World War II.

How old should I be?

The house is old, and the infrastructure is naturally unable to keep up. The overhead wires, telephone lines, and network cables are randomly built, almost woven into a ceiling.

The main street is in good condition, and the street in front of the shops is rarely broken.

After entering the residential area, the road under your feet becomes narrow, and the concrete floor can be seen everywhere with broken potholes. Once it rains and snows, the big pits, like small ponds, are filled with black rainwater. When the car drives by, it must splash a dirty black liquid.

Harry's new home is in such a dilapidated community.

Behind the main road of Barry Street, enter through an alley connecting to the main street, turn around and come to a six-storey red brick building.

It's a bit like her dormitory building when she was in college. You enter through the middle door. The building management aunt and uncle live on the edge of the hall. There are two dark corridors on the left and the right, and there are families on both sides of the corridor. .

There are no dorm aunts or uncles here.

The room on the edge of the hall that was supposed to belong to the building manager has now become Harry's living room and studio.

More than 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room with kitchen and bathroom.

The living room alone is more than 30 square meters, and it is only separated from the hall on the first floor by a wall with a window.

It used to be a small shop.

After Martha Wayne came up with the church project to save children and women, more than half of the residents here left, and the canteen and building manager were naturally cancelled.

When the Wayne couple was shot, the church plan was stalled, and most of the tenants who were hungry for low-rent housing came back, but the grocery store was still empty.

Because the commissary is a side business, the building manager arranged by the housing rental company is his main job.

"Hey little girl, why are you here?"

When Harley entered the red brick building with her bag, no one greeted her, or even told her anything. They looked at each other, but when she took the key to open the door of the "building management dormitory", a black aunt with a gold necklace and a fur coat walked diagonally across from her.

The aunt has thick hands, thick body, thick face and thick legs. Everywhere is thick, thick and black.

Very non-standard New York accent, with a South American accent.

"Hello, I'm a nun from the Anglican Church, Diana DaVinci." Harry smiled very softly.

"Sister?" The aunt exclaimed in surprise and doubted: "You are so young, are you an official nun?"

"Of course, I am a sister, but I am Like Asians, I have a tender face. In fact, in 1984, I am 21 this year.

If I am a minor, the church will not let me station in a small parish by myself." Harley talked nonsense seriously. .

Bishop, Baptist, Methodist, Virtue Sect, Elder Council, Congregational Church, Evangelical Church, Anglican Church are all different sects of faith in Christ.

The Anglican Church is not the most mainstream sect in the United States, but it is very popular in the UK and China.

Thomas Wayne is an Anglican Christian and has a considerable influence in the Anglican Church.

Churches previously planned to be built, if completed, will also be managed by Anglican cultivators.

Therefore, there is now the little Anglican nun Halle.

"Shit, you haven't given up on the church project yet?" the black aunt shouted again.

"It depends on Wayne's plan. Our church doesn't have the final say."

Harry had opened the door, and the living room was very empty, with only a few shelves against the wall.

Go to the bedroom to see, it is also thoroughly, not even the bed board is left.

However, there is heating, natural gas, and a water heater in the bathroom.

The aunt followed up casually, approached and looked at Harley, and said, "You look like a child, are you really a nun?"

Harley sighed then said , took out the medical insurance card and the Anglican nun card from the backpack.

"Hey, it's really 1984." The aunt put down her guard completely, smiled and returned her ID to Harry, and said, "My name is Tata, and my daughter is Prika from Crown Point. !"

Harry could tell that this Tata Mama was very proud of her daughter.

But she had never heard of Prika's name.

Leave the apartment and go west, and you will find Crown Point less than 100 meters away.

That's another chaotic neighborhood next door to Bali Street.

"I'm new here and I'm not familiar with this place. Aunt Tata must help me introduce Miss Prika!" Harley said with a smile.

"Purika is only nineteen years old, younger than you," said the aunt.

Harry's expression stiffened for a moment.

Although Aunt Tata was a bit talkative, she was very enthusiastic. Seeing that Harry didn't even have a bed, she immediately returned to her home and brought a folding single bed.

Not waiting for Harry to shy away hypocritically, she came over with another rubber mattress.

Her youngest daughter, eight-year-old black sister Nana, also moved in a round stool.

"This bed belongs to my son. He overfed a year ago and fell on the street and never woke up. The bed is left at home and no one sleeps, so I might as well give it to you." Tata sighed.

I heard that it was the bed of a dead drug addict, and Harry couldn't keep his smile on his face.

After barely coping with the night, Harley received a meal delivery call early in the morning on the second day.

She quickly put on her clothes and put on a black robe and white hooded nun's clothes. Deng deng deng ran out of the community and saw a Wayne Group at the intersection of the main road and the alley of Bali Street. of the van.

"sister, you're the only one?" the bearded driver frowned.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Harry walked directly to the back door of the van.

"You don't even have a cart? Five hundred boxes of 330ml milk, five hundred sandwiches, how do you get them?" The driver kept saying, but he never left the driver's seat.

But Harry didn't count on him for help, unloading the milk box from the van and carrying it home.

"Hey, this trip weighs two or three hundred pounds, right? You are so strong!" The driver was startled at first, and then complained: "You have to delay me for a long time. ”

Harry ignored him and only trotted at a faster speed. Six or seven hundred catties of supplies were run three times in less than a quarter of an hour.

In this way, the beard kept telling her to prepare a cart tomorrow before leaving.

"Ah, Sister Diana, the commissary is open again. Are you going to sell breakfast this time?" Aunt Tata asked, leaning against the door in her pajamas when she heard the movement.

"Look at the label on the box, the Wayne Group's 'Martha Charity Fund', distributed free to children and women in need.

You are well-connected, Mama Tata, Help me spread the word first." Harry said while busy.

She, the nun, is of course on a mission.

Marsha's original rescue plan was to provide women and children with a full range of charitable services such as medical care, health inspections, food, basic education, leisure and entertainment.

Now that the church has not been built, it can only start with the most basic food.

In the name of "Santa Martha", it is Harley's job to distribute 500 milk and sandwiches in the community every day.

In fact, in the United States, food relief stations are very common.

It's not that the Americans are kinder, but the gap between the rich and the poor is too big. Only by feeding the poor will they not rebel against the rich.

While listening to Harry handing out free milk and sandwiches, Aunt Tata didn't even look excited, and swarmed up with her youngest daughter.

She just gave a flat "Oh".

Not long after, Harley's phone rang again.

"Mother Tata, I'm putting things in the window, you can help me keep an eye on it."

This time, the Anglican Church brought her 200 copies Bibles, various Gospels, a large box of Anglican propaganda pamphlets, a bronze statue of Jesus, a ceramic Divine Idol of Holy Mother Mary, a number of small crosses, and a holy pool (that is, a basin) for baptism.

In addition to these church supplies, there are also brand new Dell computers, HP printers and other office supplies.

They are all sponsored by the Anglican Church from major companies, and are considered "standard equipment" for the clergy.

"Diana sister, you must remember to take more photos or videos of helping citizens and organizing them to attend services."

Before leaving, the staff delivering the supplies warned road.

Harry glanced at the Sony camera, and asked with a sullen face, "Who did you send it to? What's the use?"

"Promote the church in society and in the church. You yourself. If the video is good, we will also use our relationship to buy space for you in the mainstream media." The person said as it should be by rights.

When Harley moved all her belongings home, the surrounding neighbors finally believed her identity.

"Your family is too small, where can you build a church?" Aunt Tata enthusiastically helped distribute food.

Well, there are already quite a few people queuing up to get food.

The Americans are a little reserved in this regard, not jumping in the queue, and rarely taking advantage of them deliberately.

If there is no shortage of food at home, they usually seldom go to the relief station to pick up food.

Harry looked at the team, and it turned out that there were only women and children, not a man, and they didn't take more, each one took one.

Some people unpacked the package on the spot before they got home and chewed, apparently really hungry.

“The house opposite is the chapel,” she said.

A few women who had the "Christ" food stayed behind to help Harley decorate the chapel.

The room is fairly spacious, with a large single room of 50 square meters. There are Jesus Cross and St. Mary Divine Idol in front of the window, Anglican banners are hung above, and a copper basin (holy pool) is set up at the door. The chapel is done.

A believer dips some water in a copper basin, draws a cross on his chest, then stands under the icon to pray, or Halle stands on it and recites a verse.

The conditions are poor , and that's all it is now.

This is not a real church, just a community service point of the church.

To Harley's surprise, just as she hung the cross at the door of the chapel, a group of good men and women came over.

"Today is not Sunday, there is no crusade, and you pray to Jesus yourself. The image of Jesus from the Episcopal Church was consecrated by Father Hamas on the Upper East Side. It is very effective." Commissary" shouted out the window.

"Sister, don't you accept sinners' repentance?" cried an old Latino woman.

Confession generally requires a priest.

In Hong Kong and European and American films, there are often scenes where the protagonist seeks a priest to confess.

It is to tell the sins of the priest next door in a small closed room.

"The church is small, and I am the only person. I will not accept the 'repentance' work for the time being. If you have to repent, you can whisper to Jesus. The Lord is almighty and will definitely hear your heart." Harry told her.

Accepting confession is a waste of time.

Let everyone go to church, once a week is enough.

But if she accepts the task of repentance, everyone may come and pour "dirty water" on her, and she will talk for an hour, and then she will softly appease the other party. elevate yourself?

"But I also have a high-level business that other churches don't have, exorcism! Well, I am a demon cultivator woman blessed by heaven, and exorcism is my main business."

Harley's little face is serious, she looks a little cute, but very unconvincing.

The believers looked at each other in blank dismay, some not knowing what to do.

(end of this chapter)