The Kryptonian of a Certain American Comic

  Chapter 225 19, Harleen Quizell

  It was noon that day.

  News reports of police raid on Arkham Asylum.

  The police entered the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital to arrest the criminal Jonathan Klein the Scarecrow, but they were attacked by mysterious warrior groups and fear gas.

  The final result was that Scarecrow Jonathan Klein escaped from the police. The police suffered a large number of casualties in this operation. In addition, Sergeant Gordon inhaled fear gas and showed symptoms such as insanity. He is now receiving treatment at the nearest Arkham Hospital.

  After hearing the news, Rachel immediately drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

  Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has been sealed off, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will, but Rachel is the assistant prosecutor in charge of the case, and has known Sheriff Gordon and John John for a long time, so she was naturally put in.

   "Rachel, why are you here?"

  When Rachel walked into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, before she had time to adapt to the **** scene left by the gun battle everywhere, a high-decibel female voice appeared behind her.

Rachel looked back, and saw a young girl in a white T-shirt walking towards her. The girl had white skin, a protruding figure, two ponytails, and two towering snow peaks on her chest, which made people feel I couldn't take my eyes away after seeing it.

   "Sister!" Rachel shouted with a smile after seeing the girl.

   This broad-minded girl is none other than Rachel's former schoolmate, Harleen Quizel.

"Hello, little Rachel, why did you come to Arkham Hospital?" Harleen Quinzel, a criminal psychology consultant at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, walked to Rachel's side and stretched out her arms Put the hook on Rachel's shoulder.

  At the same time, her white palms pinched Rachel's body dishonestly a few times, and she said, "Oh, our little Rachel has grown up!"

  Rachel has a thin skin and can't bear Harleen's teasing, but her eyes still can't help but drift to her senior sister's chest.

  Can't help but sigh in my heart, not as big as you, not as big as you...

   "I heard that Sergeant Gordon inhaled fear gas. How is he doing now? I'm in charge of this case..." Rachel simply asked about the situation.

  Haileen Quizell squeezed her chin solemnly, and said, "I know, the fear gas studied by Klein is definitely hopeless. Get ready to eat! I want to sit at the children's table."

   "Sister, your joke is too much!"

  Rachel can't stand her crazy senior.

   Originally, this senior was quite normal. Ever since she began to specialize in criminal psychology, Harleen Quizell began to study the mental state and psychological world of various heinous criminals.

  Since then, Harleen Quizell has become somewhat abnormal.

   There is a saying, since I got mentally ill, I feel much more energetic.

   "But what I said is the truth!"

Harleen Quizell was glared at by Rachel, and she immediately looked aggrieved, and said: "At present, there is no antidote for this fear gas, and the toxin samples have been sent to the cutting-edge laboratory to study the antidote, but the cutting-edge experiment Experts in the laboratory said that it would take at least ten hours to develop the antidote, but considering Sergeant Gordon’s physical condition, if there is no antidote within two hours, his body organs will be severely damaged, and by then It's time to really have to eat!"

  After hearing Harleen's words, Rachel's eyes dimmed.

  In Rachel’s eyes, Sergeant Gordon is undoubtedly a respectable elder. He dedicated his life to Gotham City and really shouldn’t end in this way.

   "Rachel, Gordon will not die, can you get me a blood sample of Gordon? Maybe I can find a way to find an antidote."

   Rorschach suddenly appeared next to Rachel, Rachel has long been used to it, but Rorschach's appearance surprised the crazy beauty Harleen Quizell.

   "Where did you come from, you scared my aunt to death..."

  Ha Lin patted her stalwart chest with her hands, and looked like she was so frightened that she was 'thumping'. She looked seriously at Rorschach who suddenly appeared, and asked, "Who are you?"

   Before Rorschach took the initiative to answer, Rachel answered first: "He is my friend, Rorschach."

"Boyfriend?" Harleen's eyes suddenly became ambiguous, her eyes focused on Rachel, and she clicked her tongue again: "No wonder little Rachel became big Rachel, it turned out that after I moved out of the rental house , the boyfriend I just made!"

  Hallene is 100% sure that Rachel, a good girl who is a good student, has definitely never had a date before.

  So this boyfriend named Rorschach must have just met Rachel.

Rachel really couldn't stand Senior Sister Harleen's ridicule. Since Rorschach said that there was a way to find the antidote, Rachel would not doubt it. She told Rorschach to wait here for a while, and then went to Sergeant Gordon to Get a blood sample from Sheriff Gordon.

  After Rachel left, Harleen Quizel folded her hands on her chest and looked at Rorschach carefully, as if looking at a handicraft.

   And Rorschach is also looking at Harleen Quizell, the kind with X-ray vision turned on.

Although Harleen Quizell has not yet become the famous Harley Quinn at this time, Rorschach can clearly feel that the mental state of this crazy beauty in front of her has a big problem .

   Maybe you only need to wait for an opportunity to completely complete the transformation.

  In the original plot, this opportunity was the appearance of the clown, which made Harleen Quizell completely obsessed with the spiritual world of the clown, thus turning into the insane and paranoid Harley Quinn.

  The two were silent for a while, and Harleen spoke first.

  She opened her mouth wide, made a gesture of licking her lips with her tongue, looked at Rorschach as if looking at prey, and asked, "Does Rachel know that you are a perverted killer?"

   "Huh? I don't understand what you're talking about, Miss Quizel." Rorschach didn't expect that Harley Quinn would call herself a **** killer in the future.

  As far as the degree of abnormality is concerned, I can only be regarded as playing tricks in front of you.

Harleen Quetzal looked like I had seen through you, and continued: "I am a first-class expert in criminal psychology, and my intuition tells me that you are a very dangerous person, because I can feel that there is something in you. This kind of breath only exists in inhuman murderers and criminals against humanity."

   "You are wrong, Miss Quizell, your judgment has missed a more accurate group." Rorschach said with a smile.

  Ha Lin heard Rorschach say that she had missed a more accurate group, and she immediately became interested. She moved closer to Rorschach and asked, "Tell me, what kind of group did I miss?"

   "God!"

   "God?"

   "That's right, it's a god."

  Rorschach looked at Harleen Quizel, who was very close to him. The fullness of his chest was almost on Rorschach's body. He took a step forward unceremoniously, overwhelming Harlene in momentum, and explained:

"True gods don't care about the lives of mortals. For gods, killing one or a group of mortals is no different from trampling a few ants to death. Perhaps from the perspective of ants, trampling their people to death is nothing to life. A merciless devil."

  Haileen seemed to be very interested in what Rorschach said. She pressed against Rorschach's chest, twisted her body, her eyes were full of curiosity, and asked:

   "What about you, are you a god, or a murderer? Or, are you a perverted killer who claims to be a god?"

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  (end of this chapter)