All Worlds Madhouse

In the traffic behind them, I occasionally thought about the long sirens of police cars and ambulances. They should be rushing to the convenience store where the police had just been called. However, the congested streets were like intestines that had been constipated for two weeks. There is no gap left.

Therefore, the police and medical staff could only rush to the convenience store a block away with a stretcher. If they were lucky, they should be able to rescue the poor clerk in time.

But this was not something that Quinn cared about. She just politely turned aside to make way for the doctors who rushed past her, and then continued to flip through the newspaper in her hand.

"Hamilai Golf Course Celebrates Anniversary"

"Investor Zod cuts the ribbon on Wayne Group's new project"

These two pieces of news occupied two headline sections of the newspaper. You didn’t even have to look down to know that today’s newspaper was equivalent to writing nothing at all.

There was no murder, no bank robbery, not even an explosion. If it weren't for the vague sight of Gotham City's iconic Wayne Tower along the end of this street, Harley Quinn would have thought she had picked up the wrong one. newspaper.

But it doesn't matter. Maybe the little cuties recently are tired, or they have been arrested in Arkham Asylum again. That's just right. I can rescue my little pudding again. This is really perfect. It's just a meeting gift.

So, Quinn threw the newspaper away and began her happy journey to find her lovely Mr. J.

And her first stop was a restaurant.

【Iceberg Club】

This is the largest restaurant on 75th Street in Gotham City. Of course, as you can see from the name, in addition to eating, there are many other entertainment options that you can think of or cannot imagine.

The casino here can bet on anything you want, and no one will refuse to pay. Here you can buy everything you want. As long as the price is reasonable, the people who can enter here are not ordinary citizens. Maybe this table While talking about an operation to blow up the city hall, the next table was arguing about a large arms business.

This restaurant is the most organized and notorious place for criminal transactions in Gotham City.

The owner of this restaurant is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot.

People on the street like to call him Penguin, of course. You can't call him that to his face unless you never want to see your tongue again.

On this day, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, before the business hours of Bingshan Restaurant came, a hot woman walked in.

"Hi, miss, we're not open yet." A doorman with a build similar to a sumo wrestler stopped Quinn.

"Who stipulated that the restaurant must be open before it can receive guests?" Harley Quinn asked.

The man frowned and thought, you have to go in before it's open. Do you want to sit alone and look at the ceiling? However, he still did not say such impolite words. After working here for a long time, he knows that people here are not easy to mess with. Therefore, the security guard replied politely: "This is the rule here. .”

"Oh, that's it." Quinn nodded: "But...it's not my rule."

After saying that, the giant man's expression suddenly changed, from coldness to severe pain, and then he fell down while clutching his abdomen. Quinn, as if nothing happened, shook off the blood on the fruit knife and pushed away. door to the restaurant.

Just like the strong man at the door said, there was no one in the Bingshan Restaurant. There were only a few waiters cleaning the room. When they saw Quinn coming in, they didn't say anything, but were stunned for a moment. Then he watched Quinn walk to the bar of the restaurant.

"Jingle Bell"

Quinn rang the bell at the bar.

After a while, a man who looked like a bartender came out: "Hello, Miss, how can I help you?" He was obviously a little confused about the woman who broke in, but he still spoke extremely politely.

"Where is the Penguin?" she said straight to the point.

"Haha, dear lady." The bartender responded with a smile: "We don't have the Penguin you mentioned here."

This time, it was Quinn's turn to be stunned: "Oh? Are you sure? The 'Penguin' I'm talking about is the one with a single piece of eye on his eye, a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, but a big belly, short, slumped, and always... What’s the name of someone who likes to wear a children’s suit? Oh, by the way, Cobot!”

Quinn accentuated her accent again, speaking in a cadence with obvious sarcasm.

The bartender's expression finally relaxed a little. Indeed, the owner of this restaurant is called Cobot. However, according to the majesty of the Cobot family, is it really okay for this woman to say such slanderous and disrespectful words here?

Of course it's not good.

So as soon as he finished speaking, several doors of the Iceberg Restaurant were suddenly pushed open, and several tall men rushed out and surrounded Harley Quinn.

"Can you get me a glass of juice?" Quinn still looked nonchalant, still a little unsure of what to pay attention to, choosing the flavor of the juice.

"I'm sorry, madam." A gentle voice came: "I'm afraid now is not the time to drink juice."

Quinn finally smiled. She naturally recognized the penguin's high-pitched voice.

"Haha, I don't want to call you out in this way, but I can't help it. It's been a long time." She said and turned around, but she was stunned the next second.

Because the person in front of her was not the Penguin. To be precise, it was not the Penguin she was familiar with.

Although the man in front of me is short in stature, he is not fat, and is even a little thin. He does not have a monocle on his eyes. Moreover, he obviously looks much younger than the image in his memory. If it were not for that preconception, With his voice, and still retaining the habit of wearing a suit and holding a gentleman's crutch, Quinn couldn't believe that this was the Penguin he called.

Perhaps seeing Harley Quinn's surprised expression, Mr. Cobblet smiled: "I'm sorry, madam, if I'm not mistaken, the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked, short and frustrated person you just described should be our department. A member of the Potter family. Although this family is fair and law-abiding, they don’t want to be unfairly attacked, and they don’t like to see their employees being bullied. So... you still have 10 seconds. Time will convince me not to throw you into the shark tank.

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"What year is this?" Quinn suddenly asked. She seemed to realize that she had made a very silly mistake.