All Worlds Madhouse

Out of politeness, Mr. Cobot gave a year.

After listening to Penguin’s answer

"Hey" Quinn couldn't help but rub his head.

It seems that this Gotham is not the same as the Gotham I am familiar with. The biggest difference is the timeline. This should be a day more than ten years ago. At this time, Penguin was still a thin man. The city's largest second-generation rich man, Bruce Wayne, has just finished studying abroad, or living a life of debauchery, and is preparing to come back to inherit the Wayne family's industry. He should still be in a certain school, seriously serving as his own student. Bully good kids, and those super criminals

Suddenly, Quinn realized something.

"Yes, where is my little pudding?" She shouted suddenly, and then stared at the Penguin in front of her: "My little pudding, I mean, Mr. J, Joker, the clown, where is he?"

"Sorry, beautiful lady, I don't know any clowns, and it's too late to pretend to be crazy now." Penguin looked at the inexplicable Quinn in front of him coldly: "1"

"Someone, throw this lady to the fish." Penguin said.

Following these words, several bodyguards came over aggressively.

"I said Chapo, you will regret this." Quinn said.

"Oh?" Penguin smiled: "For example?"

"You may not know it now, but you will know me in the future. Few people in this city dare to lay a finger on me, including you. Oh, by the way, I have to solemnly explain that I come from many years later some time."

Penguin frowned, but he didn't stop his men from restraining the girl.

"You said you came from many years in the future?" He asked with interest: "Haha, this is quite an interesting statement. So, how can you prove it?"

Quinn was pinched by the shoulders by two people who were several times bigger than him, but he still looked confident.

"I can tell you about Gotham many years from now. It is a chaotic city but full of surprises. There are countless new things every day. There are endless weird people coming out. Scientists who lock themselves in refrigerators, There were lecherous girls who stayed with flowers, plants and vines all day long, those who wore masks, and those who drew question marks everywhere. In short, Gotham at that time was just a big amusement park."

"Okay, it sounds good, so what about me?" Penguin said.

"Oh, I forgot, and you probably thought that eating more would help you grow taller, so you ate as hard as you could. Years later, you successfully ate yourself into a fat man, but you didn't grow taller at all. Gao, you are like a roly-poly, hahaha - that's why I call you Penguin. At that time, you sold some arms and some small information. You should have made a lot of money. Oh, by the way, at that time You are the only one left in the Cobot family. I guess you should have killed all the other competitors anyway."

At this point, Quinn felt a pain in her shoulder.

"Hey, you hurt me!" She yelled angrily at the bodyguard behind her.

"Ha, well, your story was pretty good, but you were a little too presumptuous in the end." Penguin snorted coldly: "Our Cobot family is famous for its unity, and what you just said is not only It's humiliating me and it's humiliating my family."

As he spoke, Penguin took out a gun from his pocket.

"Hey, you may not understand the situation, but I am Harley Quinn."

"You didn't understand. I don't know Harley Quinn. Goodbye."

With a "Bang!" shot, the Penguin fired, and the large-caliber bullet exploded directly into Quinn's chest, causing a bloody splatter.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Quinn stared blankly at his bloody chest, confused.

What's going on, this guy dared to shoot me?

Oh, by the way, he has no idea who I am.

This is really embarrassing. It seems that as soon as I return to Gotham, my mind gets a little crazy at the thought of seeing my little pudding. This is not a good habit.

So? Am I going to die?

Oh, of course he can't die, I still have to go find him. Fortunately, I have a lot of medicine in my hand. This injury can be healed quickly as long as some antibiotics and adrenaline are given before the heart stops.

I don't know if people think very fast before they die. Anyway, after thinking about this, Quinn's body just started to lean back. She could clearly see the flames ejected from the Penguin's gun gradually enlarging. , and slowly dissipated.

Then, there was a feeling of weightlessness.

"Miss?"

came a voice.

"Hi, miss.?"

It's that voice again, right next to my ear. It seems familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.

"I said, you can't block the door, can you give way!"

This time, the sound was significantly louder, and Quinn suddenly came back to reality.

First of all, what comes into view are several rows of shelves, the kind you often see in supermarkets.

Maybe because he saw that he had calmed down, the voice was a little louder.

"Hey, give way, you're blocking the person behind you."

Quinn turned her head blankly, and then she saw a convenience store cashier. She was chubby and looked a little greasy for her young age.

She opened her mouth in disbelief because this person was the salesperson she stabbed.

And this small shop, she also remembered, was the same small shop where she first came to Gotham, where she bought or rather grabbed a knife and a lollipop.

At this moment of confusion, Quinn felt something touching her behind her. She turned around and saw a passerby, who was also looking at her blankly. Apparently, she was blocking the door, preventing him from pushing it open. .

"Oh, I'm sorry." For a moment, Quinn didn't understand what happened at all, but he even apologized and quickly made way.

She watched the man hurriedly walk in, then quickly bought something, then hurriedly paid the bill and walked out.

At this moment, Quinn suddenly recognized that this passerby was the person who passed by him when he walked out of the store at the beginning. However, at that time, the salesman in front of him had already fallen into a pool of blood. , and the man immediately called the police.

Quinn calmed down a little. Although she couldn't believe it, she had to believe this greasy but intact salesperson.

It seems that I am back to the beginning.