I want to have a date with Superman

Central City, Star City, Metropolis, Beach City, Los Angeles, Philadelphia.

Many famous big cities in the United States are equipped with a powerful superhero guardian, and each superhero "feeds" a large group of super criminals.

Each super criminal can unleash a wave of crime in the city.

Why does Gotham stand out among many crime cities?

"Just because this mercenary supermarket is open for business, other cities can't match it!"

Harley sighed as she pushed the shopping cart.

Mercenary Supermarket is located on a remote old street in Brooklyn. It has almost the same business model as Wal-Mart except that there is no sign above the door.

There is a long row of trolleys at the door, similar to the trolleys in supermarkets, but wider and longer.

After all, weapons such as explosive packs, rocket launchers, and M2 heavy machine guns are too big to fit on ordinary carts.

Pushing the cart into the supermarket, it was just like an ordinary supermarket. Several elderly waiters gathered together in twos and threes to chat and blow the air conditioner.

If you don't call them, they won't pay attention to you.

"The same Kairaf bulletproof trench coat as Harley Quinn. Everyone knows the quality. Now there is a 30% discount. You can wear the same trench coat as the Witch for only $99.99."

There is a small lithium battery speaker hanging on the bulletproof vest stall and shouting over and over again.

Harry thought of the "vegetables on sale tonight, cucumbers only cost 99 cents" in ordinary supermarkets.

She turned around and saw that there were many people around the stall trying on clothes.

"I'm going to rob a cash transport truck in a few days. Maybe this dress can keep me safe." A bearded man said to the people around him.

"Which bank's cash transport truck? I'm short of money recently, do you still need someone?" asked the short man who was trying on a windbreaker.

"We are not short of people." The bearded man declined politely.

"Falcone and Maroni are both recruiting troops. I plan to go to Maroni to try my luck. Witch Harley will bless me!" A middle-aged man holding a windbreaker said with a pious face.

"Hey, buddy, have you just come to Gotham? There is no future for you to join Maroni." A green-haired young man smiled.

"Haha, I am a native of Gotham!" The middle-aged man sneered again and again, "I can assess the situation better than you self-righteous young people.

Ten years ago, I would have definitely voted for Falcone. Now you probably don’t even know how old the Roman is this year. Hum, he is 82 years old! "

"Shit, are the Romans really 82? My grandfather started wetting the bed when he was 63 years old. What else can 82 do? He eats several bowls of rice at a time. Do you still remember that his name is 'Camai'?" Lu Mao was not calm anymore. .

"Why, the little brother is working at Falcone's house?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Hey, I took an order to burn down a warehouse in Maroni tomorrow night." Lu Mao threw away his bulletproof cloak, feeling a little worried.

At this time, a tall man wearing a mask like Harley waved to the waiter and shouted: "I took a mission at the bar to kill a GCPD.

They were killed by witches a few days ago, and now many GCPDs are equipped with tungsten steel armor-piercing bullets.

I'm afraid these clothes can't stop me. Do you have more powerful bulletproof equipment? "

An old man with missing front teeth came over and said in a natural and proud manner: "Our news is no more outdated than yours, it's just armor-piercing bullets, technology from decades ago.

As long as you can afford it, nuclear bomb-resistant alloy steel plates are available. "

"The most common tungsten steel armor-piercing bullet costs more than 30 US dollars. Is the GCPD so rich?" Harley couldn't help but ask.

She wore a mask on her face, a hood on her head, and chewed gum in her mouth, making her completely unrecognizable to others.

"Only agents on duty are required to carry weapons every day. Moreover, Gotham is the most prosperous metropolis in the world, and the municipal government does not lack that kind of money." The old man said casually.

"I want the best quality bulletproof vest, take me to the shelf." The tall man said.

Harley followed.

The mercenary supermarket covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters, and the rows of dozens of shelves are thirty or forty meters long.

Similar to the divisions of ordinary supermarkets, except for promotional and discounted products placed in the front hall, other products are placed on the shelves in categories.

In the middle of the row of shelves with bulletproof suits, there are black suitcases with the material, performance, origin and price of the bulletproof suits marked on them.

Almost all come from various laboratories.

Red Room, Apex, Wayne Arms, Luther Arms, Quinn.

The cheapest set costs US$130,000. The most expensive supermarket accepts customization, and there is no upper limit on the price.

"Young man, listen to my advice. A $500 bulletproof vest is enough. Experimental high-end products are completely unnecessary.

Mass production has not been achieved, the cost cannot be divided, and the selling price is too expensive. Your life is worth a fraction of it, so why bother? "The old man advised with a kind face.

The corner of Harley's mouth twitched, was this what a human said?

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't make sense.

Spending hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a bulletproof suit, why not just wash your hands in a golden basin and buy a house and become a renter?

The tall and strong man lowered his head to look at the 150,000-dollar carbon fiber bulletproof armor and sighed with emotion: "You don't understand. I do it not only for safety, but also for faith."

"What faith? Are you not a mercenary? Do you want to imitate cross-dressing gays like Black Man and Mr. Shadow? They are all rich people."

The old man looked at him curiously. His clothes, appearance, and temperament didn't look like he had the slightest ability to count money.

"I am a mercenary, and my belief is not to be a hero. Did you watch the live broadcast of Witch Harley vs. GCPD a few days ago?"

"Of course, that girl is so vicious, I was so scared that I almost peeed." The old man smacked his lips and said with endless aftertaste: "If she hadn't been destroyed by the Crusaders, she would have been a generation of 'Female Romans' ten years later. .”

“My biggest feeling from that battle was that only offense wins the scene and defense wins the final victory.

Therefore, I have a new belief, I want to become the mercenary with the strongest defense! "The tall man sighed.

Harley wanted to complain, have you watched too many football games?

"You young people still only see the surface." The old man shook his head with a look of disapproval.

"What's your opinion?" Harley asked curiously.

"Witch Harley doesn't just rely on a bulletproof suit. Her speed, strength, stamina, neurological reactions, combat consciousness, and even physical strength are far beyond ordinary people.

It can be said that he has the physical fitness of an Olympic champion in all sports, and the fighting talent of a special forces king. There is no shortcoming in his body.

If she hadn't experienced the bad things in the convent, her original life trajectory would have shocked the world of sports. "The old man said regretfully.

The tall man puffed up his chest and said proudly: "My physical fitness is not bad either."

"Haha, don't say that the old man looks down on you, even if you use your thigh to arm-wrestle with her, you will still lose.

Do you know how many kilometers she ran that afternoon?

In two and a half hours of high-intensity fighting, a full detour of 56 kilometers was achieved!

Do you know how much weight she carries?

Estimating the amount of firearms and ammunition, it is at least thirty kilograms!

Are you a human?

No, she is an animal! "The old man sneered.

The big man turned pale and said, "Is this an exaggeration?"

Harley's face darkened.

While her face was dark, she was also secretly frightened. Even a supermarket boss could analyze her strength in battle. What about the more professional GCPD and the military?

"Did she get an injection?" the big man asked doubtfully.

"Probably not. But throughout the battle, she kept replenishing energy bars." The old man said.

"Is it a special energy bar? I just fart when I eat it. It has no effect." The big man said.

"So, you are just an ordinary person, but she is a born god of war."

The big man was stunned, and then said enthusiastically: "My talent is not as good as hers, so I rely on equipment to make up for it!"

"Good boy, you are ambitious! By the way, how much is your budget?" the old man approached him and asked.

"I sold the house that my father left to me. Adding in the savings from my work over the past ten years, it's almost 200,000." The big man said honestly.

The old man's face seemed to suddenly light up and suddenly became bright and bright.

“Let’s take a look at this set. It has a carbon fiber outer layer and titanium alloy sheets embedded inside. The helmet has an intelligent system.

Produced by Wayne Weapons Laboratory, it exceeds level six defense level and can withstand sniper rifle attacks.

Even if it is hit head-on by a special steel armor-piercing projectile, it will only stick to it like a nail.

Defense is only its basic functions, facial recognition, infrared imaging, radar sensing for RPGs and micro-missiles are too many.

Wear it and you will be Gotham's most beautiful urban special forces soldier.

The original price is 230,000, but it has been in stock for a long time. The original battery will probably need to be replaced, so I’m offering a 10% discount. "

"Not to mention other functions, I just want to ask, can it be like the Witch Harley, who can go in and out seven times in a hail of bullets?" the big man said excitedly.

"This." The old man only hesitated for half a second and immediately said with certainty: "Of course you can. As long as you are strong enough and have enough physical strength, it will be no problem at all."

——If something goes wrong, you won’t have the chance to leave a negative review.

Harley stepped forward and tried her hand, and immediately understood what the old man meant: the armor was a bit heavy, more than 8 kilograms.

After the big man happily carried the box to the checkout counter, the old man turned his attention to Harley again: "As a girl, you should choose a light armor. What is your budget?"

"Let's not talk about the budget first. I have a few questions to ask you." Harley waved her hand.

"You can ask, it's my job to answer customers' questions," the old man said kindly.

"The armors you have here seem to be all laboratory products? Is there any hidden danger that they have not been adopted by the military?" Harley said.

"Well, you have to understand one thing. The price of a soldier's protective equipment must not be higher than his pension.

For example, my best-selling Chinese-style body armor only costs $500 and can withstand light machine gun fire at close range.

The carbon fiber protective suit from Star City's cutting-edge laboratory costs US$150,000. It has the same protective effect but is only one-third of the weight. It is also much more flexible and comes with a constant temperature and breathing system.

If you were the Secretary of Defense, what kind of bulletproof clothing would you choose for your soldiers? "

Harley was silent.

"I told the truth from the beginning, for ordinary people, $500 for clothes is completely enough.

A complete set of combat equipment includes not only protective clothing, but also weapons and various auxiliary props. They are like short boards of wood. What's the use of only one long board?

Poor people must recognize the reality, and they can only fight with their lives and carry it with their bodies, just like the Witch Harley.

Only the rich second generation who have a lot of money and no place to spend it are qualified to play with equipment. "The old man sighed.