I want to have a date with Superman

Bali Street, the living room of Aunt Tata’s house.

"Hahaha!" Harley laughed happily, she finally saw the hope of redressing the injustice.

"Why are you laughing? Isn't it your church that is embarrassed?" The big black girl Pulika was confused.

"Although everyone worships God and believes in Jesus, the Anglican Church, the Holy Advent Crusaders, and even the Catholic Church represented by Marvin are not the same organization."

Plica shook her head, "I can't figure out the complex factions of your church, but in the Gotham underground world, under the Falco cabinet, like Jesus, there are more than ten members of the Falcone family, and each member has his or her own small group. Family, similar to your church organization.

But once the reputation of one family is damaged, other family members will not fare well either. "

"The words are rough but not rough." Harley nodded approvingly.

It's a pity that we are just a fake nun wearing a nun's uniform. We only have an employment relationship with God and don't care about the reputation of the church at all.

"You sound very respectful to Falcone. Are you from her family?"

"It seems you really don't know me." The big black girl looked a little strange, "Where do you spend your time at night?"

"Just surf the Internet at home, read a book, and sleep." Harley said.

"I heard my mother say that you have a tender face, but you are actually bigger than me?"

"I have Asian genes for a tender face." Harley joked.

"Since you are an adult, why don't you go to the bar and have fun? That is the place for adults to have fun. Or are you a nun and you have to abide by the commandments?"

"I just came here and I'm not familiar with the place. Can you help me introduce a good place?" Harley followed her words.

"OK, tonight you go to the 'Bloody Heaven' on the next street. Then you will know who I am and understand this neighborhood and this city better."

The big black girl worked at night and slept during the day. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She chatted with Harley for a few words and then left the apartment with the gun bag.

Well, it's not a briefcase or a women's makeup bag, but a vest-shaped armed belt with two pistols on the waist and a one-handed submachine gun hanging on the back.

Harley swallowed, vaguely understanding what she did.

When she got home, she changed clothes first and went to the park outside the community to exercise for two hours. When it got dark, she picked up some ingredients from the small supermarket on Bali Street and went home.

In the lobby of the apartment building, she met the two "Iversons" again.

A plump, middle-aged white man had a flattering look on his face. He nodded and bowed to "Iverson" at one moment, and clapped his chest and swore at the other.

Harry knew him, Hans, who lived across from the chapel.

This morning, his wife came to get sandwiches with her two children.

Iverson A gave Harley a cold look, took out the packet of white flour from his pocket and handed it to the white man.

The middle-aged white man's face was full of ecstasy and greed. He clenched the bag of white flour tightly and said in a loud voice: "Don't worry, when old Hank still opened a small store here, I often bought goods there and knew the rules."

Iverson B pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist, scraped it back and forth on the middle-aged man's greasy face a few times, and said with a smile: "Although you say you understand very well, I still have to follow the rules. Let me tell you the rules again.

Well, the rules are actually very simple. If you take one cent from us or snort one milligram, I will kill your whole family. "

"I completely understand. I'm very honest." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.

When night falls, all the residents in the apartment return home from get off work, and the middle-aged man stands at the gate, greeting them one by one, and showing off his survival skills from time to time.

Not even a single night had passed, and almost everyone knew that Hans, who was opposite the "church", had become the new "hawker."

Tonight, Hallie made shredded pork, celery and egg noodles. While she was holding the bowl and sitting in front of the computer while watching the news and eating dinner, she had already caught a glimpse of Hans receiving eight customers.

There are men and women, old people and young people in their teens.

"Dong dong dong" The counter above was knocked several times, and a smiling voice sounded from the window, "Hey, nun, I want to confess."

When Harley looked up, she saw the familiar silver face and afro.

"Why did you come here so openly?" She was a little nervous and quickly opened the door for the kitten and closed the window.

Selina glanced at the Dell monitor and said: "Now the news about Bruce's grievance for you is overwhelming. Not to mention Gotham, mainstream media across the United States are reporting on this matter.

I think you are almost out of trouble, so there is no need to hide anymore.

At least the anxious church no longer has the intention to send monks to search for you on the streets. "

"It makes sense, but before everything settles, we still have to be careful to avoid the Crusaders jumping over the wall." Harley also scooped up a large bowl of noodles for Selena.

"Do you have enough to eat?" Selena looked into the kitchen and was surprised to see a pot full of noodles and a pot of celery and shredded pork.

"This also includes your meal tomorrow? Can the noodles stay overnight?"

"Just tonight's dinner. I am an athlete and can eat very well." Harley said.

Despite the defensive plug-ins, Harley never gave up on training her body. In fact, after discovering that improved defense made her body more resistant to physical exertion, she tortured herself harder.

There is no way to add points to strength and speed, so just train yourself.

She could feel that the exercise had significantly improved her strength.

The more intense the workout, the more she needs to eat to replenish energy.

Similarly, by eating to replenish her physical strength and recover from hidden injuries, she can exercise more unscrupulously.

With such a virtuous cycle, Harley feels that it is not a dream to challenge the Super League one on one.

Well, she has been waiting for news from Dachao for the past two days!

Ever since she saw the photos of Clark distributed by the monks on the street, especially the beaten-up bruised Martha, Harley was sure that the conflict between the Superboy and the Crusaders would happen within a few days.

If Dachao asks why the Crusaders kidnapped his mother, he will most likely come to find her as the instigator.

——Selena will vouch for me.

Glancing at Yinpan's face, Harley secretly murmured in her heart: Dachao and Bruce have joined forces to form almost a "trial version" of the Justice League, and she doesn't believe the Crusaders can withstand it.

Thinking of the public opinion storm caused by Bruce, Harley suddenly frowned and asked Selena, "Do you feel something is wrong? This matter is too big.

I just looked through foreign websites, and even the Great China on the other side of the Pacific gave Bruce twenty seconds of footage on the news network. "

"What's the problem with this?" Selina picked out the celery with a fork and said matter-of-factly: "He is Bruce Wayne, and he is involved in a huge scandal in the church. This is the biggest news this year."

"The spread was too fast and too violent. The Holy Advent Crusaders also easily controlled public opinion in Gotham before, but now they have completely lost their voice.

I expected the public opinion war to be divided into 30 and 70, with the church in 3 and the blues in 7.

Now it has become Bruce's unilateral suppression of the church, which is a bit abnormal. "Harry frowned.

It is only 2005, and we are not in the information age where everyone has a 4G mobile phone. Traditional media alone cannot cause such a big storm in just a few hours, unless...

"I think there is a third-party force behind it," Harley said hesitantly.

"Perhaps the Wayne Group is spending a lot of public relations money? You don't need to worry too much. Anyway, this is a good thing and only benefits you." Selina said.

Seeing that Harley was doing well, Selena was ready to leave after dinner.

"What activities do you have tonight?" Harley pulled her.

"What activities can you do? Wander around, kill the fat sheep when you see them, and go home to sleep at dawn."

"Did you go to a nightclub?" Harley asked.

"Go there often. It's easiest to steal things there, as long as you don't get discovered by people watching the show."

Hallie told the story of how the drug dealer came to his door today and met the black girl Pulika.

"You shouldn't refuse those drug dealers." Selina frowned.

"Shit, what are you talking about! That's Du Ping, it's a harmful thing. I have no morals and I don't mind other people doing it, but it's not worth dirtying my own hands for that little money." Ha. Li stared at her in disbelief.

"You rejected them, but did you change the final result? There is no more Du Ping in this community?" Selina asked.

Harley shook her head, "They found another sales outlet. But I have a clear mind and a clear conscience."

"Have you ever wondered why Plica invited you to Scarlet Heaven? Let me tell you, Scarlet Heaven is Victor Sass's lair.

From New Town to Crime Alley, half of the Bronx is Victor's territory.

He runs more than half of Gotham's flesh business, and Plica is his most capable person. "

"What do you want to say?" Harley frowned.

"Victor Sass is the family law enforcer of the Falcone family. According to the title classification, he is a duke and general, and Plica is his knight and pioneer officer."

"Oh, no wonder Tata is so proud when talking about her. No wonder Tata, an ordinary aunt, dares to wear a big gold chain in such a mixed place. No wonder those two Allen Iversons." Harley thought thoughtfully.

Then she asked doubtfully: "Please speak clearly, what does this have to do with me?"

"Maroney's main business is transportation, warehousing and freight. In fact, warehousing and freight mainly serve the transnational smuggling and transportation network.

You refused the vendors and humiliated them in public, offending not just the two vendors.

Maybe it's just out of sympathy, maybe you think you are valuable for being able to defeat two bullies easily. In short, if you beat Du Ping, you are not Falcone's enemy, and Falcone will not touch Du Ping. So Plica offers you an olive branch. "

"Now, do you understand?"

Harley frowned and said, "Are you thinking too much?"

Selena nodded and said: "I think a lot, that's why I can live to be 17!"

"I just beat up two little gangsters, and they molested me first. I can't not fight back after being beaten, right?" Harley murmured.

Selina sneered: "If you were Falcone, let alone beating up the hawker, even if you walked up to the mayor of Gotham and kicked him in the balls, the gcpd next to him would applaud and shout, 'Nice kick. '.

It's a pity that you are just a little nun with no background and no connections. It only costs twenty cents to kill you - the price of a common bullet.

You can always go out and shoot secretly. It's too easy and the cost is too low.

There was no aftermath, no retaliation, no detective investigation. "

"So, I need to prepare a set of body armor to prevent someone from shooting me. I obviously didn't do anything wrong, but..." Harley shook her head with a wry smile.

"You are indeed not wrong, and it is not impulsive to hit the criminal who teased you, but this is Gotham, and the condition for survival is not just 'not making mistakes'."

After a pause, Selina said: "I still have three hundred dollars here. Whatever equipment you want, I will go to the mercenary supermarket to buy it for you.

I just hope they don't use sniper rifles to shoot you. No body armor can withstand it. "

Harley thought about it carefully, told her what she needed, and then said hesitantly: "Maybe it's not as exaggerated as you said. The drug dealers are not Maroni's people. Plica said they serve the anti-drug team. "

"It doesn't make any difference." Selina said.

"I'm not stupid to think that gcpd should have high morals, but secretly shooting a nun for a trivial matter, isn't it too exaggerated? There must be something different about gcpd from Heibang, right?" Harley sighed.

"Believe me, except for wearing a police badge and shouting slogans to the media, there is no difference between GCPD and Black Country." Selina said seriously.